Uncle Mike
761 Words
It's been four weeks since we've lost her. Our babygirl. She was taken from us under our watch. None of us slept, ate, or even went to work for a whole week. Hunter stayed in his room, drinking half the time, and spent the other half throwing up. James spent his time hooking up with different women and staying out all night. Brody spent his time crying in his room with the door locked and I spent my time driving... just driving. All I could do was drive.
I couldn't do anything else. I didn't want to do anything else. All I wanted was my princess back. My niece back. I prayed that she wasn't dead in a ditch somewhere and luckily she wasn't cause her death would've probably been on the news if her body was found. As I drove each day and night, I cried. I thought about Alyssa a lot. I remember when Danny first told me Alexa was pregnant and that they were having a girl. His eyes lit up like the night sky.
He went on and on and on about names and what he was gonna do when she was born. He wanted to protect her from every little thing. I remember when she was born. Oh god she was the tiniest thing I've ever seen. I saw her little brown eyes as she looked at me when I first held her in my arms. She stretched out her hand to touch my face. I gently kissed her hand and then kissed her cheek. I told her I would be there to protect her through whatever. I would defend her when needed, I would fight off all boys that tried to get to her. That's what all of us did- Danny, James, Mike, and I.
We didn't let her have a boyfriend until she was like nine. But we always made sure to threaten every little snot head that came in contact with her. Yeah I know, who threatens little kids? Alyssa was so naive at the time. A nine year old kid, and she already had guys pinning after her. But when she was nine and Hunter was eight, he wasn't having any of it. He didn't want no guys around his sister as well. At first he was just made that his friends wanted to hang out with her, but then as they grew older, he didn't want them to be around her, afraid they would hurt her.
Afraid they would break her heart just like he did with so many other girls. I was currently in the car driving to the beach. It was nine o'clock at night and nobody was here but me. I was all alone... at the beach and in my heart.
A week ago, Danny's body was found. His body was mutilated.... it looked like it was done by dogs. But no dogs cut up humans into pieces before dumping their body into a bag and throw it in a dumpster. The coroner found that he had defensive wounds, most likely from trying to fight back but it didn't work. My brother is dead and my niece has been kidn*pped and I know it was by him.
Gone was the fear and sorrow, and soon came along the hatred and anger. I was angry at myself for not checking up on Danny and in general, for not making him come and live with us. If I could have had all the money at the time, I would've gave him every penny. I didn't get out the car. I stayed staring out at the sea as it looked like it never ended. There was no end.
Tears swelled up in my eyes and I couldn't hold them in any longer.
I yell out as I hit the steering wheel four times and the horn goes off. I was never the one to cry. I never was. Our dad instilled in us that a man who cries is a man who's weak. A man who wouldn't be loved because he's fragile. He's weak. He's a little girl.
But I couldn't take it anymore. The tears just kept coming. They didn't stop. There was no end. There is no end. Looking over at the passenger seat, I grab the whiskey bottle that sat there. I contemplated on what I was gonna do, but I had to take the pain away some how.
I shut the car off as I opened the bottle and began to drink like there was no tomorrow.
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