Hear me
Chapter One: Pain.
"Damn this car." The red head grumbled as he drove his old car. He was so use to driving bike, but when it snowed he really couldn't drive it anymore. It was too dangerous for him. Correcting the car again as he skidded across the slick road he grumbled again. "Come on now lass. Behave fer meh. We got thirty minutes and we're home." He coo'ed to the vehicle as he stopped at a stop sign. He made sure to look both directions twice before he pressed the acceleration pedal and moved forward once again.
It seemed so slow.
Like everything was froze just for a moment.
Just a moment.
A sudden impact on the driver's side of the car made the man inside let out a cry of pain and start. He hadn't seen that truck. Where the hell had it come from. He couldn't believe it. He looked twice. He made sure to look twice.
Where did you come from?
The thought only stayed for a moment before the car was spinning and tumbling into the ditch. Side over side. Everything was silent. He could see the windows shattering around him. Glass and snow flying around him. It was taking so long to hit the ground.
How far to the bottom?
Finally there was a crunch, the whole vehicle jerk and crunched around the tree. Everything went black. It was quiet for what seemed like a long time. A really long time.
Am I dead?
His green eyes fluttered open. Suddenly there was nothing but pain. Well pain and cold. Moving his hand down to try and press the belt he realized that he wasn't in the car anymore. "Musta got thrown…" He muttered as he used his hands to pick himself up from the ground. He looked at his car and gasped at the wreck. It was literally almost wrapped around the tree.
How did I survive that?!
He shook off the feeling and pulled himself all the way up from the ground and panted a little. His hand moved up and touched his forehead. There was blood there. So he didn't get out unscaved. He turned his attention to the hill and started to climb. It all seemed so easy to him. Like he wasn't even tired. Just confused. He needed to get home and let his brothers know what had happened. Looking both directions as his feet touched the ground he looked both directions again.
Home? Which way?
He was sure that he probably smashed his head and that was why he was confused. So he turned and walked the direction that he had been driving and started down the road.
Liam was sleeping on the couch as the phone started to blare. The teen groaned and tossed against the bed. "Owen! Phone!" He yelled at his older brother that was working in the kitchen. "Liam, get it will you! I'm busy!" The ginger pulled himself up from the couch and wandered over picking up the phone. "'Ello? Kirklands." He said into it and listened to the message on the other side of the phone. Liam almost dropped it as he receive the news.
No…not him.
"Owen!" He screamed to his brother. The auburn haired older man rolled his eyes and moved out of the kitchen. Liam was shaking and had tears running down his face. Quickly the oldest ran over and grabbed his brother so he couldn't fall. "Liam? Liam baby what's happened?" The ginger only wrapped his arms around his brother and clung to him as he screamed and cried. Owen grabbed the phone and placed it to his ear. "Ello?" He said into it.
"Mr. Kirkland?"
"Aye, this is Owen Kirkland. Who is thi-…" He was cut off by the other man speaking into the phone.
"Mr. Kirkland. I'm sorry to report that your brother Allistair was in a car accident today. He didn't survive."
The news hit him like a thousand bricks. "W-Wot…?" Owen mumbled into the phone and tried to understand what he had just been told. "H-He's dead then?"
"Yes, sir. I'm sorry for your loss. Please call back when you've had a little time."
Owen nodded and hung up the phone. Liam was losing his footing, so carefully the oldest brother lowered the baby to the floor and held him as he screamed and cried for his brother. "Owen! Et's not true! Et's not! Tell me et's a dream Owen! Tell me! I'm dreaming!" He screaming and sobbed, but Owen didn't say anything. He only wrapped his arms tighter around his baby brother and held him against his chest. He was in shock at the news.
He's dead.
He's dead.
Please God…
Let it be a dream.
Let it be a dream.
He prayed over and over in his head that he would wake up. It was a nightmare. It had to be. Alli…he couldn't really be gone, could he? Just like that? Stolen from them all?
It's a dream.
Please, it has to be a dream.
Don't take him away from us.
Please God.
Please.
Laying his hand against Liam's wild ginger hair, he gently started to pet it. Attempting to calm him. Not that it would really work. Nothing would calm the hysterical boy. Not right now. Not even the door clicking and Arthur walking in from work and looking at them. "Owen?" He said raising a brow and giving them a worried look. "Artie…somethin's happened…" Owen mumbled as Liam gripped his shirt tighter, begging him not to say it. He didn't want to hear those words. "Well…what happened, Owen…?" The brunette swallowed hard. He looked at his hands and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before looking back up at the blond. "Alli's dead." The brief case dropped with a thud at the words.