"Riley?"
The youngest Freeman had been gone far too long to just get flashlights. 20 minutes was more than enough. On top of that, he was scared, so he would've hurried back. Or should've.
"Hey, Riley, where you at," Huey called to his brother. It didn't seem like Riley to run off when he was scared, which was rare. He'd only gone to prove his bravery, but Huey didn't think it would take him this long to get over the thunder and lightning.
The young revolutionist made his way through the kitchen to the garage door, which was locked. That was odd….
He unlocked the lock, turned the knob and pushed the door only to be greeted by the foulest stench he'd met in his life. It was blood, tears, sweat and rain. The rain, blood, sweat, was normal for the garage, but when combined it was…scary. And the tears… RILEY.
Huey ran into the dark garage and gazed across to find his brother. The garage window was open, which explained the smell of rain. In the corner next to the tool shelf sat a small shivering child with his nose in the corner like a scolded puppy. "Riley!"
The young thug didn't so much as move to reply to his brother. This alarmed Huey, who inched closer and closer to the traumatized child sealing the gap between them.
"Hey, Riley," Huey whispered placing his hand on his shoulder.
"AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! Get offa me!!Don't touch me!" Riley screamed, smacking Huey's hand away and scrambling from the corner on his hands and knees. That's when Huey noticed Riley's pants hanging off of his waist and the pool of blood left in the spot he was sitting. His eyes followed the trail of blood that led from the pool…to Riley's backside. Sick images started to pour into Huey's brain and he grasped onto the horrible truth, somebody had stolen Riley's innocence
"Riley…no. What happened? Why didn't you call for me?" Huey cried at his brother back.
Why?
How could he let something like this happen to his closest kin?
Why?
What type of god allows this to happen?
Why?
Who the hell thought they could get away with hurting HIS brother?
A small whimper knocked Huey out of his threat
He hadn't even recognized the salty wet drops falling from his eyes until his voice cracked when he spoke. "Hey, Riley. Don't you even recognize me? It's Huey."
"Huey." It was more of a statement than a question, but it was still good to hear his voice.
Riley spun around and flung his arms around Huey's neck and cried into his shoulder. "H-he….I-I….Why?! He was so huge! I couldn't move an-and…"
"Shhh, you don't have to explain right now," he reassured him. Whoever did this to his brother would dearly pay. NOBODY touches his brother without his permission….or unless he did something stupid….or if he hit them first. But other than that there would be hell to pay.
Huey heard footsteps approaching the garage and was immediately on guard. He felt Riley go tense and start to shake uncontrollably.
"Riley!"
He sensed Riley go completely numb and unconscious in his arms. Almost instantly after, the garage door was opened wider and a dark, tall figure stalked through.
"Boys! What are you doin' in the dark?!" Granddad asked walking into the garage grabbing a flashlight from the tool shelf. He turned it on and shone it on them.
"Sweet Jesus."
