"If you want to ruin your life with this witch by your side, just do it!" Evan yelled at his brother. "But don't expect me to just sit still and watch!"

"Emily is my girlfriend and I don't want you to scare her away with one of your paranoid made up stories!"

"Oh, now I'm paranoid? Well, go on! Are there any more diagnoses you want to throw at me?!"

"If you wanna know! I think you suffer from a rare and dangerous form of mental deficiency! That always gets you in trouble, but worse, it gets ME in trouble and I'm tired of it... It's MY life and I can't just plan it around you!"

"Stop! Hold on right there, Henry!" Evan looked his brother deep in the eyes. "You have yelled at me for over an hour now, you've been unfair and insulting! Now you're going on a path that you shouldn't even think about!"

"Now Evan R. Lawson, the loser in school, the one who never finished anything, because he just can't hold his attention on one thing for longer than a couple of days, the careless guy that thinks everything will work out fine without any effort is giving me the smart ass brother poem and look!"

"I have a college degree, Henry! And I told you to stop!"

"Oh yeah, the great accountant!" Hank laughed sarcastically. "No wait! Even better: the CFO of HankMed!"

"I work hard for this company to help you being successful!"

"No, no, no, Evan! Don't give me that! You lost a lot of our money! You do things for yourself and not for me!" Hank wasn't able to stop himself, ignored the hurt in his brothers eyes. "The only way you got your college degree was that you like numbers and that my friend just proves what I often say! You like numbers because all you care about is money, and that makes you just like your damn father!"

Evan stared at him! He felt like a baseball bat was hitting him. His hands went to his side as if to see if his ribs were broken. It must be what Hank said – it just hurts me and now it feels like physical pain, but it feels so real! He panicked, but tried to hide it. Suddenly the image of a bat that was crashed into someones body flashed through his mind. "No" he whispered.

"Evan?" For a moment all the anger in Hank was gone. His younger brother was standing there pale, almost in agony..."You're okay?"

"Yes.." There was another image, the same person lying on the floor, blood on his hands.

"Sure?"

Evan tried to pull back to reality. "Yeah! Do you call me a liar now? Well, after all you threw at me today, I guess a LIAR is a compliment."

"Emily was right! I shouldn't even waste my time reasoning with or caring for you!"

"Fine, then just go to here! Let her take the rest of you! She's gonna reach her goal and you are a willing victim – so just leave and run to her! Tell her about your stupid brother, the greedy brainless loser. I hope she doesn't worry too much 'bout me after you and her had a good laugh!"

"If that's what you want! I'm gone! Don't expect me back soon!"

"Good! I thought you'd never leave!"

Hank left the house without another word or glance at his brother.

Evan faced the wall with his back. Shaking in anger and pain. Not knowing what just happened. Sliding down to the floor he never stopped looking at the door that let his brother disappear a few moments ago. Hanks voice in his head all you care about is money... like your father. How could Hank say such a thing after all they went through?

"I always said you were a loser!"

Evan looked around, but couldn't see the man that was talking to him.

"Look at him! No wonder I got sick." Now it was a woman talking!

But again there was nobody. Evan got up and walked through the house to find the people that were talking to him. He was alone and it wasn't the first time. He had heard those voices in the last weeks again and again, different places and same people, but nobody around. I'm crazy! That's it! I finally lost it!

"No! Not again!"

Evan pressed himself in the corner of the room, when he thought the door would open. A woman and two men pulled him out of the corner. An elbow hit his back and caused him to double over. Someone kicked his butt and he stumbled forward. He reached out with his hands to stop the fall, but there was a cracking sound in his left wrist. He moaned in pain and fell on the floor.

"Be careful! Don't get him bruised where everybody can see it!" the woman said.

The three kept kicking and beating his body for a couple of minutes. He was in so much pain that he couldn't think. Finally he closed his eyes just hoping the attack would soon end. He heard their laughs, but when he opened his eyes nobody was there. The door was closed. Where are they? They're still here! Sure waiting for me to beat me up again, when I feel save. I gotta get out here!

He tried to get up, but couldn't make it so he tried to pull himself forward too the door. It was a waste of energy. He kept lying near the door excepting whatever would happen. Panic was coming back, but none of his attacker. He started crying, tears running down his face. Please don't let that happen! I don't want to lose my mind, not before I can talk to Hank! I must call him, tell him I'm sorry!

Shaking hands kept searching his phone. When he finally found it, he called his brothers number. Paranoid... made up stories... money... like your father! Hank picked up and Evan hung up without saying a word. He was angry at his brother for saying such things. Sadness and hurt filled his heart and mind. He never felt more alone than now. Convulsive sobbing took over him. He screamed his brothers name, followed by a soft whisper: "Please come home, I need you."