"well atleast you'll have a new friend" alvin said sarcastically.
"shut up alvin" simon said with a sad tone.
"what?" alvin said,annoyed.
simon said nothing.
"y'know for some reason jeanette reminds me of this slut that keeps following me around" alvin said, looking up.
simon's face grew red as he threw a fist at his brother's face.
"what the heck!" alvin said, rubbing his eye."
simon said nothing, he charged at alvin, pinned him down, hitting alvin as hard as he could.
"get off me!" alvin yelled as he kicked simon in the head.
simon launched back,blood and bruises all over his face.
"how dare you call jeanette that!" simon said, furious.
"what?! i just said she reminds me of.." alvin said.
alvin was going to finish his sentence but about the time he did simon had brought the aluminum baseball bat on the floor to alvin's head.
alvin listlessly swayed to and fro, and then fell to the floor, unconscious.
but even though alvin was unconscious, simon kept beating alvin's head with the bat simon paused, and then resumed hitting. this time trying to break alvin's legs and arms.
he got carried away, he went into the kitchen and got the little butcher knife in the knife drawer.
he went upstairs and prepared to chop alvin's arms off, just as he lifter the knife into the air, theodore walked in.
theodore stood in place,having a mental breakdown of seeing what simon did and was going to do.
tears rolled down simon's face as he dropped the knife.
he sat on his bed, crying his regret out, theodore came over and sat next to his big brother, trying to cheer him up.
"what have i done!" said simon through his now completely wet face.
"i broke his legs! i broke his arms! i broke his entire face!" simon yelled out with a weep. "i broke my brother!"
"i don't know what happened here, but i think it was for a good reason, simon youre smart" theodore said
dave walked into the room. "whats all the ruckuss here?"
just as dave looked at alvin lying on the floor, bruises on his face, a pool of blood under him. his eyes widened.
"it's not his fault dave, he didnt do it on purpose" theodore told dave
dave looked at simon with a suprised and shocked face.
"simon?" dave said with a suprise.
"it is my fault! i killed him! he's dead now!" simon yelled at the top of his lungs.
"he's not dead simon! but we have to get him to the hospital!" dave said, with a worried expression on his face.
"okay okay... i'm sorry dave! i got carried away! he insulted jeanette!" simon said all in a matter of seconds.
"by the way... where is jeanette, wasn't she in here?" dave said.
"she went to the bathroom, but she hasn't come out." simon said, still sobbing.
simon went over to the bathroom door on the right of the room.
he knocked on the door.
"jeanette! you okay in there?" simon asked, a little worried. "jeanette?"
simon reached for the top of the door frame to get the key.
as simon unlocked the door and opened it he found jeanette,sitting on the toilet with a knife stuck in her back.
the wall behind her had several large spats of blood stained on it.
"oh my god!" simon yelled, as him, dave, and theodore's eyes widened.
"is she dead?" theodore asked, in shock.
simon got up close to her, trying hard not to realise that she was infact nude.
he listened to her heartbeat which was awkward because as you know it, women have breasts.
"she's still alive. infact she's still awake, she's paralyzed" simon said quickly.
"well thats good to know. simon you call miss miller and tell her what happened, theodore you scoop up alvin.
and ill get jeanette some clothes.