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Ch. 2: Saving Squee

A/N: I'm actually writing something I LIKE! It's a bloody miracle! This chapter is rated PG-13 for death, child abuse, and alcohol. Thank you. As for the writer who flamed my work: YOU CAN KISS MY TALENTED REAR!!! I've noticed that you enjoy bring down others' self-esteem for their work...Can't bring down what ain't there, my friend! I have NOT read any of the SQUEE books so I do not know what Squee's real mum's name is, or Squee's actual age. To all the people who reviewed me: I thank you... I IS THE MOOSE!!! The photo date may be wrong... I'm a special ed math student... I'm STUPID!! YAY!!!

Squee looked at the picture. Johnny turned it over so the names could be read.

"Brenda and Johnny Casail: 1983,"

Nny stared. His voice cracked.

"It's me..." he repeated.

Squee looked into Johnny's eyes.

"I never knew my brother, but I can see him in your eyes," he said.

Johnny allowed the picture to flutter to the ground. He held his head in his hands.

"I can't really remember the accident... But I can still hear the sound of crunching metal... the shattering of glass... my screams piercing the night. I can vaguely remember the face of the drunken bastard who rammed me head on that night, he seemed so familiar, as though I had seen him before,"

Squee noticed tears were trickling down Johnny's face. He gave his brother a light hug.

"You don't have to recall any of it now. Maybe you'll remember in the morning,"

A drunken voice, slurred and guttural, roared angrily through the house.

"SON!" It was Mr. Casail. He was calling Squee.

"COME DOWN HERE AND TAKE YOUR MEDICINCE!!"

Squee's eyes widened in terror.

"Oh no, Dad's drunk again..." he whispered.

Nny noticed vivid bruises and cuts on Squee's arms and face. Johnny quickly hid under the bed.

Mr. Casail stormed into the room in a drunken rage.

"Didn't you hear me, you piece of shit?!" he cried.

Squee flinched, preparing for a blow to fall. His father struck him across the face, sending him into the wall.

"Who were you talking to, Todd? What's you teddy bear saying NOW?!"

Squee trembled.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!!" he cried. Casail struck Squee again, his wedding ring cutting into his son's forehead.

Johnny could hear the commotion from under the bed. He had to wait to make his move. He heard a clicking sound: Casail had pulled out a switchblade knife. Squee screamed.

"NOOOO!"

Johnny pulled himself out from under the bed.

"GET AWAY FROM HIM!!!!!!!!" he cried. He gasped has his father turned to face him. He remembered that face... Johnny realized that his own father had rammed him head on with his car 4 years earlier, causing the car accident that caused his memory lapse... the accident which transformed him into the monster he had exposed his own brother to three years ago...

"You," he whispered.

"You caused the car accident that nearly killed me! You don't remember me, do you, Dad?"

Mr. Casail blinked.

"I have no older son, he died at my hands. I was going to kill him anyway, so now I'll finish off Todd," he slurred. He raised the knife above his head and prepared to stab Squee, but Johnny grabbed him round the middle and threw him to the floor.

"If you want to kill him, you'll have to get through me," he said.

Mr. Casail didn't move, he'd been knocked out. Nny turned to his brother.

"Are you all right? Did he stab you?" he asked, noticing the blood oozing from the wound on Squee's forehead.

Squee was trembling.

"I'm okay, he does that all the..." Squee stopped, he noticed a figure moving slowly near the edge of the bed.

"LOOK OUT JOHNNY!"

It was too late. Mr. Casail grabbed Johnny around the neck and stabbed him in the side. Johnny gasped, a look of shock and pain on his face. He pulled the knife out of his side, screaming as he did so. Mr. Casail smirked as his older son fell to the floor. Johnny pulled himself up to Squee's bed.

"Squee...Take the knife...You have to end this hell..." he whispered. He gasped in pain and blacked out.

A/N: This is a lame chapter, I think. I will update soon-I hope...