"I had THE weirdest dream last night." Johnny explained through a mouthful of toast. Everyone, with the exception of Jay and Erica, all sat around the table, helping themselves to the several pieces of toast and eggs, along with a helping of frenched toast.
"Don't tell me it was about those evil beach bums handling metal detectors again." Ava inquired with a knowing grin. Johnny rolled his eyes but at the same time couldn't help but laugh, as well as a majority of the rest.
"No. Not even close, actually. There was this huge, and I mean huge, party going down on the beach one night, and I was sitting on top of one of the coolers, when all of a sudden Michael Myers comes strolling out of the water with a pitchfork!" Nikki and Susannah buckled over into fits of laughter, while Ava refrained a snicker. Derrick was watching him with wide, intrested eyes. Bradin's attention was focused on the near-empty plate of scrambled eggs swimming in ketchup. His fork poked against the food, every so often scooping a small morsel into his mouth.
"So, anyway," Johnny continued along. The grin across his face revealed there was not an ounce of exhaustion left ven if it was barely quarter past six at the time.
"Myers comes striding out of the water like some big man on campus, waving his pitchfork around and stabbing everything in sight-" Ava leaned her foot over and thrust it in his knee with protest, but he took it as an accident and resumed speaking.
"-when he takes off his hockey mask and throws it like a frisbee. It ends up hitting some guy's neck and his head topples over onto the ground...blood going everywhere. It was disgusting, but very real." When the word 'blood' came along Bradin could not help but feel his stomach flopping while placing a near-mouthful of ketchup onto his tongue. He stood, plate in one hand and empty glass of milk in the other, placing the contents in the sink and beginning to sop them with soap and water.
"No, that's alright, Bradin. I'll get them." Ava reassured with a swig of orange juice.
His head merely shook once he began to lurk into the direction of his bedroom. After his door was heard creeking closed on its hinges the rest of the family grew a bit quiet.
"I'm worried about him." Susannah inquired with a soft sigh.
"He should be in some sort of class for this by now. Do you think I should take him for therapy?" Ava suggested.
Derrick, still seeming appaled by Johnny's little nightmare, turned to his aunt.
"Bradin isn't insane, is he?"
All three adults, Nikki happening to join in, exchanged solemn glances.
"He isn't insane, Derrick." Nikki shook her head and stood up as well. She placed her plate in the sink and returned to her seat.
"Insane is more or less when you can't function properly. You know, you can't walk or talk like a normal person."
"But Bradin can't talk." he protested.
Ava slid a hand through her auburn-like hair.
"Honey," she began thoughtfully.
"Bradin is ableto talk, he just chooses not to." Her olive eyes glanced to both roomates sitting across from her, as if silently saying 'I hope so'. "But still, it still isn't very normal. I think I'm going to call an appointment for some sort of therapist today..."
"And where are you going to get that sort of phone number?" Johnny scoffed. "1-800SHRINK?"
Sussanah felt a chuckle bubbling into her throat but hid it easily by a forced cough. Derrick's head cocked to a single side while listening to the arguement starting to brew around the table.
"Johnny," Ava was obviously displeased with his answer. Her nephew, as strange as he was being, was no laughing matter. "I'll find our Yellow Pages. It's here...somewhere."
"Wouldn't the hospital have information on those kind of numbers?" Nikki raised and lowered her left shoulder. Once realizing that Sussanah pushed her plate aside she stood and placed it in the sink on top of her own.
Ava stepped into her thoughts for a moment.
"You know what? That is a great idea. I'm going to head down there later on." she grinned and stood on her feet, beginning to clear the rest of the table which remained finished or unused.
"Can I come?" Derrick piped up.
"Sure." she responded with a nod.
Meanwhile, the subject of the other's conversation placed the comforter against his mattress and sat against his already-made bed. He placed his hands against the window revealing a bit of some other houses nearby. Just as the window was about to be closed a faint screech bled into his ears. Curiousity had gotten the better of him. Bradin shot over to the glass only to watch two frames stand face to face against the house just alongside the beach wave their hands with their faint words, not yet heard to him. One of them was obviously female with jet black hair and a very mildly curved figure, while the other was unidentifyable, a gray sweatshirt and rather wide-spand jeans across its frame. Whatever it was towered over the other by a near-foot at the least.
The arms covered in smokey gray fabric suddenly lunged forward and took the female by the shoulders. Her petite form collapsed onto the ground with a shrill cry. Bradin could not watch anymore. Instinct taught by his parents was seeping in like some sort of canine's. Everything past that was a blurr.
Soon after he found himself racing swiftly yet silently through the door quite close to the kitchen, going unseen. His steps remained hurried down the yard with bare feet until he was within yards' length of the scene. Fists of the bulkier humanoid were flying in every which direction to the helpless young woman, though she remained silent with some sort of awkward pride instead of screaming in defense. Her thin arms were no match to covering up her face which by the looks of it was badly bruising.
Bradin allowed his lips to part but no words came out. Instead he raced forward and felt himself colliding with the steelness of rock hard biceps. This was definatly a man. Both of them collapsed into a tangle of fists onto the ground. Through the several different snapping of skin and crackling of bone Bradin suddenly felt a sharp pain encircle his left eye socket. He had no idea who this male was and was already being injured by him! How fair was that?
A second blow pierced a bit lower, this time creating a direct contact with the sharpness of his cheek bone. Several were thrown after that and he found himself pinned solely to the ground by his shoulders. Droplets of rogue crimson trickled from both nostrils, collected, and died at his lips. The mystery man struggled only slightly to reach his feet and trample in the other direction until his footsteps were but faint memories.
Bradin could do nothing but lay there. He felt one with the warm, solid ground...at peace with the throbbing pains boring into his nose and eye, along with too many other places to count. All of it had happened so fast, and for what reason? To protect some girl he did not even make aquantiences with. That of course was about to change.
A pair of foggy hazel eyes were the first trait to captivate his prescence. His own optics had to be forced open because of their sudden heaviness. Due to the pulsating of the bridge of his nose both temples were also beginning to throb. A hand clothed in a black tee shirt in spite of the heat leaned downward to prod at his own, but past that, everything just faded into darkness.
"Don't tell me it was about those evil beach bums handling metal detectors again." Ava inquired with a knowing grin. Johnny rolled his eyes but at the same time couldn't help but laugh, as well as a majority of the rest.
"No. Not even close, actually. There was this huge, and I mean huge, party going down on the beach one night, and I was sitting on top of one of the coolers, when all of a sudden Michael Myers comes strolling out of the water with a pitchfork!" Nikki and Susannah buckled over into fits of laughter, while Ava refrained a snicker. Derrick was watching him with wide, intrested eyes. Bradin's attention was focused on the near-empty plate of scrambled eggs swimming in ketchup. His fork poked against the food, every so often scooping a small morsel into his mouth.
"So, anyway," Johnny continued along. The grin across his face revealed there was not an ounce of exhaustion left ven if it was barely quarter past six at the time.
"Myers comes striding out of the water like some big man on campus, waving his pitchfork around and stabbing everything in sight-" Ava leaned her foot over and thrust it in his knee with protest, but he took it as an accident and resumed speaking.
"-when he takes off his hockey mask and throws it like a frisbee. It ends up hitting some guy's neck and his head topples over onto the ground...blood going everywhere. It was disgusting, but very real." When the word 'blood' came along Bradin could not help but feel his stomach flopping while placing a near-mouthful of ketchup onto his tongue. He stood, plate in one hand and empty glass of milk in the other, placing the contents in the sink and beginning to sop them with soap and water.
"No, that's alright, Bradin. I'll get them." Ava reassured with a swig of orange juice.
His head merely shook once he began to lurk into the direction of his bedroom. After his door was heard creeking closed on its hinges the rest of the family grew a bit quiet.
"I'm worried about him." Susannah inquired with a soft sigh.
"He should be in some sort of class for this by now. Do you think I should take him for therapy?" Ava suggested.
Derrick, still seeming appaled by Johnny's little nightmare, turned to his aunt.
"Bradin isn't insane, is he?"
All three adults, Nikki happening to join in, exchanged solemn glances.
"He isn't insane, Derrick." Nikki shook her head and stood up as well. She placed her plate in the sink and returned to her seat.
"Insane is more or less when you can't function properly. You know, you can't walk or talk like a normal person."
"But Bradin can't talk." he protested.
Ava slid a hand through her auburn-like hair.
"Honey," she began thoughtfully.
"Bradin is ableto talk, he just chooses not to." Her olive eyes glanced to both roomates sitting across from her, as if silently saying 'I hope so'. "But still, it still isn't very normal. I think I'm going to call an appointment for some sort of therapist today..."
"And where are you going to get that sort of phone number?" Johnny scoffed. "1-800SHRINK?"
Sussanah felt a chuckle bubbling into her throat but hid it easily by a forced cough. Derrick's head cocked to a single side while listening to the arguement starting to brew around the table.
"Johnny," Ava was obviously displeased with his answer. Her nephew, as strange as he was being, was no laughing matter. "I'll find our Yellow Pages. It's here...somewhere."
"Wouldn't the hospital have information on those kind of numbers?" Nikki raised and lowered her left shoulder. Once realizing that Sussanah pushed her plate aside she stood and placed it in the sink on top of her own.
Ava stepped into her thoughts for a moment.
"You know what? That is a great idea. I'm going to head down there later on." she grinned and stood on her feet, beginning to clear the rest of the table which remained finished or unused.
"Can I come?" Derrick piped up.
"Sure." she responded with a nod.
Meanwhile, the subject of the other's conversation placed the comforter against his mattress and sat against his already-made bed. He placed his hands against the window revealing a bit of some other houses nearby. Just as the window was about to be closed a faint screech bled into his ears. Curiousity had gotten the better of him. Bradin shot over to the glass only to watch two frames stand face to face against the house just alongside the beach wave their hands with their faint words, not yet heard to him. One of them was obviously female with jet black hair and a very mildly curved figure, while the other was unidentifyable, a gray sweatshirt and rather wide-spand jeans across its frame. Whatever it was towered over the other by a near-foot at the least.
The arms covered in smokey gray fabric suddenly lunged forward and took the female by the shoulders. Her petite form collapsed onto the ground with a shrill cry. Bradin could not watch anymore. Instinct taught by his parents was seeping in like some sort of canine's. Everything past that was a blurr.
Soon after he found himself racing swiftly yet silently through the door quite close to the kitchen, going unseen. His steps remained hurried down the yard with bare feet until he was within yards' length of the scene. Fists of the bulkier humanoid were flying in every which direction to the helpless young woman, though she remained silent with some sort of awkward pride instead of screaming in defense. Her thin arms were no match to covering up her face which by the looks of it was badly bruising.
Bradin allowed his lips to part but no words came out. Instead he raced forward and felt himself colliding with the steelness of rock hard biceps. This was definatly a man. Both of them collapsed into a tangle of fists onto the ground. Through the several different snapping of skin and crackling of bone Bradin suddenly felt a sharp pain encircle his left eye socket. He had no idea who this male was and was already being injured by him! How fair was that?
A second blow pierced a bit lower, this time creating a direct contact with the sharpness of his cheek bone. Several were thrown after that and he found himself pinned solely to the ground by his shoulders. Droplets of rogue crimson trickled from both nostrils, collected, and died at his lips. The mystery man struggled only slightly to reach his feet and trample in the other direction until his footsteps were but faint memories.
Bradin could do nothing but lay there. He felt one with the warm, solid ground...at peace with the throbbing pains boring into his nose and eye, along with too many other places to count. All of it had happened so fast, and for what reason? To protect some girl he did not even make aquantiences with. That of course was about to change.
A pair of foggy hazel eyes were the first trait to captivate his prescence. His own optics had to be forced open because of their sudden heaviness. Due to the pulsating of the bridge of his nose both temples were also beginning to throb. A hand clothed in a black tee shirt in spite of the heat leaned downward to prod at his own, but past that, everything just faded into darkness.