The Past of Brad Vickers – Part 3
Several hours had passed since the snake incident, and Brad was still curled up in the dog bed, reading his father's book on phobias. Since the snake dropped onto the window's edge, Brad had gotten a fear of Snakes, so where else to get the name of the phobia from but a book of phobias? Everyone has a phobia of something, but Brad had more then one. He had a fear of heights, darkness, most wild animals, fear of bees, and now a fear of snakes. Brad had a feeling that those weren't the only things he was afraid of, and that there was more to come that he didn't know about yet. His friend Alex has a fear of paper. Her brother; a fear of mice. He didn't know how Alex exactly got her fear of paper, but had heard countless sister-brother arguments on whether there was a phobia for paper or not. Brad usually just stood wherever he was, watching the two Wesker siblings argue. After a few minutes, Brad set the book next to him in the dog bed, walking over to the couch and climbing onto it to stare out the window. Nothing out of the ordinary. Bus passing by to drop him off, only thing was, he wasn't on. Instead, he caught sight of a kid with blond-tan hair. William stepped out of the bus, a note in his hand, along with a yellow envelope, and several photos. Brad stared for a moment, and then did a double take. Not even hesitating, Brad ran over to the door and unlocked it, peering outside "Will! What're you doing here? My dad could be home any minute!" William cringed slightly, looking at him "That's why I'm here…The principal at school got some bad news and told me to bring this stuff to you since I live only a few houses away…It's bad…Really bad pal…" Brad tilted his head to the side slightly, stepping outside, now starting to feel really, really, nervous "What happened? Did the school blow up?" William shook his head, having to smile at that for a moment "No…Albert wishes though. We were so close to blowing up a toilet though…But Brad, this is something different…" By then, the smile had faded as William adjusted his shirt "Brad, this is really, really bad…." William walked up to Brad, handing Brad the note.
Bradley Jonathan Vickers
We are
sorry to inform you, but a tragic accident had occurred on the 15th
of June. An accident on East 6th Street occurred at 1:27,
involving a 3-car pile-up. 2 people dead, 3 injured. Marshall Charles
Vickers, 32, was killed instantly. A body of a black dog was found as
well, the body cruelly battered. Since you have no living relatives
close by, you will be staying with Riley Birkin and his wife, Karen
Birkin, along with their son, William Birkin. We wish you the best of
luck, and are truly sorry about what had happened.
-Sincerely,
Jerry Maki
Brad stared in horror at the note, looking at William for a moment, then back at the note "D-Daddy…Angel…T-This can't be happening…" William set the envelope down, putting a reassuring hand on his friend's shoulder "Brad…I know how you feel…my cousin died from getting beaten up by some jerk…There's gonna be a funeral for your dad on the weekend…maybe mom can take us there…" "I w-want my dad…Why'd he have to die?" William closed his eyes for a moment, then sighed "I don't know…I don't know Brad…" Brad looked at William again, then at the ground "Should I start packing my stuff…?" "I guess since you'll be living with us…" Brad nodded slightly, then disappeared back inside of what was his father's house. William stood there for a few moments, then sat down on the porch, looking up at the sky "Don't worry Mr. Vickers…Mom knows how to handle this kinda stuff…" After several minutes, Brad came out of the door, his father's leather travel bag in his hands "I'm ready Will…" Brad wiped his face off with his sleeve, trying to hide the oncoming tears as Will stood up, "Alright Brad…Let's go…" And with that, Will picked up the envelope and the photos, opening Brad's travel bag, putting them inside, then closing it again "Don't worry about not having a dog either…I have a little Manchester Terrier that's kinda like your Briard. Her name's Daisy. If she barks too much, just tell her to sit, and she'll shut up. She doesn't know what sit is yet since she's just a puppy, but she figures it means be quiet." Brad smiled slightly as he walked down the sidewalk and down the road with his friend "Hopefully she'll be like Angel then."
To be continued!
A/N: I got this chapter done as fast as I could. I wasn't that distracted since I was listening to '100 Scariest Movie Moments' and it had 'The Birds' playing a bit. I based the part off of William losing his cousin off of what happened to me a few years ago when my cousin Dale was killed. Also, for those who don't know what a Manchester Terrier is, just think if a taller Jack Russell Terrier with a longer tail, and black and tan markings of a Doberman or Rotweiler. R&R! looks around, then Chases after Wesker
