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She appeared at the front door of the apartment, her eyes taking in the scene in front of her. The two brothers were rolling around on the floor among broken glass from the broken table, the entire room in disarray, the only standing furniture left in the room was the telephone stand which contained a lamp and a telephone.
"Stop it" she exclaimed, her plea fell upon deaf ears as they continued to fight. Both boys appeared to be battered and bruised beyond recognition. Finally Trey got an upper hand and was sitting on Ryan's chest, choking him.
"Stop it! Your hurting him. Stop it please." She screamed at the top of her lungs, tears pouring from her eyes, falling down her face. Trey was choking her boyfriend, the only guy she had ever loved. She ran up to Trey and tried to pry him off of Ryan.
He momentarily took his grip off of Ryan's neck and threw her against the wall. He went back to choking Ryan. He had no conscious, he was going to kill his brother. His brother always had the better life, he always got the girl. This time he would have it all. There was a feral look in his eye.
She was shocked at having been flung against the wall. The tears wouldn't stop falling and her vision was blurred from all the tears. She saw Trey reach for the telephone, grab it in his hand. Suddenly she was even more terrified, he wasn't going to stop until he killed his brother. After all he had done…all the times he tried to help him and get his life back on track, after getting beat up in Chino while delivering a car for his jailed brother. Trey just didn't care about all Ryan had done.
"You're killing him….please….just stop it……please…..don't" she sobbed, hysterical with fear and agony, she couldn't let this happen. "You're going to kill him….please just stop."
Once again her pleas were ignored, Trey didn't stop what he was doing. She looked around the room, looking for something, anything to help her. From the corner of her eye she saw something glimmering in the dark destroyed room. A gun. She took it in her hand, and looked to the two brothers. Trey was now holding the telephone in his hand, high above his head. He was a mere two seconds away from killing, or at the very least, causing brain damage to his brother.
She closed her eyes, pointed the gun and shot. She opened her eyes, shocked at what she had done, and saw Trey turn his body, in complete disbelief, looking at her. He couldn't believe for a second that his brother's girlfriend just shot him. He looked down to his brother, who was struggling to catch his breath, blood oozed from the front of his shirt, onto his brother who was beneath him; then he collapsed.
She watched as Ryan struggled to get to his feet, the back of his shirt torn and covered in blood. The cuts on him caused from the shards of broken glass that they were rolling in. He slowly walked up to his girlfriend and hugged her, then he collapsed.
"Noooooooooooooooooooooooo" she screamed as she closed her eyes once again.
She suddenly sat straight up, her heart beating fast. It was only a nightmare. She looked around her room, she was sweating and her bed was covered in sweat, her sheets had been kicked to the ground in the fit of sleep she had, tossing and turning, fighting to wake up before she got to the end of the dream.
She walked into the bathroom that was en suite and splashed cold water on her face, she looked up to the mirror and muttered, "I did it to save you." She ran her hand through her hair and really looked at herself in the mirror. Her once bright blue eyes were now graying and emotionless. She skin had lost its natural glow, and had turned paler, someone would even say a shade of green. Her beautiful hair had become ragged and brittle.
Two weeks had passed since that night, and each and every single night she had the same nightmare. No matter how much she fought to wake up before the end, it never happened. Each night she watched herself shoot Trey in the back and watched him collapse onto of Ryan. Each night she saw the spark from the gun as the bullet shot out of the gun to save Ryan's life.
She slowly walked back into her room, went to her vanity table and withdrew a bottle of vodka from one of the drawers. She had hidden the bottle under many makeup cases so that her mother couldn't find it. She unscrewed the bottle and took a long swig straight from the bottle before putting it back in its hiding place. She looked over to the clock, it was 3am.
She picked up her cell phone and dialed the number. A voice that always calmed her down picked up. "Summer, its me. It happened again," she said as she moved to her bed, laying down, pulling her feet close to her body and listened to her friend comfort her. She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.