Chapter ten

Dreams in the golden wheat field

Chris laid himself down on the couch his mouth set in a firm, grim line.

He knew what he was going to do, not to be cliché or anything but it was something he should've done a long time ago. It was something he wished he didn't have to do.

Plans rushed through his mind, clever devious cunning plans; he knew he would have to become detached like his father and brother were when the beatings occurred. For now however he needed his sleep, and when he awoke there would be hell to pay!

Sahara burst through the front door, her mother leaping back with shock.

"Sahara Berkinshire, what in the heavens, have you no respect!" her mother cried holding her chest in mock shock.

"Oh mother!" Sahara moaned, before she took off up the stairs biting her lips in effort not to cry. Sahara felt so utterly crushed that it was almost as if her ribs were pressing on her heart, if they weren't then there was something very wrong with her because her heart was about to implode with the dynamite of grief inside of her.

Feeling weak she collapsed onto her bed, still having not shed one tear. Stuffing her face with the pillow she almost broke down when the musky bitter sweet smell of Gordie coursed through her nostrils, reminding her of times more innocent.

"Oh Chris, what have I done?" she whispered, rolling onto her stomach looking desperately up at the ceiling as if that'd give her some vital answers.

Chris stirred in his sleep, his eyelids becoming restless. In his dreams he saw her. Her beautiful full blonde locks bouncing with joy as her graceful frame leapt and frolicked through the fields of golden wheat. She called his name, each syllable rolling off her tongue with the utmost perfection "Chris, Chris, come, come to me!" she beckoned turning around to face him outstretching a hand in welcome.

His felt his legs move trying to catch up to her, but every step he took it was as if she took a giant leap away from him. Suddenly her face darkened with pain and anguish, the heavens became ebony with angry thunder clouds, and thick, fat droplets of rain descended down on them. "Save me Chris, save me!" she begged becoming more distant and blurry. Chris tried to see through the torrential down pour, tried to wipe his eyes free from the water but all he could hear were her screams of terror "Save me Chris, save me!" was all she moaned as she was swept faster and faster out of his view.

"Chris!" she screamed.

Then.

Darkness.

Chris wiped his eyes free of the tears, as he sat up. A creak in the floor boards caused him to direct his head quickly to the left.

Eyeball stood there, his shoulders hunched with obvious shame and his head bowed with a pathetic guilt. Eyeball feeling Chris's stares of disgust grow hot on his back turned around to face his younger brother.

"What you looking at fuck face!" he roared, ripping his hands from his pockets and balling them into fists.

"Just the pathetic creature standing in front of me!" Chris gnarled his mouth into a smile.

"You little prick" Eyeball cried stepping closer.

"I know what you did, what you did to her!" Chris roared, suddenly propelling himself upwards so he became taller and bigger then the stocky muscular Eyeball.

"I can take your beatings cos I know they make you feel like a man, I can take them because I'm numb to them, but I'll stand up to you right now, I'll stand up to you now because of Sahara and what you did!"

Eyeball's face feel for a second, but he quickly regained his composure with a spiteful smirk. "Oh Chris what did that lil whore tell you this time?"

"She didn't tell me anything, I saw the god damn bruises and I saw the fear in her eyes!" Chris hollered stepping ever closer to his destination.

"Oh Chris, she just a little bit of an attention seeker, we've known that all out lives!" he laughed.

"Eyeball what are you talking about, just a few days before I was hauling you off her!"

"Oh come on man just a little bit of harmless fun, she's easy as!" Eyeball smirked.

"You pig!" Chris spat, anger rising so fast and so heated that when the first punch hit Eyeball square in the jaw Chris didn't even remember doing it.

Eyeball stood motionless for a second, to stunned to register what had actually happened. Chris took this to his advantage, he ran forward smacking Eyeball again in the jaw so hard that Chris felt the skin split on his knuckles.

"You Bastard, I love her, why would you do that to her I thought you loved her too?" Chris screamed, kneeing Eyeball sharply in his ribs.

Eyeball looked up at him, malice plastered on his face, "It's why I'm doing this, because I love her!" Eyeball straightened up, launching himself forward and hitting Chris directly in the middle. With a crash they both feel onto the coffee table, pieces of wood flying everywhere. "I love her but she loves you!" Eyeball screamed, repeatedly hitting Chris with every bit of pain, jealousy and hate that he had simmering inside him.

"That's right, she loves me" Chris laughed, bringing his foot up to kick Eyeball off him, but Eyeball was to fast he grabbed Chris's legged and rammed in back into him. Chris winded and in a serious amount of trouble, tried to speak, tried to egg Eyeball on just a little bit more so that it might all by over. All the pain, all the suffering that he had witnessed and felt in his years, he wanted it to suddenly be all over.

"Come on you little shit, come get me!" Eyeball screamed "once I'm done with you, I'm going for her!"

Chris saw Sahara's face in his mind, felt her touch, felt her love for him radiate off her, he had to fight back, fight back for her and for them. "Eyeball!" Chris yelled, leaping up so fast that Eyeball was caught unaware. Using every breath he had left in his body, he wrapped his arms around his brother's torso, hurling them both backwards into the large window.

Chris felt the glass give way underneath them, the wind whirling around the two as they flew out of the window, glass falling like snow drops in winter. Then Chris felt the cold, painful embrace of ground.