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Hallelujah! I was able to leave the hospital the next day, allowing my brother and I to escape from the brain snatching doctors and their evil conspiracy.
"I stink of pee and medicine" I remarked with a pout as we exited through the automatic double doors leading to the parking lot. My brother gave me a playful nudge.
"Yeah, you do" he replied with a chuckle, a grin spreading across his face. A bruise on his forehead due to getting clobbered by Baba Yaga's stone pestle.
He walked with a tiny limp, because of the stab wound on his thigh. Apart from that he walked normal. I scanned him up and down as we ventured across the parking lot. Sniggering, I pointed at him.
"You walk funny" I giggled, observing his movements.
My brother glanced down at me, assuming I was commenting on his limp. He raised an eyebrow.
"Hey injured brother here," he said, a smile on his face "What about some sympathy?"
I continued to giggle as I imitated his bow legged walk, to which he rolled his eyes at me.
"You walk like your sitting on a horse," I laughed, a large grin spreading across my face. "It's stupid."
Again, Dean rolled his eyes at me before giving me a humorous shove. Our banter is unique compared to most siblings. Not only are we brother and sister, we're best friends too.
"Well, I guess you're feeling better then, huh? But you still need to take it easy, okay," he said. He sighed before adding with a reprimanding tone, as I bounced around him like a spring activated toy. "Will you stop skipping please? Your making me dizzy just watching you"
I stopped and gazed up at him with a wide eyed puppy dog expression. Crossing my arms behind my back, I started swaying on my heels. My brother leveled himself with me.
"Seriously kid, you were in pretty rough shape around forty eight hours ago," he said. "You need to take it easy."
Yeah, right. Telling a hyperactive kid to settle down will be like asking vampire to become a vegetarian.
Several hours later, back at the motel, I was still bouncing around the room.
"Alright kid, time to lay down for a bit," my brother said, sitting me down on the couch. "You should rest too."
I whined as I watched my brother swallow his pain medication. I flopped down on the moth-eaten couch.
"Now, Chris" ordered my big brother.
Pouting, I slugged my way over to the beds before climbing onto one of the beds. Moodily, I slapped my baseball cap on the bedside table before curling into a ball whilst laying on my side.
"I'm not tired Dean!" I complained, as my brother joined me.
He sighed, expressing exhaustion through his behaviour and mood. Rubbing his tired eyes, he looked down at me before laying down on the mattress.
"Too bad" he said with a heavy sigh, closing his eyes.
I was so wired from the meds and to be honest I was sick of staying in bed. The hospital was enough rest for me. I sprung from the bed and charged over to the couch again before clambering onto it. Laughing, I began to bounce on the cushions like a gymnast performing on trampoline.
"Kid, for the last time," Dean pleaded as he sat up on the bed. Looking completely exhausted due to pain medication he had been given by the doctors at the hospital. "Would you just lay down? Please."
I paused. My brother looked terrible, his eyes emphasized his sleep depravation. I did a tuck jump off the couch before wandering over to my droopy eyed big brother.
"You okay?" I asked him as I wandered back over to the bed.
I halted in front of him before perching myself on his knee like a little kid. Cocking my head at him, my wide eyes blinked at him curiously. The twitch in my nose caused me to resemble a rabbit. He looked ready to pass out.
"Chrissie, please just lay down with me baby, and stop tumbling off of the furniture," he begged. "Your gonna break your god damn neck if your not careful."
I giggled innocently at him, making him roll his eyes at me in annoyance. Then my eyes suddenly filled with worry and concern. I tackled my big brother into a fierce hug, making him fall back onto the bed in surprise. The wind was almost taken out of him at that moment.
"I'm sorry" I apologized, hugging my brother tightly.
Sighing heavily, he peered down at me as he tried to free himself. He was having a hard time trying to focus.
"Why are you sorry kid?" he questioned groggily.
I pouted as I gazed up at him, unwinding my arms from his torso.
"I'm annoying you," I said. "Just like when I annoy Daddy."
Sitting up, I hung my head sadly.
"No, baby, not at all," my brother assured as he sat up. "I'm just...I'm just tired and I don't want you breaking your skull because you decided the motel room doubled as a gym."
Gazing around the room, I sighed. If it was a gym then it's a pretty crap one if you ask me. It was raining upwards again, the rain pattering against the windows.
"God, these pain meds have me loopy, and I really need to sleep," said my brother, before shooting me a glance. "So do you for that matter, you need your rest too. C'mon and lay beside me for a while, okay?"
So I did, not wanting to piss him off further. Minutes later we were both passed out.
Four days Later
Normally TV broadcasts garbage but I have to say I was getting into this show on FOX. It had been cancelled two months back but they were showing reruns. I'd been watching it since it started two years ago, it was called Dark Angel. Basically its set in a post apocalyptic Seattle and its about these genetically engineered soldiers, in which twelve escaped from a lab place or something. Dunno why they cancelled it to be honest. What's strange, is that one of main characters in the second season is Dean's twin. It's freaky and it made me laugh the first time the character turned up. Dean did a double take too if I can recall.
I lounged casually on the couch, crunching my way through a large bag of potato chips, dunking an individual chip every now and again into a jar of mayonnaise. My attention focused on the TV. I felt sad for the character of Alec, aka Dean's twin, as he was being forced to look back into a part of his past which involved the death of his first love. No kidding, it's freaky as hell, I mean this guy is my brother's exact double. I had to keep blinking to bring me out of confusion.
Speaking of my brother, where the hell was he? He said he was only gonna be at the store twenty minutes. My ass. He's been gone for over an hour and a half. I blew a loud raspberry, expressing my annoyance before removing my baseball cap in order to ruffle my messy brown waves. The dumbass is probably chatting up some random girl again. When Dark Angel finished I hopped off the couch in order to watch at the window, a common past time of mine whenever I was left alone. After several more minutes I sighed heavily before returning to the couch.
What the hell was taking him so long? Oh no! What if he got jumped, mugged and beaten up and was laying in a alleyway? I shook my head, trying to dismiss the negative thoughts in my head. My brother was as tough as concrete, nobody would dare challenge him. Suddenly my ears detected a familiar rumble enter the parking lot outside the motel, a relieved smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. Leaping from the couch ventured to the door as soon as I heard movement outside. I opened it and my heart stopped, dropping down into my gut as the smile vanished from my face. Dad was standing in the doorway.
His foot jammed the door open as I attempted to slam it in his face. How did he find us? Why was he here? What did he want? My mind rushed with the images and sounds of the night he smacked me in a drunken rage.
"C'mon honey, let me in," he begged, his tone void of any anger. For now that is. He peered inside the room. "Where's Dean?"
He'll be back soon, he wouldn't abandon me, unlike Dad, who had been leaving me home alone since I was four years old in order to train my brothers. Unsure of the softness in Dad's voice, I looked him in the eye and sensed his strange calmness. Reluctantly, I allowed him into the room, praying Dean would come back, like now. I quickly backed away as Dad entered the room. He musta tracked us down somehow.
"Why are you here?" I blurted out suddenly.
I actually covered my mouth after I said it. I didn't mean to say it out loud. Bracing myself for my father's backlash, I was surprised as a surge of anger it never erupted from him. Backing away slowly, my back eventually hit the bathroom door.
"Chrissie? What's the matter honey?" Dad asked, searching my eyes, pleading for me to relax. "I'm not gonna hurt you."
Really? I refused to believe the man who caused me physical and emotional harm. He suddenly grabbed my arm as I tried to escape from him, squeezing my upper arm tightly to stop me from moving any further. Oh no! This is were I get punishment for speaking out against authority and for showing no respect.
"Christina, I'm not gonna hurt you. You need to relax." he pleaded, his tone desperate.
This was not gonna to end well if he didn't let go of my arm.
"Lemme go," I whimpered, tugging at my arm. "Daddy your hurting me. Please, lemme go."
He let me go, but still continuing to tell me to calm down. Suddenly, my super sensing ears picked up the familiar sound of a muffled roar which was rumbling into the parking lot outside. Safe I thought while still glaring up at Dad.
The door to the room opened and my big brother entered the room. He froze as soon as he saw Dad standing in front of me. Marching over, my brother confronted Dad, face to face.
"Get the hell away from her!" growled Dean, dangerously, almost like an angry guard dog as he shoved Dad away from me.
My brother then shot me a quick 'You okay?' glance, to which I simply blinked up at him with frightened eyes.
"Can't you see she's scared outta her mind because of you and what you did to her!" Dean yelled. "Get the hell outta here, I don't want you anywhere near her. We've been through hell the last few days so I would appreciate it if you would leave us the hell alone. Seriously, we're all good here."
My brother put out a protective arm over my shoulder, pulling me into his side, safe and out of reach of harm. Dad looked furious as he moved towards the Goose, who was shielding me with his wing.
"What the fuck Dean?" Dad declared in outrage. "This is my family, I know I've made some mistakes, but I needed to see you guys. You're my children."
His expression softened slightly as remorse entered his tired facial features. I gazed up at Dad, my eyes watering. I felt like a frightened little toddler as I was still hiding behind my big brother.
"Family doesn't leave family!" I shouted, starling Dad and Dean. "Family doesn't beat on their family Daddy!"
As soon as I said the word Daddy, my voice cracked.
"I'm so sorry baby, I really never meant to hurt anybody, sometimes I just can't control it," explained Dad, guilt lacing his tone before adding with a heavy sigh. ""I'm an ass."
Understatement of the year. I looked away from him.
"Yeah, Dad you are an ass," replied Dean. "What the hell do you want?"
Dad sighed exasperation, throwing his arms out in annoyance and desperation.
"I want to see my children!" he said loudly.
My brother and I glared at our father, shooting multiple invisible darts and daggers at him.
"Why?" we both chorused in unison, in which we glanced up at each other afterwards for a brief second.
Peering behind my brother, I continued to glare at my father, the tongue of my baseball casting a shadow across my forehead.
"Every time you see us, we make you sad or angry and most times we have done nothing wrong. Then you drink, Daddy!" I said, the words gushing out like vomit. "I don't like when you do that! You cant even look at me! Why?"
My voice broke again on the word why. I was right though, every time Dad looks at me I can see and sense pain in his dark eyes. A split second later I let out a small growl, throwing myself at Dad. Using all of my limited strength, I pounded my fists on his abdomen over and over again. My brother was forcing me away from Dad, as tears began flowing down my pale freckled cheeks.
"Dad, now is really not a good time, just give us some space," said Dean, glancing up at Dad as he struggled with my sudden meltdown, complete with thrashing limbs. "Come back in a few hours."
Next I heard the motel room door slammed shut and Dad was gone.
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