Everyone Needs Help

by KirstenLoganxo

Clara Moore has been on the run for most of her life, after her mother and father blamed her for her own brothers death. She has ran for more than 20 years; her secrets eating her up. That is until she meets two guys one night, who hopefully change her life for the better...or maybe the worst

2. Chapter 2

Before the start

Your parent's were away on a hunting trip for the past two days and it was quite in the Moore house. You had to look after your baby brother, which wasn't as bad as it seemed, yes it was boring but you didn't mind at all. He kept you entertained when your parent's were away. You were watching The Simpsons on the TV in the living room, when you heard a small rumble from your brother's stomach. You smiled to yourself and look down to your left.

"Bobby, bobby was that your stomach" I said laughing, as it growled so loudly. He smiled at me and giggled to himself.

"Yeah, I am but I didn't want to say anything" he giggled into his hand

"Right well you sit tight little man and I will go and grab some food eh? How about that? I am thinking maybe a sandwich with some jam" I said standing up and walking through into the kitchen not bothering to wait for a reply. I was 8 but I didn't mind the responsibility of looking after my 3 year old little brother. I took the bread out the bread bin and took two glasses of milk and was heading back in to the living room.

"Hey Bobby Bear I got us your favourite jam and juice too, I thou…" I said not able to finish my sentence as I took in the scene in front of me. The glasses and plates fell to the floor.

My eyes scanned the room as it fell upon blood, blood and more blood. I moved further into the room, mumbling Bobby's name over and over again. I stood in the middle of the room and felt something drip on my head, I slowly turned my head to see my little baby brother on the roof, blood all around him.

"Bobby this isn't funny, you need to get down!" I shouted up to him, If this was a joke, it was not funny. Not in the slightest, but he didn't move and did not respond. Right before my eyes, flames started lighting around his body, my face falling at the sight in front of me.

"Bobby, can you hear me…You need to come down! Right Now!" I screamed at him not knowing what to do. The flames getting bigger and bigger. I ran into the kitchen trying to find something to get rid of the flames. I found a bucket and filled it to as full as I could lift. I dragged it back in at that point the living room was engulfed. I felt a hand on my shoulder, as I turned round I see my mother and father staring at me. They grabbed me by the arm and dragged me outside into the background.

"YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO PROTECT HIM CLARA!" my dad screamed at me, his temper rising

"WE LEAVE YOU ALONE FOR A WHILE AND WE FIND HIM LIKE THIS…YOU…YOU KILLED HIM" my mother screamed… I shook my head and tried to speak, no words forming.

"It's your fault, you killed our baby boy, you killed him" my mother spat as tears formed around her eyes, my eyes mirrored that of my mothers.

"Leave now….GO" my dad shouted…I scampered away and tried to get as far away from my parent's as I could. I ran as fast as I could away from my baby brother burning and my parents who no longer wanted to see me.