Author's note:
This Chapter contains language and some violence.
As promised, here's the second chapter today.
Chapter 5
Billy 19, Tim 10
Part 1
"Where the hell is the money, you little piece of shit!" Tim stood in the doorway, momentarily stunned as his father came barrelling towards him, angry as hell. In seconds, Walt grabbed a fist full of Tim's shirt, pulling him inwards and slamming the front door shut.
Tim was shoved into the living room, the force of which knocked him to the ground. "I don't know Dad, what money." He stammered inching away from his advancing father. His eyes darted furtively around the room looking for any indication of what was going on. His gaze fell on a collection of empty Whiskey bottles on the counter that weren't there this morning. His father was obviously drunk and Tim knew he was in serious trouble if he didn't manage to get out of there soon.
Walt's arms flew out, overturning the coffee table. "DON'T YOU DARE LIE TO ME!" Tim ducked in time to avoid the flying furniture. He was too frighten to move and it took all his concentration to force his brain into action. He knew Billy wouldn't be back for another hour. "Now, where is the money?" Walt's voice was low and dangerous as he continually advanced.
"I don't know dad." He pleaded, trying hard not to let the fear shake his voice. Walt regarded his youngest for a moment, his eyes narrowing in distrust. All Tim could do was stare back in frightened shock.
"Fine, we'll do it your way." Before Tim could move, his father was dragging him by the collar of his shirt towards the back yard. He tried to fight him off, his smaller hands working at his father's tight grip while his feet kicked out in every direction, hoping to find a hold on something. He yelled out the best he could, but the grip on his shirt collar was slowly cutting out his air surly, leaving him gasping for breath.
He was too caught up in his panicked attempt to escape that he didn't realised where his father was dragging him until it was too late. In seconds he was plunged into the fidget pool water, his father still holding tightly to the front of his shirt. He clawed and thrashed trying to breach the surface but his father held him firmly under. Finally after what seemed like an eternity, he was pulled back to the surface, pulling in lungs full of air.
Tim was shivering as he stared back at his father, his eyes wide with fright as every bone in his body shivered from the cold. His father held him submerged to his shoulders in the deep end, keeping his head above by the collar of his shirt.
"Now, where's is it." Walt brought Tim up to be inches from his own faces, his whiskey breath pungent and rank. When Tim didn't answer fast enough he was rewarded by another dunk, this time his father held him under longer. "WHAT DID YOU DO WITH IT!" Walt angrily yelled at his son, from above.
Tim was desperate, his mind losing focus as the lack of oxygen grew. He tried in vain to loosen his father's grip. With one last effort, he tried to breach the surface to no avail, inhale lungs full of cold water instead.
Billy ran through the house towards the pool, having heard the commotion from the drive way. Seeing his father leaning forward, he easily grabbed the older man's shoulders and sent him crashing towards the patio set. He took a second to make sure the man wasn't getting back up before turning his attention to the pool. His stomach rose to his throat as he spotted Tim's lifeless form floating to the surface. "TIMMY!!" He quickly pulled his unconscious brother out of the water. "Come on Tim." Billy frantically searched for a pulse. It was fast and erratic but there. However, his own heart stopped when he noticed Tim wasn't breathing.
Tears started making their way down his cheek as every inch of his body fought against the rising panic. "Timmy don't do this." He pleaded holding his brother's head between his hands. Tim felt cold while his lips and skin had taken on a pale bleu colour. He shook his brother's shoulders."…Timmy." His voice cracked, chocking on his tears. "TIM!"
Tim's body suddenly convulsed, coughing up water. His eyes snapped open as he continued to cough out water, his arms reaching out frantically. "Timmy, hey buddy it's okay, I'm here. It's okay." Their eyes locked and Billy could see fear, something he had never seen before in his brother. Billy rolled him onto his side to help clear his airways. He watched helplessly as violent coughs wracked his younger brother. Tim wound his fingers tightly into his older brother's shirts, needing to feel something solid, as he continued to cough up water and then some. He took in haggard breaths, his throat hurting from the exertions. Finally after his body was content it had rid itself of everything from him lungs and stomach, Tim slouched tiredly against his older bother.
Billy pulled him into a hug, bringing Tim's head to rest just under his chin. "Jeez kid, I thought I lost you." He felt Tim's grip tighten as his shivers increased.
"I th…ink you…d…id." Tim's teeth chattered so much Billy thought he might chip a tooth. While his younger brother mentally collected himself, Billy glared over at the still form of his father. The bastard was going to pay, he'd make sure of that.
