Ch.1 The Arrival

It all began the day Brick's mother was drunk.

Naturally, the young red eyed child thought. He had grown accustomed to his mother's delirious state after she hosted one of her famous classy parties. Not that he minded. Neither did his two younger brothers, Butch and Boomer, they saw this as a time to spit crap to her, not like she could remember.

Butch would start off by saying, "Mom's stupid, like all old ladies."

Boomer would remark with, "Is that why Dad likes eating Jenny's face off, because she's not an old lady?"

Then Brick would end the discussion by stating, "Females are pathetic creatures here only to serve us. Nothing more, nothing less."

The eldest could stand his mother's drunken state, why? Because he loved his mother, like all children did. However, what he could never seem to accept was that she stayed with Father. Especially when Father took Jenny home, after her babysitting shift; returning home with the stench of her perfume.

Brick did not like what his Father was, but he could never forgive his mother's idiocy. Her reasoning for staying with his Father made him realize two things, one: He would never understand the female species. And two: Females were pathetic, poor objects only necessary for either pleasure, or feeling of being superior.

Now regarding the beginning, it wasn't until his drunken mother spat out, "George! Honey, I want another!"

The party finished up as the children were cleaning up the after-mess. While their father tried to put up with their mother's slurring words,

"Sweetheart," Father hoisted her up against him, "I think you've had enough drinks for one night..."

"Not the drinks, dumb-ass!" Butch snickered. "I mean a kid. I want a girl! A sweet little thing..."

"Sweetie, if you haven't figured it out yet... We are already over the age limit to be having any more children..."

"We'll adop-~hiccup~ we'll adopt some little cutie. Hmm... What do you-" she barfed the rest of her red wine all over the white rug.

A month later, the boys would be able to meet their new sister.

"Okay boys," their mother straighten each of the boy's clothes, "Now be on your best behavior. Butch, make sure not to pick on her."

"Of course, Mommy," his face practically screamed mischief.

"Boomer, try not to listen to Butch..."

Boomer made the mistake of glancing at Butch, who made a motion of connecting an open palm along with a fist.

"And Brick," her blue eyes looked into her son's deviant red ones. "Try to smile. You don't want your new baby sister too afraid of you, right?"

Sensing that he was not going to reply, she attempted to move the corners of his mouth upright. "Alright then. They should be here any..."

The front door began to unlock.

The boy's mother shook in excitement, her golden locks bounced along with her.

Butch began to shake -much like his mother- except with a more crazed look on his face.

Boomer seemed a bit bashful along with a joyous expression (probably enjoying the thought of having Butch off his back).

Brick was as excited as a rich kid getting a new toy. He didn't care to set his presence in front of this pathetic creature, in which he did not wish to even have near him, let alone have to greet with a smile.

And for what? He tried to calm his mind. This new female was nothing compared to him. He was superior, he decided what her worth was, and he was going to ensure that this female was completely inferior. In every possible way. This motive allowed a sadistic smile to creep onto the boy's face.

The door unlocked, the first image was of a man with black hair, a mean smile, and dark green eyes as he continued to push the door open all the way.

As the door continued, it revealed to the boys their new sister's arrival. The arrival.

To be continued...