Brothers
The next day you talk with your family for a bit before leaving. You promise that you will come back home to see them more often. After a tearful goodbye you get into your car and make the twenty minute drive home.
There has never really been a good reason for you to avoid visiting you family and you make good on your promise in the months to come, checking up on and helping them out when and where you can.
One day, almost a year after your mothers death, there is a knock at the door. You answer the knock, opening the door to see a woman standing before you.
It's Vicky. She doesn't look good. Her eyes are sunken in and her skin is pale. She looks as though some terrible illness has overcome her. You can't even imagine what kind of mental trauma she has been going through.
Looking into her sad and resentful gaze you cannot help but flash back to that night when you abandoned her. Her eyes were pleading to you that night, pleading for you to do something while he fucked her from behind.
The two of you stare at one another for a while and then her hand comes in and slaps you hard across the face, your head turning with the force of the blow.
"Son of a bitch!" she cries in a sorrow filled husky voice. Then she spits at you before walking away.
There has never really been a good reason for you to avoid visiting you family and you make good on your promise in the months to come, checking up on and helping them out when and where you can.
One day, almost a year after your mothers death, there is a knock at the door. You answer the knock, opening the door to see a woman standing before you.
It's Vicky. She doesn't look good. Her eyes are sunken in and her skin is pale. She looks as though some terrible illness has overcome her. You can't even imagine what kind of mental trauma she has been going through.
Looking into her sad and resentful gaze you cannot help but flash back to that night when you abandoned her. Her eyes were pleading to you that night, pleading for you to do something while he fucked her from behind.
The two of you stare at one another for a while and then her hand comes in and slaps you hard across the face, your head turning with the force of the blow.
"Son of a bitch!" she cries in a sorrow filled husky voice. Then she spits at you before walking away.