Another Brother, chapter 2
I woke the next morning with my head aching so much I couldn't keep my feet. I struggled out of bed only to fall to the floor. Whacking my head harshly on the metal side table, cutting deeply into my already cut forehead, it left a smudge of blood on the side table. Then My mouth began to bleed, again. This time I didn't get up. I just lay on the carpet for a while. Gazing at the plain white ceiling, at nothing. My head was in a tail spin, I was seeing al sorts of things.
I nearly feel back to sleep, completely forgetting that my mouth was filling with my own blood, and half my head was covered in a massive purple bruise and even more blood.
I began to drift when, at the door stood a very shocked little girl. Estelle. Mike's daughter. She stood there looking at me with a dumbfounded look on her face. She looked at me like I was the boogy man or something. He face went as pale as snow.
Then she screamed at the top of her lunges so loud the whole neighbour hood would of heard her.
"Shhhhh!!!!!!" I snarled. Even my own voice made my head ach even more.
I didn't want to get into any trouble for freaking out Mike's daughter after he had taken me home with him last night, and put me under his wing.
Mike came running within the second. 'Oh shit,' I thought to myself. I didn't want to course any trouble
"What's wrong hero?" he asked coming to her need straight away.
She didn't say anything, the horrified look on her face made me feel the devil kid from the omen. She pointed her finger at me, and grabbed onto Mike for a hug.
Mike turned to what she was pointing at, me. He hadn't noticed that I was on the floor yet. Until then. His caring daddy face changed instantly.
"Holy shit!" he yelled when he saw me.
"Fuck man, what happened!" he said as me ran into the room to come to my aid, I was to out of it to realize, that falling out of the bed had made my head injury much worse, my head was bleeding all over the carpet. I just lay there hopelessly unable to move my own body an inch.
Mike laid me out flat on the ground, then grabbed the phone from the side table.
"Hello 911? I need an ambulance. My bother has serious head injuries and is fading in and out of consciousness" he explained to the operator on the other end of the line. He nodded a couple of times listening to the operators instructions, then hung up.
He turned to Estella who was standing at the door in pieces. Little girls and a boy covered in blood don't usually go down well together.
Mike turned to her while he held his hand over my forehead, where most of the blood was coming from. "Hero, sweethart can you please fetch me some towels, and your mother please?" he asked in a calm voice, trying not to freak her out to much.
That was the last thing I heard, the pain was incredible. Unbearable, it felt like some one was bashing me over the head with a lead pipe continually. The light was like flames in my eyes, and Mikes voice, although it was clam and quite it still echoed pain into my head. like drums pounding on my brain.
Then complete Darkness. Pure cold darkness. I was gone form the face of the earth in my mind.
I woke up a day later. I had a thick tight bandage around my head. and a drip in my hand. I had no idea where I was. I had a frigging tube stuck up my noise, and I was tucked so tightly into the bed I couldn't move my toes.
I tried to sit up, but I couldn't lift myself. I was such a mess.
Then suddenly an old lady came rushing though the door, she was dressed in a white gown like thing with a tag clipped to the pocket. that when I realized where I was, the hospital. That's when I began to freak out a little, I hated the hospital.
I have never liked the place, ever since I was 5 years old.
When I met my father, accidentally.
Well I was riding some kid's bike who lived next to the orphanage, he was my best friend at the time. I was going as fast as I could down the middle of the road, then suddenly this crappy old car, flew at me uncontrollably. It hit me and smashed the bike into smithereens. The next thing I remember was waking up in the intensive care unit.
The man driving the car died. He was my father.
I had never met the man before. And the one time I did, I killed him. Although they told me that it was his fault, he was the one who was driving drunk. I still reckon that if I hadn't been on the road that day he would still be alive.
That's how it happened.
So I lay in the hospital bed, looking at the nurse who had been ignoring me completely while she fiddled. I tried to sit up again, that's when the nurse noticed I was awake. She pushed me back down, stoping me from getting up.
"You're in no condition to be getting up young man." She instructed firmly.
I sighed in annoyance, and rolled over, nearly pulling the drip out of my hand.
Just then Mike walked in, a smile spread across his face when he saw I was awake. He came over and stood by my side. "How's the head bud?" he asked patting me softly on the head.
"I'll live" I replied, with a strain in my voice. "What happens now?" I asked him.
"I was talking to the doctor before, and she said you'll be out in a couple of days." He explained happily.
"No, I mean after that? Where do I go? You're not going to make me go back to the orphanage are you?" I pleaded.
Mike looked at me with a guilty look on his face.
He wasn't going to let me stay with him I could see it in his eyes.
He sat down on the chair next to me, and looked at me for a while, bracing himself to let me down.
He sighed. I looked at him, I could read his face, he wasn't going to take me in. I was homeless again. Nothing more than street boy that no one cares enough about to give a dam what happens to him.
"Listen Ryan, you have to understand I already have a child, whom I love very much. I may not live with her all the time but I don't know how she would react to this, and she's a very important part of my family, and I don't think you would be a very good influence on her. I picked up the papers for me to take you in, you have to understand, Ryan. You have a criminal record. You've been arrested twice. You've had a tough life I understand, living in an orphanage isn't easy I know that. Most children in your situation do 'act out'. You are a very nice boy that's why I made the discission that I did." He paused and sighed again before finishing.
I couldn't look him in the eyes. My only brother, after a year of searching was going to send me out onto the street.
"You have one chance" he finished.
"Excuse me?" I replied, I had no idea what he was going on about.
"You have one chance, to stay with me for two weeks. To see if it will work. Two weeks of trial. If you can prove to me that you can be good. For two weeks, you're welcome to live with me. If all goes well you have found your permanent home" He said with a grin.
"Ha-ha, I had you, there you thought I was gonna shove you back on the street didn't you?" he laughed.
"Oh. My. god. Thanks so much man!" I thanked him I was overwhelmed with joy.
"Whoa whoa, bud, don't get too exited, you still have a lot of rest to catch up on." He hushed.
"And I mean, what did you think I was gonna do? Leave my little brother to waste away on the street?"
I just looked at him, didn't answer. I honestly though he was going to.
"Okay bud, well I gotta go, I'll come back tonight. Okay?" he said as he got up and headed for the door.
"Mike," I called. He stopped and looked back at me.
"Thanks for every thing man. It's appreciated." I thanked.
"It's cool bro. You just get better bud" he replied.
"Catch you round" with that he left.
I lay in the hospital bed. My head did hurt. But I didn't seem so care all that much. I had bigger problems. Mike was offering me a home. Don't get me wrong I wanted it so badly. But keeping out of trouble for a whole two weeks? That wasn't going to be easy.
Well it can't be that hard, I mean in two weeks what could happen?
I nearly feel back to sleep, completely forgetting that my mouth was filling with my own blood, and half my head was covered in a massive purple bruise and even more blood.
I began to drift when, at the door stood a very shocked little girl. Estelle. Mike's daughter. She stood there looking at me with a dumbfounded look on her face. She looked at me like I was the boogy man or something. He face went as pale as snow.
Then she screamed at the top of her lunges so loud the whole neighbour hood would of heard her.
"Shhhhh!!!!!!" I snarled. Even my own voice made my head ach even more.
I didn't want to get into any trouble for freaking out Mike's daughter after he had taken me home with him last night, and put me under his wing.
Mike came running within the second. 'Oh shit,' I thought to myself. I didn't want to course any trouble
"What's wrong hero?" he asked coming to her need straight away.
She didn't say anything, the horrified look on her face made me feel the devil kid from the omen. She pointed her finger at me, and grabbed onto Mike for a hug.
Mike turned to what she was pointing at, me. He hadn't noticed that I was on the floor yet. Until then. His caring daddy face changed instantly.
"Holy shit!" he yelled when he saw me.
"Fuck man, what happened!" he said as me ran into the room to come to my aid, I was to out of it to realize, that falling out of the bed had made my head injury much worse, my head was bleeding all over the carpet. I just lay there hopelessly unable to move my own body an inch.
Mike laid me out flat on the ground, then grabbed the phone from the side table.
"Hello 911? I need an ambulance. My bother has serious head injuries and is fading in and out of consciousness" he explained to the operator on the other end of the line. He nodded a couple of times listening to the operators instructions, then hung up.
He turned to Estella who was standing at the door in pieces. Little girls and a boy covered in blood don't usually go down well together.
Mike turned to her while he held his hand over my forehead, where most of the blood was coming from. "Hero, sweethart can you please fetch me some towels, and your mother please?" he asked in a calm voice, trying not to freak her out to much.
That was the last thing I heard, the pain was incredible. Unbearable, it felt like some one was bashing me over the head with a lead pipe continually. The light was like flames in my eyes, and Mikes voice, although it was clam and quite it still echoed pain into my head. like drums pounding on my brain.
Then complete Darkness. Pure cold darkness. I was gone form the face of the earth in my mind.
I woke up a day later. I had a thick tight bandage around my head. and a drip in my hand. I had no idea where I was. I had a frigging tube stuck up my noise, and I was tucked so tightly into the bed I couldn't move my toes.
I tried to sit up, but I couldn't lift myself. I was such a mess.
Then suddenly an old lady came rushing though the door, she was dressed in a white gown like thing with a tag clipped to the pocket. that when I realized where I was, the hospital. That's when I began to freak out a little, I hated the hospital.
I have never liked the place, ever since I was 5 years old.
When I met my father, accidentally.
Well I was riding some kid's bike who lived next to the orphanage, he was my best friend at the time. I was going as fast as I could down the middle of the road, then suddenly this crappy old car, flew at me uncontrollably. It hit me and smashed the bike into smithereens. The next thing I remember was waking up in the intensive care unit.
The man driving the car died. He was my father.
I had never met the man before. And the one time I did, I killed him. Although they told me that it was his fault, he was the one who was driving drunk. I still reckon that if I hadn't been on the road that day he would still be alive.
That's how it happened.
So I lay in the hospital bed, looking at the nurse who had been ignoring me completely while she fiddled. I tried to sit up again, that's when the nurse noticed I was awake. She pushed me back down, stoping me from getting up.
"You're in no condition to be getting up young man." She instructed firmly.
I sighed in annoyance, and rolled over, nearly pulling the drip out of my hand.
Just then Mike walked in, a smile spread across his face when he saw I was awake. He came over and stood by my side. "How's the head bud?" he asked patting me softly on the head.
"I'll live" I replied, with a strain in my voice. "What happens now?" I asked him.
"I was talking to the doctor before, and she said you'll be out in a couple of days." He explained happily.
"No, I mean after that? Where do I go? You're not going to make me go back to the orphanage are you?" I pleaded.
Mike looked at me with a guilty look on his face.
He wasn't going to let me stay with him I could see it in his eyes.
He sat down on the chair next to me, and looked at me for a while, bracing himself to let me down.
He sighed. I looked at him, I could read his face, he wasn't going to take me in. I was homeless again. Nothing more than street boy that no one cares enough about to give a dam what happens to him.
"Listen Ryan, you have to understand I already have a child, whom I love very much. I may not live with her all the time but I don't know how she would react to this, and she's a very important part of my family, and I don't think you would be a very good influence on her. I picked up the papers for me to take you in, you have to understand, Ryan. You have a criminal record. You've been arrested twice. You've had a tough life I understand, living in an orphanage isn't easy I know that. Most children in your situation do 'act out'. You are a very nice boy that's why I made the discission that I did." He paused and sighed again before finishing.
I couldn't look him in the eyes. My only brother, after a year of searching was going to send me out onto the street.
"You have one chance" he finished.
"Excuse me?" I replied, I had no idea what he was going on about.
"You have one chance, to stay with me for two weeks. To see if it will work. Two weeks of trial. If you can prove to me that you can be good. For two weeks, you're welcome to live with me. If all goes well you have found your permanent home" He said with a grin.
"Ha-ha, I had you, there you thought I was gonna shove you back on the street didn't you?" he laughed.
"Oh. My. god. Thanks so much man!" I thanked him I was overwhelmed with joy.
"Whoa whoa, bud, don't get too exited, you still have a lot of rest to catch up on." He hushed.
"And I mean, what did you think I was gonna do? Leave my little brother to waste away on the street?"
I just looked at him, didn't answer. I honestly though he was going to.
"Okay bud, well I gotta go, I'll come back tonight. Okay?" he said as he got up and headed for the door.
"Mike," I called. He stopped and looked back at me.
"Thanks for every thing man. It's appreciated." I thanked.
"It's cool bro. You just get better bud" he replied.
"Catch you round" with that he left.
I lay in the hospital bed. My head did hurt. But I didn't seem so care all that much. I had bigger problems. Mike was offering me a home. Don't get me wrong I wanted it so badly. But keeping out of trouble for a whole two weeks? That wasn't going to be easy.
Well it can't be that hard, I mean in two weeks what could happen?
