my brother's keeper
A few days ago I had a dream that I was a kid again - 12 or 13. My parents still owned this house. It was Thanksgiving. My brothers were fighting. The police were looking for one or the other of them. Everyone was on pins and needles, and I thought to myself Always on the holidays.
I had completely forgotten that feeling. A decade or so of being almost normal, and I'd forgotten. But all it took was that one dream, and it all came rushing back.
My brother threatened to kill me today.
Over a rug.
A god damned rug.
There's an officer coming to our house, because hell if I'm going to let him treat me like that at thirty-three years old.
But it's a Catch-22, innit. Because if they arrest him, I'll never be able to let my guard down again.
I had completely forgotten that feeling. A decade or so of being almost normal, and I'd forgotten. But all it took was that one dream, and it all came rushing back.
My brother threatened to kill me today.
Over a rug.
A god damned rug.
There's an officer coming to our house, because hell if I'm going to let him treat me like that at thirty-three years old.
But it's a Catch-22, innit. Because if they arrest him, I'll never be able to let my guard down again.