Always There

Follow the main characters as they go on their own paths through life while struggling with their own inner battles.
Alisha Reynolds: A spunky keep-to-herself kind of gal. She likes having someone who at least acknowledges her existence. Moonlit walks and dark chocolate are romantic but too much can sufficate her.
Brandon: A proud bi-sexual, he constantly puts up face with the other kids. Meanwhile at home his family is falling apart. Still he attempts to prevail.


12. Brandon

He felt like an utter slut. Nothing could make this situation any worse. Virginity was out of the question. Gone, like a dandelion in the wind. All because he couldn't control his hormones. Needed some escape. What? First sex as a stress reliever, then what? Would he be selling drugs on the sidewalk trying to gain a living?

The idea seemed a bit far-fetched, but at the moment Brandon felt like nothing could make him feel like what he had done was right. He slammed his fist in the door frame as Ashley walked off wearing his clothing. She turned to look back at him, almost smiled, dropped her gaze and continued down the street.

Brandon shut the door, cursing out loud to the air. Falling to his knees, he attempted to pull out his hair. Why? The question floated around in his head lackadasically just like a kitten batting at a piece of string. Speaking of string, he looked around.

Her skirt, and thong were together in the corner, the shirt over by the couch. Thinking back, Brandon felt appauled and disgusted. Surely any girl who had even little amounts of self-worth would have worn better articles. He nearly gagged as her scent clung to each object. At the time he wanted to devour her, now all that lingered was the sour smell of fish and trash. How could he have found that attractive?

Luckily there was still a small fire. He tossed the fabrics inside and went to get Clorox Bleach to help clean up. What a role model he was. Your sister gets sick and then you go home and fuck a girl you thought you liked and then it turns out she was just a slut. Yea. Definately someone he wanted his sister to look up to.

He was scrubbing the floor when she woke up. Her cries were more like little bursts of sound. Worry filled him instantly, but he forced himself to take time to put on a shirt. Of all the mistakes he had made this was by far the worst. The guilt beat at him from every single angle. Drawing him down as if there were five one-hundred pound weights on his back.

Brandon gave himself a face-palm and ran into the corner.

"Ouch," he muttered as he rubbed his forehead. That was it! He stood at attention and straightened out his shirt. Fixing his hair he decided then and there that he was going to be a better rolemodel for his sister. It was bad enough they had crappy parents, he wouldn't do that to her. He refused.

Walking in to the room he smiled at his lifeline, "Hi darling how are you?" He beamed.

"Brover!" She giggled clapping her hands delightfully.

He picked her up and hugged her close. If another episode were to actually take her life, Brandon sighed in dismay. How long before she noticed? She was a very smart girl and he doubted she'd be perfectly okay at the thought of losing her parents. Brandon was just glad she was still with him. He tickled her and relished in her high pitched giggles.

"How about we go and take a short trip to Alisha's?" He asked, "You remember her right?"

She giggled and clapped her hands with such exuberance it was remarkable. Suddenly everything seemed to be falling into place. There wasn't anything that would stop her and he would make sure of that.  Abandoned or not, she would have a future even if it was the last thing he did with his life. She would survive.

"Let's go." He said as his expression turned to one of sorrowful joy.

It didn't take long for him to get ready or for him to dress his sister. That wasn't the problem. Brandon didn't have any money, didn't have a car, and didn't have any car keys. His parents took anything and everything they wanted. With the kids in the hospital being sick there was nothing and noone to stop them from leaving them.

He turned and locked the door before picking up Sara.

"All right. Let's go!" He smiled exhuberantly

Together they walked down the street. He couldn't help but notice the most simple things he took for granted. Apparently that's what happened when you come close to loosing the only thing that ever mattered. Suddenly everything was precious. The little things, the tiniest things, even those that outscaled everything. They all were important. He looked at a bird singing its song. Chirping a little tune.

"Chirp, chirp!" Sara tried immatating the innocent creature. It came out as a high pitched squeal but he still loved her effort. He stepped closer to the tree but not close enough to scare the animals. She eagerly reached for her infatuation.

"Chirp, chirp!" She squealed again.

He watched closely with her enjoying life's simple pleasures. Then tragedy struck. A little bird was hopping around in it's nest. Chirping along with the rest of its siblings. It didn't look much older than a month. The thing seemed to hold as much curiosity for Sara as she did it. It yearned to find out who or what she was. The chick took one step and fell.

It's curious tweets soon became those of surprise and terror. It gave a futile attempt to fly but crashed anyways.

At first Sara didn't come to terms with what had happened. She must have thought that the poor thing would be okay.  She didn't realize it had landed on its head or that the audible snap wasn't a twig breaking within the tree it fell from. For a moment it was all silent. The mother looked out over the next, sang a few tunes, flew down, nudged it and carried on as if nothing had happened. The entire scene took Brandon's breath away.

Her child had just fallen to his death and she blew him or her off. Like it was nothing. The comprehension knifed him in the gut so hard he gasped for breathe. Just leaving the carcass there for scavengers. It was almost as if nature was mocking him.

"Come on, Sara." He cooed, diverting his attention, "Let's go see Alisha!"

He held Sara tight. After the birds it seemed imperative that he never let go of her. Of his life. If he did, Brandon sighed. The walk was nearly over, the time slipping by like the seasons. Sometimes he wish he could just turn back time. Or turn it forward. That way he could either go back before he was born or jump ahead to his death. It didn't matter as long as he didn't have to watch his life crumble in front of his sister's eyes. Save her the pain of dissappointment and betrayal. If only.

By the time Sara and he were at Alisha's, Sara was sound and quiet. She stared at everything behind him, her eyes the only sorce of intelligence within her. But still those brown circles let on plenty. She understood more than Brandon had given her credit for. She turned and looked at the door when Brandon hadn't rang the doorbell or knocked.

In his hand was a note in hard-pressed pen with splotches of wearthered tear stains.


To Whom It May Concern○

• The Reynolds' have left for a breif time.

My daughter- Alisha○ has been in the hospital.

Due to l○ood l○ss she has been in a coma.

We hope for the best.

               -Mr. Reynolds○


He stared for some time. It took many attempts to take the note from his hand by his own sister to pull him back into reality.

"Come on baby.We're going for a much longer walk than intended." He whispered, putting Sara on his shoulders, as he started on his trek to the dreaded white building five miles away.

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