A Brother's Love (standard:horror, 3121 words)
Author: Casey Ponciano	Added: Aug 17 2001	Views/Reads: 3565/2374	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Timothy looked up to his brother Adrian. He loved him more than anything in the whole world. And he would do anything for Adrian. ANYTHING.

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like that.  Timothy didn’t like him either.  I wished that my mother 
and my father were together again.  I missed him. 

“I’ll do it in a minute,” I said. 

“Now, Adrian.” 

“Alright.”  I got off the couch and grabbed the bowl.  I was angry and
when I picked up the bowl, I dropped some popcorn on the carpet floor. 

“Look what you did,” my mother said as she pointed to the mess. 

“Sorry mom,” I replied.  I picked up the popcorn and threw it back into
the bowl.  Timothy stared at us and watched the whole commotion.  I 
threw the bowl on the table.  I wanted mother to realize that I didn’t 
like the whole situation of Jeremy coming over because I didn’t like 
him, but she wasn’t willing to accept it.  “I’m going out tonight,” I 
told her. 

“No you’re not.  I want everybody here when Jeremy comes over.  It’s
going to be like a family dinner.” 

“But it’s not mom.  Jeremy’s not family,” I told her and it made her
angry.  I wished I hadn’t said that.  She went up to me and slapped me 
on the face. 

“Don’t speak to me like that.  Go to your room,” she said and pointed
upstairs.  I gave her a dirty look and walked to the front door.  I 
grabbed my coat and opened the front door. 

“Adrian, you’re not leaving.  Go upstairs this minute,” my mother
yelled. 

“Adrian, don’t leave,” Timothy said as he ran to me and grabbed my arm. 
I looked down at him. 

“It’s okay Timothy.  I’m coming back.  I’m just going to Gina’s to blow
off some steam.  I’ll be back.  Mom is just upset right now.” 

“I hate it when she gets like that.  I hate it when she yells at you,”
he said and he started crying. 

“It’s going to be okay Timothy.  Just go upstairs to your room and
behave when Jeremy comes.  I don’t want mom getting angry with you.  
Here’s Gina number.  Call me if anything happens,” I said.  I gave him 
a piece of paper with Gina’s number.  I had to get out of the house.  I 
hated when my mom defended Jeremy.  It seemed she cared more about him 
than us.  Timothy ran upstairs. 

“Adrian, get back here,” my mother yelled again, but I didn’t listen.  I
walked out of the door and I went to Gina’s. When I got there, I told 
her what happened.  She understood, because she knew the whole 
situation ever since it started.  She’s been there for me ever since my 
parents had the divorce.  We were together through a lot of things.  We 
also solved the argument we had earlier.  It was just some stupid rumor 
someone told me at school about Gina.  I knew I should have trusted her 
more than someone else’s word of mouth.  She forgave me and we talked 
through the whole night about us.  We talked about our future.  After I 
graduated I was leaving Abernathy and I was going live with my dad in 
Austin.  I had to get away from the house.  My mother and I were not 
doing so well.  I asked Gina if she wanted to come with me and she said 
yes.  Her parents and her were going through a difficult phase also.  
And if Timothy wanted to come with us, I’d also take him.  I loved my 
little brother.  He hated when mother and I got into arguments.  He 
always took my side.  But I ended up leaving and he ended up going 
upstairs.  He looked up to me a lot.  He always told my mother that he 
wanted to be like me.  At times he’d ask me to play with him, and I 
would say no.  He would then go outside by himself.  My mother would 
tell me how much Timothy loved me.  She always said how much he 
worshipped the ground I walked on.  And I knew he did.  I ended up 
feeling bad and then I would going outside and play with him.  When 
he’d see me walk out of the house, he looked up at me and his face lit 
up.  He’d run to me, hug me, and tell me that he loved me.  Then we 
would play football or basketball together.  I loved those moments. 

Then Gina’s phone rang.  She answered it and gave the phone to me.  It
was Timothy. 

“What’s wrong?” I asked. 

“Adrian, please come over. Something happened to mommy.  I think Jeremy
did something to her.  I’m scared,” he said. 

“Timothy calm down.  Is he still in the house?” I asked. 

“Yeah.  Please come Adrian.  I’m scared,” he said. 

“Timothy, I coming.  Go upstairs and hide in your room.  Lock the door. 
Only open it if I call your name, okay,” I said. 

“Okay big brother.  I’ll be waiting,” and he hung up. 

“What’s wrong?” Gina asked. 

“Something’s wrong at my house.  I got to go,” I said and I grabbed my
coat. 

“I’m coming with you,” Gina said. 

“No stay here.  There might be trouble,” I said 

“Adrian.  I’m coming with you.  I’ve been with you through everything
and I’m going to be with you through this,” She said as she grabbed my 
arm.  I looked at her and smiled.  I kissed her on the lips.  I loved 
her. 

“Okay,” I said and we drove to my house.  When we got there, the only
lights that were lit were the ones in Timothy’s room and the kitchen.  
I grabbed a bat by the front door for protection.  It was Timothy’s bat 
from softball.  I bought it for his birthday. We walked to the front 
door and to my surprise, it was already wide open.  I walked in with 
Gina behind me.  I walked slowly to the kitchen.  No one was there.  
But we saw a trail of blood from the kitchen to the living room.  We 
followed the blood.  Then we saw someone sitting on the couch, but it 
was too dark to see who it was. 

“Mom, Jeremy, Timothy?” I asked, but no one answered.  Suddenly the
television turned on.  The living room was lit.  From the back, the 
body looked to be Jeremy’s. 

“Jeremy?” I called to him, but he didn’t answer.  Gina and I walked
slowly to his body.  There was blood everywhere.  I grabbed him by the 
shoulders.  And I shook him, but there was no response.  “Jeremy?” I 
asked, but he still didn’t answer.  Then his body moved and he fell on 
the floor.  And we saw why he didn’t respond.  His mouth had been taped 
and his throat had been slit.  His legs were broken.  I looked at the 
bat I was holding and with the lights of the television, I saw blood 
all over the end of the bat.  Someone used it on Jeremy’s legs.  I 
didn’t like Jeremy, but no one should ever die like this. 

“Oh my God,” Gina said.  She put her hand over her mouth because she
wanted to vomit. 

“Use the telephone in Timothy’s room and call the police,” I said. 

“I’m not walking around by myself,” she replied. 

“Hold on,” I said and I walked to the kitchen.  I looked under the
kitchen sink and found what I was looking for.  It was a gun in a small 
safe.  My father gave it to me when I was little.  He hid it for me so 
if trouble ever occurred no one else knew where it would be except him 
and I.  And we only knew the combination for the small safe.  I grabbed 
the gun and I gave it to Gina. 

“Use it if you see anything move.  Watch out for Timothy.  I think he’s
in his room hiding.  I don’t think Jeremy did this.  Someone else is in 
the house,” I said. 

“Okay.  I’ll go call the police.  Be careful honey,” Gina said and she
gave me a hug. 

“You too baby,” I said.  I hoped that nothing would happen to her.  “Go
to Timothy’s room and make sure he’s okay.  Then call the police.  I am 
going to look for my mom,” I said. 

“Okay.”  And then she left to the dining room.  I went to my mother’s
den.  The door was closed.  I grabbed the doorknob and it opened.  No 
one was in den, but the bathroom light was on.  I saw water on the 
den’s bathroom floor.  I walked slowly toward the bathroom with the bat 
in my hand.  I turned the corner to enter the bathroom.  I became 
stunned at what I saw.  My mother was on her knees with her face in the 
overflowed bathroom sink.  She wasn’t moving. 

“Mom?” I asked, but she didn’t answer.  I grabbed her shoulders and
shook her, but she made no response.  “Mom?” I asked again, but there 
still wasn’t any answer.  I placed the bloody bat on the floor and I 
put my arms around my mother’s waist.  I lifted her face out of the 
sink.  I sat her by the wall of the bathroom.  Her eyes and mouth were 
wide open.  Her face was blue.  She didn’t die of drowning she died of 
strangulation.  I could see the rope marks around her neck.  I cried 
for my mother and I hugged her.  I kissed her on the forehead.  I 
wanted to get the bastard that did this to her.  Then I heard a thump 
from upstairs. 

“No!  Oh my God, Timothy!” The voice said.  It was Gina’s voice. 
Timothy and Gina were in trouble.  The killer was upstairs.  I tried 
grabbing the bat, but it wasn’t on the floor where I left it.  Maybe I 
misplaced it.  I didn’t have time to look for it.  I had to go 
upstairs.  I walked through the dining room and I looked at the dinning 
table.  There was gun lying on it.  It was the one I gave Gina earlier. 
 Gina didn’t having any protection so I had to hurry.  I grabbed the 
gun and ran upstairs.  I slowly walked to Timothy’s room.  I heard 
movement in there.  I hoped to God that the killer wasn’t doing 
anything to Gina or Timothy.  I’m going kill that bastard.  I opened 
Timothy’s bedroom door and to my surprise, I saw Timothy sitting on his 
bed safely.  He wasn’t harmed in anyway.  He ran to me and gave me a 
hug. 

“You came.  I knew you would big brother.  I knew you wouldn’t let me
down,” he said. 

“Is everything alright, Timothy?”  I thought I heard Gina’s voice up
here?” I asked. 

“No she’s not here.  Where’s mommy?” he asked. 

“She’s dead, Timothy.” I said as I looked down. 

“Mommy’s dead,” he said.  Then he started crying as I looked up and
observed his bedroom.  I haven’t been in his bedroom for a month.  I 
saw pictures of him and me on the walls.  He also had drawings of him 
and me, and on the bottom of each drawing, it said ‘I love my big 
brother.  I want to be like him.’  And he had my shirt that I was 
missing for two weeks.  It was lying on his bed. 

“I thought you didn’t know where that shirt was?” I asked. 

“I found it today.  I was going to give it to you, but you left,” he
said as he continued to cry.  Then I saw something hanging on his 
dresser mirror.  I walked toward it and got a closer look.  It was a 
picture of me with but my face was cut out.  He replaced it with his 
face from another picture.  It was strange to see a picture of his face 
on my body.  Timothy wasn’t his usual self.  The room smelled like a 
place of obsession. 

“Why did you do that?” I asked. 

“Because I love you, bro and I want to be like you,” he replied.  Then I
heard knocking in his closet.  The closet door flew opened and Gina and 
the softball bat fell out.  Gina was crying, her mouth was taped, and 
her hands and feet tied up.  Her face and arms had bruises on them.  
Her shirt was torn and bloody.  Timothy then ran to where she was 
lying.  He grabbed her by the hair and lifted her head.  He pulled out 
a knife he had in his back pocket.  He placed the knife at her throat 

“Timothy, what are you doing?” I asked.  He never acted this strange
before. 

“I want to kill her, Adrian.  She makes you mad all of the time and I
hate it when she does that.  You don’t need her,” he said.  Then 
everything hit me.  I didn’t want to believe it at first, but then I 
knew that Timothy killed Jeremy and my mother. 

“What did you do to Jeremy?” I asked him. 

“I got rid of him brother.  You didn’t like him and he made you angry. 
I hate it when they make you angry.  I love you big brother,” he said. 

“Why mom?  You didn’t have to do that to her,” I said. 

“It was hard for me to get rid of mom, but I thought about the way she
yelled at you all of the time.  I hate it when they do that to you 
brother,” he said. 

“Please, Timothy let Gina go.  She hasn’t done anything wrong to you. 
Please let her go,” I pleaded with him. 

“No.  If I get rid of her, it will be just you and me, big brother. 
Wouldn’t you like that?” he asked.  I didn’t know what to say.  I had 
to say something so he wouldn’t do anything to Gina.  I looked at Gina 
and I saw tears fall from her face.  I lifted the gun and pointed it to 
Timothy.  I didn’t want to.  But I had to save Gina’s life. 

“Please let her go,” I said and I started crying. 

“No.  This is for the both of us,” he said and then he slit her throat
and I shot at him.  He fell to the floor and dropped the knife.  I ran 
to Gina and I took off the tape. She was bleeding severely and I 
couldn’t stop it. 

“Don’t die on me Gina, baby.  Please don’t,” I said.  Then she looked up
at me and collapsed.  She was dead.  “No,” I yelled.  I lifted her body 
and I hugged her.  I then caressed her long dark hair and kissed her on 
the forehead.  I couldn’t believe what happened.  As I was about to 
walk out, I turned around to look at Timothy.  His eyes were still 
opened and he was staring at me.  He was also bleeding severely.  He 
raised his arms toward me. 

“I love you big brother.  I just wanted... I just wanted to be like
you,” he said. 

“I love you too little brother,” I replied.  And I did, no matter what
he had done.  But at that moment, I wished the worst for him.  His arms 
fell and his eyes closed.  He stopped breathing.  “Timothy?” I asked, 
but he didn’t answer.  He was dead.  I lost my family and  my 
girlfriend because of my brother’s love. 


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