The Loss
By: moolah
Chapter Two: Telling Mom…& Dad
    
     Becca’s eyes filled with tears as the officers told her. They left, leaving regards and told her they would be sure to get find the guy who killed Collin. Manny was standing in the living room now, with a fudge pop tart. Becca didn’t know how she was going to tell her little sister how the brother she loved, the most was gone forever now. She sat her sister down beside her on the red leather kitanda and took her tiny hands in hers. “Ok, Manny, Collin…Collin, Collin was shot.” She said. Manny pulled her hands away like a cobra was striking them. “W-w-w-w-hat?” she screamed loud enough to wake the entire house up. She started to cry, like instantly after dropping the words shot. “Oh my god, he’s dead!” She breathed louder this time. She was in shock. Soon, Becca’s parents, Hanna and Derry came downstairs. “What’s all the ruckus?” Derry asked his two children. Becca placed her hand over Manny’s mouth so she wouldn’t tell them. It was Becca’s job. Not little Manny’s job.
    “Dad….uh…mom.” Becca sat down, once zaidi on the red leather sofa. Her mothers zumaridi, zamaradi eyes looked down at her hands that lay in her lap. “The police were hear this morning.” Becca said, quietly thinking how her father was going to beat her to smithereens after hearing, she was the one who told him to go to the party. “They said, they, they, alisema they…f-f-f-found Collin.” She stuttered. Her mother looked up, all smiles, just like Becca had whenever she’d discovered they’d found him.
    Just then, her brother Ian walked downstairs with, Angela his girlfriend, they were arm in arm, but then he saw Becca’s tears strolling down her face, and he walked away from Angela to his sister. “Becca,” He paused , the looked at his mother and father. “Becca, what…what’s going on?” He looked at the smiling face of his mother and the tired looked of his dad-relief washed over him as he thought, ‘Collin’s alive!’ Then, something told Ian…the cruel voice wewe often hear that says “You can’t do it!” said, “Think…think again.” He pictured the voice being fiery and sharp like a stick in a fire. A metal stick. He pictured the eyes be wide and had red pupils. He pictured it stabbing his younger brother to death as he laughed. That was when-instead of Becca telling her parents, and her brother, and her soon to be sister-in-law. Ian told her parents. He told everyone. “Collin’s….dead!”
    Becca looked over to her mother as she wept in pain and horror as she clung onto her husband. Her father would look up every couple seconds, and wewe could see tears in his eyes as well. Collin was the son he took hunting every year. “He’s gone. And it’s all my fault.” Becca alisema trying not to look at her dad again. Her dad looked up suddenly at his daughter. “Did you shoot him?” He asked looking at her like she was a blowfish. “NO!” She alisema trying to defend herself. “I told him to go to the…the…party.”

He stood up and slapped her in the face. In front of everyone.


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