Kevin
I was sitting up in bed holding Carla tight. It impressed me with the way she took care of me. She cleaned my wounds the way my mother didn’t clean them when I was little. Whenever I complained about something, she would tell me to toughen up like a big boy and deal with it. She didn’t know that my biggest wound wasn’t on the outside, but on the inside. She never asked me why I fought?
Ever since the “wonderful boy” appeared in our house, the best behaved and most... pathetic stepbrother, I remained the black sheep and he the angel. My mother and father were always setting him an example.
“Look Kevin, Mike got an A. Mike, always listening without protesting like you... Kevin, don’t you want to be such a quiet, obedient little boy like Mike?”
Memories of the past were haunting me more than I could have wished for. Everything from my childhood. I locked it into a deep hole and threw it deep into my heart. Why were they surfacing now? It wasn’t the time for that. The most impo
