Death of My Only Friend: Part Three, Brother Beside Me

—-That wasn’t the last time Georgia scared me. I slept in Danny’s room for most other nights. He wasn’t big, and he couldn’t fight off dad. I didn’t think that I could either, whenever that time came.

So, Danny and I started to make plans to run away. Georgia, however, wanted revenge for that beating more than she wanted dad all to herself.—-

We all sat around the dinner table a few weeks after Georgia’s beating. It was quiet as usual. Mom was also not home – – again. We had made out plans to escape that night. Then she did it…

“By the way,” Georgia said casually, “Danny and Mary are running away tonight.”

Dad looked at us. “Is this true?”

Danny and I glanced at each other.

“No. Georgia’s just upset about her breakdown.” Danny said.

“Danny, you know I don’t like liars. And I have a strong feeling that you’re lying to me.”

Danny and dad had a stare down before dad spoke, “Georgia, Mary, go upstairs. I’ll speak with you later, Mary.”

I hesitated to get up, but Georgia dragged me to me feet and started shoving me towards the stairs. “You heard dad, upstairs.”

I still refused to move until Danny nodded his head.

Georgia and I went upstairs to our room. I never did figure out what happened to Danny that night. We heard things breaking, dad yelling, and worst of all Danny screaming and crying out in pain. He usually never screamed or even cried when dad beat him. I started to get scared of what would happen to me. The yelling got really loud, and then it stopped. We then heard several thuds in the stairway. Both Georgia and I ran to hallway. We saw dad drag Danny up the stairs by his hair. He looked like shit. He was covered in blood and was already bruising.

Dad looked sternly over at me. “Don’t you move.” He then threw Danny in one of end closets and locked the door. Then he came over and grabbed me by my hair. “Go to your room, Georgia.”

Georgia smiled at him and went into our room. She closed the door behind her, but I know she knelt there listening to what was happening between dad and I in the hallway.

He let go of my hair. “Do not lie to me, Mary. Did you and Danny plan to run away.”

I nodded my head.

Before I had even finished nodding he slapped me across the face so hard that I fell to the floor. He pulled me up by the collar of my shirt. I couldn’t breathe as he dragged me down the hallway to throw me in the closet next to Danny’s and locked the door.

“You two can stay in them closets until you’ve learned your lesson.”

I listened for dad’s heavy footsteps and the door of his room being shut before I dared speak to Danny. “Danny,” I whispered, “Danny, are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Are you okay? He didn’t hurt you, did he?” His whisper was soft and heavy

“No, he didn’t hurt me. What’d he do to you?”

“Don’t worry about it. You going to be okay in there?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. Remember when we were younger and he’d put us in here for days at a time? Remember the games we used to play?”

“Yeah.” His breathing was heavy. I could tell he was hurting pretty badly. “I even remember how I used to sing you to sleep when you were younger and we got locked in here together. Do you remember that?”

“Yeah.” Tears started welling up in my eyes, but I didn’t know why.

Danny began to sing, low and lulling. He always had the softest voice. “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are gray. You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you…” His voice slowly faded.

“Please don’t take, my sunshine away.” I finished, then covered my mouth to muffle my tears. I couldn’t figure out why I was so sad.

—-Maybe it was because I loved him so much, maybe it was because he was my protector, then again, maybe somewhere, somewhere deep down, I knew that one of us wouldn’t move out of this house alive.

I miss him so much now. All the things he did for me. All the things we did together. He was my brother; more than my brother, he was my protector; more than my protector, he was my friend.

You’d think that in my house, you could never be happy, yet I had a relatively happy childhood because of Danny. He tucked me in at night. And when there were thunderstorms, I would crawl into his bed at night. He was always there for me. He took most of my beatings for me. He’d always take blame for me. He never wanted to see me hurt. Dad had to lock him in a closet before he could hit me because Danny would intervene.

Sometimes, late at night, when I’m thinking about all the events that are happening in my life right now, I think about him, and somehow… somehow, I think he’s still with me.—-


  1. *crying* omg…that is the sadest thign iv ever read,you know what you should do,you should see if you can make that into a move,it would be the best! i was seriosly crying,every single 1,made me cry. please,do you think you could write somthing else like that?

  2. this story is far from finished. the next part will be coming soon.

  3. this is a good one too,well written and nothing else i can say that other people havent said already.

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