When Life Gives You Lemons, Throw Them At People {2}

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So we left off with my older brother ruining my life, right? Well if I’m going to give you the entire story I have to go back to the begging. Back to the night that changed my life.

~4 years ago~

“Ding dong”

I wonder who that could be. No one ever rings the front doorbell. If it was a package it was delivered to the back door, and my since my dad’s law firm is next door and Mom works at the hospital we don’t get visitors all that much. Hmmm better go check. I set my copy of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix aside and went to go answer the door. As I made my way down the stairs, I looked over the large mahogany banister at the front door. Gretchen, our maid was just pulling open the door. I stopped for a moment to see who had entered. Then I heard a deep voice coming from the other side of the door. “My name is Detective Scott Greene and this is my partner Detective Jamie Fitzgerald, with the Henniker Police Department. May we come in?”

What were the police doing at my house? What trouble had Kyle gotten himself into this time? Mom and Dad would take away his car again! Hah! I ducked down so they wouldn’t see me and I could eavesdrop over what they were going to say.

“Of course, Detectives come right in.” said Gretchen with a confused expression. “Mr. and Mrs. Carmichael are not home right now but if you want-”

“That is what we’re here about Madam. The Carmichaels were found dead outside town early this afternoon.”

I heard Gretchen gasp. Her eyes wide with the shock “You mean they’re...they’re…” she stuttered.

“Dead. Yes Madam. We need to speak with their children now.”

This huge part of my chest is being stabbed with a knife. The knife was directly into my heart. My parents were gone. How could that be? We were supposed to be safe in our world. Nothing could hurt us. Especially them! Parents are indestructible.

Gretchen floundered for a moment. “Of course I shall go get them.” She turned toward the stairs, and I got up out of my hiding spot and ran. Past my bedroom. “Dead. Dead. Dead.” It just kept echoing in my head. Over and over again, till I found myself in front of Kyle’s bedroom door. Not bothering to knock, I tried to turn the doorknob, but it was locked. I banged on his door so hard my knuckles hurt. “Kyle let me in,” I said it over and over again until the tears that I didn’t know had been there, threatening the back of my eyes, flowed over. I fell over against his door huge sobs wracking my body. After an eternity the door opened a crack and I slid back a little still sobbing uncontrollably. Kyle immediately opened the door wide and knelt down by my quaking form. I had ended up curled up in the fetal position rocking forward and backward. I finally heard Kyle’s voice over my muffled cries “Brittany what’s wrong? Tell me! Brittany are you ok?”

“Mommy and Daddy” was all I managed in response. The sobs just would not stop.

“What about Mommy and Daddy Brittany? What did they do now? Did they take away you Malibu Barbie again?” He said exasperated.

“Nooo.” I whimpered. “They…they’re…they’re Dead!” My voice broke on the word “dead” and the sobs wracked through my body once again. The knife in my heart twisted.

“What?! No, that can’t be true! You’re lying to me! Playing a cruel joke.” I sounded like a plea. I looked into his eyes. The same as Mom’s. The knife twisted again. Causing waves of pain to radiate throughout my entire body. As I continued to sob, Kyle collected me in his arms and held me against his chest. He was strong just like Daddy was. Once again the knife did its cruel dance within my heart. Making me hug Kyle closer. This can’t be happening. It was then that I felt the wetness on my neck. I didn’t need to look to see that they were tears. I knew we shared the blade that had pierced all the way to my soul.

It was like this that Gretchen found us. She had tear tracks down her usually sunny face. Her murky brown eyes held great sadness. She had always seen Mom as her first daughter. She tried to convince us to talk to the police, but Kyle said we would do it some other time.

I don’t know how long we sat there but it must have been a long time. Because at some point Kyle had picked me up and brought me to my room. When he had tried to leave I had pleaded with him not to leave me too. He didn’t leave. He got in bed with me and told me stories about Mom and Dad before I was born. I laughed at some stories and cried really hard at others. Kyle and I had always been blood but that night we truly became brother and sister.