I pushed myself off the ground. My brother was grinning down at my bleeding face. My mom was calling 911 in the background. You finished already Tyler? I thought you were the stronger younger brother of the family! You sure don't act it!", he sneered. "Shut up!" I launched myself at him. He grabbed me by the arms and swung me into the bookshelf. My mom was far too small to do anything. My older brother and I were very large for our ages. I was 15 and my brother was 18. He stood over me. "Don't give up", I whispered to myself. "Telling yourself that won't help you win this fight." I jumped up and caught his chin with my head. He stumbled back. He opened one of the drawers and pulled a knife. My mom shrieked. She was cowering in the hallway. "Why are you doing this to me, Derek!" I was crying. He stabbed into my arm. Warm liquid started to pour down my arm. Derek had a sinister look on his face. I punched him with my good arm. He hit his head on the stove as he was falling back. "You should have left me alone Derek." At that moment I heard a loud bang. it was the front door being knocked down.
This is a new series I am starting. It is a romance so beware. Well, thank you all for my 200 followers. And sorry for the no graphics. I will eventually fix this. In progress.
