I lay there on the floor, blood trickling from my nose and mouth. I slowly sat up and checked myself for any serious injuries. Except for a few bruises, and maybe a cracked rib or two, I would be all right. I gingerly picked myself up and sat on the bed. To say that Will was upset would’ve been an understatement. He was furious no doubt about that. He attacked me and beat me to a bloody pulp. He could’ve easily killed me but somehow he stopped himself and left.
Once I felt able to stand I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself up. Then I went down to the kitchen and made myself a sandwich. After I finished eating I made another sandwich and headed upstairs. I found myself at Aaron’s door. I opened it and walked in. As usual he was lying in his bed staring up at the ceiling. I moved across the small room and sat down at the edge of his bed. He looked up at me with fear in his eyes. I couldn’t exactly blame him for that. I offered him the other sandwich. At first he eyed me with suspicion, but then he cautiously reached out and took it. He devoured it like he hadn’t eaten in days, which, knowing our father, he probably hadn’t.
He looked back up at me, and this time he took notice of my beaten face. This time he had a puzzled expression. He reached out and touched my face. I grabbed his wrist and took it off. “Don’t worry about it,” I whispered.