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There was a loud smashing sound as the vase shattered to pieces after being hit by a baseball. The two children huddled together in fear. Then he staggered into the room. 'Who did this?' he thundered.

The younger brother began to cry.

'It was me', the elder boy said, staring straight into his eyes.

'Don't you dare glare at me like that. I beat the insolence out of you.' he said. 'Kneel there and don't move,' he said, walking to get his weapons.

The younger brother began to cry even harder now.

The elder boy moved towards his brother. 'There's nothing to worry about. He doesn't know it was you. Go to your room. There's nothing for you to see here.'

'He... he...he's going to hurt you.'

'He'll try to. But I'm tough right! I won't utter a squeak. Cause it doesn't hurt. Just watch and see. Now go to your room.'

The man came back. He smelt of cheap liqour. 'Choose,' he nodded at his hands. They were carrying a wrench, a cane and a belt.'

'Give me the wrench.' he said coldly.

'Why the wrench?'

'Because fuck you. Thats why the wrench.'

The alcohol rushed to the man's head. And he lifted the wrench, and smashed it viciously into the boy's face. He built up a frenzy of hits on the boy's body. Striking what ever was closest with all his might. Then he watched the boy go limp. Unconscious.

The younger boy had not left, he was peekin from between the curtains. Too afraid to move. Too afraid to help his older brother. He wept silently. His brother had kept his word. He hadn't made a single cry of pain through the brutal beating he received.

Then the man turned to look at him. His shadow overpowering him. 'Don't grow up to be a loser like your older brother. Look what he made me do? I've got blood on my best shirt. It was you he was trying to protect was it?'

'No... No...It wasn't me! I didn't mean it!' cried the younger boy.

Then chose. Wrench. Belt. Cane. Choose one.

No.. No.. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooo... I DON'T WANT TO!

'Nooo... nooo... please... not that...'

'Wake up Jules. Wake up. Its just a bad dream. You're okay now. I'm with you.'

'Koh! I had that dream again. He was beating you. And beating you. I thought you were dead.'

'I'm still alive. Sore here and there. But alive.'

The elder brothers face was bruised badly. His left eye swollen shut. His nose had been broken and still dripped blood.

'Koh... we should run away... leave that man... he's evil...'

'We can't Jules. He's our father. And we can't leave mom with him.'

'Get dressed. We have to go to school. We'll miss the bus if we are late.'

Julian quickly packed up his school books and got dressed.

'I'm ready Koh.'

'Silly boy, you tied the knot for your tie to fat!'

'I'm just using the one you tied for me yesterday! Its not MY fault you don't know how to tie a tie!'

'You little roly poly, how dare you talk back to your big brother!' he lifted his younger brother into a hug and kissed his cheeks. 'You're gonna grow up to be a little heart breaker you know. That is if you ever lose that baby fat!'

'I'm not the one with the fucked up face. Baby fat or not everyone things I'm cute! I might even get laid before you do koh!'

'Little cats and dogs don't count when you get laid Ju,' he patted his brothers head affectionately.
'What ever Koh... Lets go.'

'Ok. You wait for the bus. I'll start walking.'

'Walking? Why are you walking?'

'Dad didn't give us enough money for two fares. I'll just use the money for food instead of the bus. Don't worry its not that far.'

'I'll walk with you.'

'No you WON'T. These streets aren't safe. I can't protect both myself and worry about you.' saying that he walked past his younger brother towards the dimly lit streets ahead.


'Well... well... Look what the cat dragged in. Nasty cat by looks of it. Did your face in good mate.' a tall white kid said.

He had noticed them following him 15 minutes ago. Maybe he jus didn't care. Maybe he wanted to fight them. Whatever his reasons were, he was surrounded by 6 white teenagers.

'What do you want Steven? I've got no time to play with you and your little pets.' he said.

'Uncourteous. Most Uncourteous. We're here to help you. Fix that guy who fixed your face so pretty.'

'Very unlikely. Hilarious in fact. Enough of the stand up comedy. What do you want?

'To pay you back. I know you boned Louisa. She was my girl. You had no right to.'

'You've got it all wrong. I didn't bone her. She boned me,' he chuckled.

'You bastard... get hi...'

'I wouldn't do that if I were you. Baseball bats are nice and all. But they lack a certain class.' He reached into his pocket and drew out a butterfly knife.

'How do you fancy it? Getting gutted is a slow but painful way to die. So you break a few bones of mine. I'll make sure you never see another morning sunrise. I'll make sure your faces are even uglier than they already are. Or maybe you'll scar well. Claim to be some war veteran. I hear the chicks really dig that.

'There's six of us and one of you.'

'So which of the six want me to paint them a new face?'

'Fuck you... this isn't over yet. Watch you back. I'm coming for you.'

'Don't fall over yourselves running away from little old me maties. Would hate to see any of you get hurt!' he smirked.

'Man... you..' he choked on his words as the butterfly knife whistled inches away from his jugular and stopped.

'Mate are you CRAZY? You could have KILLED me!

'I know. I'm regretting it already.'

'Thats not funny! Anyway you never change. Scaring off 6 white boys with one tiny shiny knife.'

'The very same knife that had you pissing your pant a few seconds ago.'

'Why did you try to stab me with that damn thing any way... we're cool aren't we?'

'Because you're an idiot. You snuck up behind me. I was just trying to protect myself'.