(Beau's P. O. V.)

My name is Beau Brooks. I have two younger brothers that I love more than anything but, one of my brothers is in the hospital due to an attack from our father. Our 'father' shot and killed our mother and shot my little brother as well. He's fighting to survive and all I can do is hope that he'll make it. I remember the pain he had in his eyes and the fear that overtook everyone.

I remember holding on to him and watching his body jerk as the doctors did a defibrillation to keep his heart beating. I remember them taking him away from me and driving him to the hospital. I remember screaming at the sky and cursing at the monster who claimed to be my 'father'. He wasn't my father. He was a monster that took everything from me. He took away my mother and possibly the life of my baby brother.

I remember picking up my other younger brother, Luke, as he sobbed on the floor. I lifted him up and held him close to me as I let him cry. I cried with him. Our lives were gonna change forever. Whether we wanted it to or not.

I remember driving to the hospital in tears with my hysteric brother in the passengers seat. When we got there, I ran to the front desk and asked for my little brothers room. When they told me he was in a risky surgery that he may not survive, I lost it. I remember running out of the hospital and into the empty street. It began to rain and I remember looking up at the sky and yelling,

"Why God why?! You took away my mother and now you're gonna take away my baby brother? No! Don't you take my brother! Not him too.......please...." I begged and cried.

I remember feeling a hand on my shoulder and seeing the soft and sad eyes of Luke. I hugged him and walked back unsaid to wait for the news on our brother.

After agonizing hours of waiting, the doctor finally approached us. I remember asking him hundreds of questions and he simply saying,

"He's very lucky. We managed to remove the bullet from his chest though it wasn't easy. He's extremely weak and we're not sure how long he will be either. We do know some muscles around his heart are permanently damaged."

"How?!" I remember Luke asking frantically.

"His heart struggles to beat at a normal pace and it simply means he'll have to run off of medications in order to keep his heart at a healthy safe pace. Side effects of NOT taking the medicine include: weakness, fatigue, chest pains, nausea, dizziness, unconsciousness, and if he goes too long without his medication, possibly a coma or death. I have trust in the both of you that you will keep him healthy so, I have no worries about that. He wishes to see you." The doctor told us.

I remember all that information hitting me like a truck. How could all this have happened? What did we do wrong? I remember being thankful that my youngest brother, Jai, was even alive. We rushed to his room and saw him laying weakly on the hospital bed. I remember seeing Luke rush to Jai's side with tears in his eyes.

I remember Jai's soft eyes looking straight into mine and he looked so scared.

"We're gonna be alright. I promise." I said out loud and Jai gave me a small smile.

"Mum?" Jai rasped out and I remember Luke starting to cry and I having nothing to say. How do you tell someone that their mother was shot and killed by their own father?

"Don't worry about mum Jai. She's happier someplace else." And he knew what I meant because, I remember the tears streaming down his face and the three of us hugging and crying together.

We were a murderers sons.

We still are a murderers sons.

I remember a lot from that dreadful day and it still haunts the three of us.

When Jai was strong enough to lift up his own arms, we were able to put him in a wheelchair so that the three of us could be sent away to a foster home. The hallways we walked down were dark and bland. There was no color anywhere and there was only the cries of other children and teenagers who lived there with us. No one wanted to be there.

Luke became more violent towards others. He got into fights and arguments with everyone except Jai and I. He was a threat to others and It was like he fought anyone who wanted to come close to us. He was the protector of our small broken little family.

Jai became more quiet. He barely spoke to anyone except Luke and I. It's like everything he wanted to say was only said in his head. He was quiet, shy and innocent in our eyes. He was the baby in our small broken family.

I became like their guardian. Whenever either of them were afraid, they would come to me and I would shield them from all their fears. I'm the one who feeds them, takes care of them, makes sure that they're safe from danger, I make sure Jai always takes his medicine and I ensure that they're both always healthy. I work to provide them the best life I can despite all that we have been through. I'm the hero in our small broken family.

We're foster brothers and this is the story of our small broken family.

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Chapter 1 yay!¡!

(If you want to read the full incident scene, it is called 'Please Stay' inside my other book called 'I'm A Lefty'.
There, you can read about the crime scene that took Gina's life and how/the thoughts that took place while Jai was injured )

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