Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 102929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
I hadn’t seen this guy before. Ignoring the rambling and thrashing through the thin walls, I spent the next minute trying to distract Kraven as best as I could, but it didn’t matter this time.
Someone must have called the cops.
One second, I’m silently praying this wouldn’t escalate, and the next, I ordered, “Kraven, run!”
My bedroom door kicked open, and all hell broke loose.
The cop announced, “They’re in here! We got two of them!”
“Kraven! Go! Run!” I charged the officer, wanting him to get a head start.
We couldn’t be split up again. We just got our family back together.
What a joke…
Kraven didn’t move an inch, his feet glued to the floor beneath him. Watching the scene unfold in front of his fearful eyes, we witnessed yet another one of our worst nightmares happen all over again.
“Julius!” Kraven screamed bloody murder as the officer held me back.
My body turned inside out, waiting for the man who’d appear next.
I tried to fight off the cop, but it was no use. Once I caught sight of the black SUV through my window, I knew it was over.
I hated that car.
Except it wasn’t just one this time.
It was two.
Which only meant one thing.
We’d immediately be split up.
“NO!” I yelled with everything inside me. “You can’t do this again! Please!”
I instantly thrashed my body back and forth and all around. Faster and faster. I felt like I was about to snap in half.
“It’s okay. We’re here to help you,” the officer restraining me reasoned.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. My chest is caving in on me. The expression on Kraven’s face was one I’d never forget. My eyes slowly moved toward the door, seeing not one but two large men enter my bedroom, along with two caseworkers I’d never seen following close behind. I recognized their demeanor. They were all the same.
Kraven and I locked eyes, and he knew exactly what was happening.
“NO!” he shouted, skidding to his knees to throw his arms around my waist.
“Grab him!” the woman ordered, and the men went right to work.
Kraven kicked.
He fought.
He fell apart.
“Don’t take me away from my brother! Please don’t take me away from him again! I’ll be a good boy! I promise I’ll be the best boy! I won’t get in trouble anymore!”
Tears filled my eyes as I watched him get taken away.
“Julius, please! You promised! You promised me this wouldn’t happen again! I can’t go back there! I hate that place! I hate those people! The bed sucks, and the food does too!”
He was referring to the group home, which was where they’d take us first. We weren’t babies. We were older. It’d be harder to place us and definitely not together.
I had no control over my emotions and was hitting, punching, and pushing the officer. My body throbbed, my heart pounded, and my head started getting dizzy the more I put up a fight.
“Son, calm down!” the other woman said over the ringing in my ears.
I fought with every ounce of strength I had, still holding on to the hope that this would one day be over. We wouldn’t have to deal with this anymore. It was all I had left to hold on to.
Kraven and I both shoved, slapped, and hit the men holding us prisoner, wanting to hurt them as much as they were hurting us. Not paying any mind to the pain running through my body. It was nothing compared to the knife they were stabbing into my heart.
He lifted Kraven into the air, tossing him over his shoulder.
“It’s going to be okay, buddy!” I reassured, my voice breaking. “We’ll be back together soon! I promise you! Just listen to them! Don’t get in trouble!”
Kraven had a problem with authority, but who could blame him…
I watched my little brother lose his mind, trying to grab hold of the door. Seeing his fingers slip inch by inch as they made their way out to the SUV broke my heart into a million pieces. I was supposed to protect him.
The scene played out in slow motion as I screamed for Kraven.
The cop let me take out my anger, holding on to me the entire time.
“I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!” I repeated until my throat felt raw and all the fight in me was long gone.
“Don’t touch my boy!” Mom seethed out the window of the cop car.
It was only then that I realized we were leaving.
“Julius! Kraven! Momma’s coming! My boys! My babies! Joe, this is all your fault! I told you! I fucking told you!”
“Ma’am, you need to calm down!”
“Fuck you!” Dad spewed.
I shook off the memory, still seeing my parents in the back of separate police cars, acting belligerent. I didn’t know if he was expressing that to my mother or the cop, and I still didn’t.