The Wounds Within My Heart By James
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The Wounds Within My Heart
Chapter 12
"It's probably wrong to believe there can be any limit to the horror which the human mind can experience. On the contrary it seems that some exponential effect begins to obtain as deeper and deeper darkness falls. As little as one may like to admit it, human experience tends in a good many ways to support the idea that when the nightmare grows black enough, horror spawns horror. One coincidental evil begats other often more deliberate evils until finally, blackness seems to cover everything. And the most terrifying question of all maybe just how much horror the human mind can stand and still maintain a wakeful, staring, unrelenting sanity." Stephen King Pet Cemetery
Nohea
I ran towards the finish line with everyone cheering! My right hand lightly gripped the guiding wire that kept me from veering into the other lanes, and lightly holding it prevented friction burns. It was the week after Aunt Beth had been attacked by Mark Harris, and she was doing well, though she was still unnerved at what the bastard had done to her. That anger was lessoned though when she, as well as my dad and other loved ones, came to my track event on Tuesday of that up-coming week.
It was going well, and the practice paid off. I was speeding along, and was at the finish line within several seconds to spare. Once declared the winner, everyone cheered even louder, and I stood there wiping the sweat that was poring from my face. My shirt was soaked as if I had taken it out of a washer that still had water in it and put it on. The coach congratulated me, and so did the other guys on the team. Triston, Pietro and my other friends gave me congratulations as well. So did Aunt Beth, dad and Pietro, along with Lexy, her parents and Pietro's parents.
I thanked them all, then headed in with the other guys to shower. Once finished with that, I was back in my street clothes, and Pietro and I got in the car. We were riding home with Triston, Aunt Beth and dad. Pietro's family would follow us, and we were going to all meet back at my house for pizza in honor of my win!
Once back home, Dad went to get the pizzas, and we all hung out in my room until he got back. I was really glad that everyone was there, and Pietro went on, once again, at how amazing I was out there. Triston agreed, and I readily accepted warm long hugs from both of them.
"You guys and your support were what really helped me," I said. "Thank you so much, and that really means a lot that you guys showed up. I really do appreciate that, and won't ever forget this day!"
We all three hugged again, and soon Dad was coming through the door letting us know that the pizza was here. As I walked down the stairs with Triston and Pietro behind me, I thought to myself about how truly wonderful my life was.
The pizza was really good, and it was really nice to sit there enjoying each other's company. The three of us went through the Pepperoni Pizza, and Aunt Beth, along with dad, was enjoying a Meat Lovers. Pietro's parents and sister were eating slices from a supreme, and really enjoying that.
After we cleaned up, we all sat in the living room continuing to visit for a while. Soon though, Pietro and his family left, and Triston and I hung out for the rest of the evening while Dad answered a few work E-mails in his study.
I helped Triston with his shower around 7:00 P.M., and he only had me chase him around two times before he entered the shower.
"It's a good thing you have a towel on when you do that," I said as he started the water. "I mean, from what you said a couple of weeks ago, you're going through more changes where most people don't see."
He laughed, then after a few minutes he was done showering. Once back in my room, Triston typed then spoke.
"My changes are only for Jack's eyes," he said.
I smiled.
"I'm really glad you guys have found each other," I answered. "Have you decided between the two of you if you're boyfriends, or are the two of you still figuring it out?"
"We're still not wanting to do labels for now," Triston responded. "I do hope we become boyfriends. I really love Jack, it's kind of like how things are between you and Pietro."
"I understand," I said. "I'll always support both of you."
"Thank you," he said.
We then got on my bed where I lay down, and Triston snuggled into my embrace while I turned on the TV to a random channel. We lay there while he soon turned onto his back so he could hold his device. We continued talking, and it was really nice to have that time with him. I always loved the moments he and I were able to spend just the two of us! Eventually though, Triston said he was ready for bed, and Dad and I went into his room with him where we both said goodnight to him. After hugging him for a long moment, I released him so Dad could have a turn. Once Triston lay back down, Dad shut off the light, and as Dad went down the stairs. I returned to my room.
That was a truly happy day for my family and I. Later though, when I thought back on it, when there was time to think, I would realize that the last happy day we would have, especially between Triston and I, would be that up-coming Friday afternoon, at least it started out that way. We didn't have school that day due to teacher meetings, and Triston had gotten out early since his teacher had a meeting of her own. I'd be going over to Pietro's house later that evening to spend the weekend, but for now Triston and I would be going to the store to get candy bars. We would do that after we went to the park so he could run around for a while.
Triston and I reached the park a little before 2:00 P.M., and the sun was out without a cloud in the sky. The weather was a low 70, and the breeze was really nice as we ran around the park. I raced Triston a few times, and he beat me a couple of times at the end. Soon we stopped to rest on one of the benches, then I stood.
"When I was here a while back with Pietro, we found some rocks near-by," I said. "I'd love to show them to you."
Triston made a happy sound, then jumped up. I got up and as he held my left hand, we headed for them. Once there, I showed him a couple of square-shaped rocks that were a dark-brown which looked similar to chocolate. He then placed my hand on a large somewhat triangle-shaped rock above them.
"Yeah, that's a really nice one too," I said. "Here's another one to the right of it I really like. It's a smooth rock almost like quartz."
Triston made another happy sound when I showed it to him.
"I'm really glad you like that," I said.
After he admired it for another moment, we stepped away from the rocks. He hugged me for a long moment, and I held on, glad to be with him like that. He then made the I Love You hand gesture against the left side of my chest, and I smiled kissing his cheek gently.
"I love you too Triston," I said with my cheek pressed to his. "You're the best younger brother I could have ever asked for, and I'll always be here for you. I'll always love you with all of my heart. I don't want you to forget that, not ever."
He made a contented sound, then returned my kiss. We separated after another moment, and went to the store to get our candy bars. Things would take a turn for the terrifying soon enough, but I didn't know that yet.
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Mark Harris pulled into the parking space of the candy shop. He had wanted to get a milk shake, as that's one of the things the shop offered. He went in, and had no way of knowing that, had he gotten there a few minutes later, he would have run right into Nohea and Triston.
Harris got his shake, then went out to his car. He drove down the way a couple of blocks, and as he leaned against the side of his police car, he thought about the Bitch he had brought in the week before. Beth, or something-or-other. He was pissed, as most of his fellow officers weren't doing much in the way of supporting him. A few of them even told him that he should seek counseling for his apparent anger. Just who did the fuck did those cock suckers think they were, he thought in his head, and not for the first time. His anger had been at a low roar for the days after that Bitch had been let go without any charges, and Harris wanted someone on whom he could take out his rage.
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Nohea
Triston and I walked along looking for a place to rest so we could enjoy our candy bars. I had gotten a Twix, and Triston decided to stick with his usual Hershy Bar. We walked along as I talked about what all Pietro and I would be doing for that weekend. Triston was glad to hear about our plans, and as we neared a street crossing, we waited. After the time came, we crossed the street then continued walking.
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Harris looked up as he finished his shake, and he couldn't believe what he was seeing. He saw a boy who was tall and had dark-brown shaggy hair. The boy had something in his left hand, and it looked like a candy bar. Harris figured the kid lifted it, as this area had a few shop-lifters from time-to-time.
As Harris kept watching, he saw another boy come into view, and he couldn't believe it! It was that black-haired boy who had given him lip a few weeks ago! He still hated that kid, and he wondered if the brown-haired boy was the kid's friend! They didn't look like brothers, but that didn't mean anything. Harris began walking, and soon the two boys were going past him quickly. Harris began to follow them. He wasn't about to let them get away, plus he had a score to settle with the black-haired little Fag!
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Nohea
We continued walking, and soon we were almost to a small neighborhood. Suddenly, I heard a voice a couple of feet behind me!
"Hey! Stop!" the voice yelled out loud enough so that he didn't need a microphone. "This is the police!"
I then recognized the voice, and began to grow frightened. It was that Asshole cop who had given me shit just weeks ago! What the fuck was he doing here!
I turned, then heard footsteps rushing towards me, then stopping almost a foot away!
"That boy you have with you," Officer Harris yelled out! "Yeah, you! Whatever you have in your hand, drop it! Now!"
Yelling always scared Triston, and he immediately began crying. He grabbed onto my hand with his right hand.
"I said drop it!" Harris yelled louder.
"You're scaring him!" I yelled back. "He's my brother! His name is Triston, and he's Autistic! Loud voices scare him! He's got a candy bar in his hand!"
"I don't want any fucking excuses!" Harris yelled back. Drop it now!"
Triston was sobbing hard now, and his grip on my hand almost hurt!
"It's alright," I said turning to him. "I'm right here!"
I then heard a gun being cocked, and I felt my heart begin racing hard in my chest!
"Drop it or I'll fire!" Harris yelled!
"No!" I yelled back. "We just came from that candy store up the road a few minutes ago! What do you want!"
"How do I know you both didn't shop-lift those candy bars!" Harris yelled back.
"We didn't!" I responded. "I even have the receipt!"
"Last chance!" he said, turning his voice in Triston's direction!
"No!" I yelled. "Don't shoot!"
The first shot sounded before the last word could leave my mouth! Triston screamed, then fell to the ground.
"What the fuck!" I screamed moving to kneel beside Triston! "You Bastard!"
I was suddenly yanked back, and Harris was struggling to twist my arms behind my back!
"Git the fuck off me you Bastard!" I screamed as I fought hard.
"You don't fucking hear so well!" he said getting the upper-hand on me!
With a surge of adrenaline, I broke free and rushed at him! Somewhere as if from far away, I heard someone yell for someone else to call 9-11! I slammed my knee hard into Harris's groin! He let out a roar of both rage and pain! He was on me, and I felt him pressing down on me! With all the strength I had, I slammed my knee into his groin once again, and he fell to the side gagging and throwing up. I then moved to where Triston was gasping and screaming in pain! I held him, then began ripping at my shirt struggling to tear free a piece of it! I wanted to somehow stop the bleeding, and I could hear several cars and sirens nearing where we were!
"Triston, I got to stop the bleeding!" I said as I sobbed and felt around until I found the area of his chest where the bullet must have entered.
Triston screamed as I pressed down hard struggling to get the blood to stop flowing!
"It's going to be alright!" I said truly afraid that it wouldn't be. "I'm right here!"
With my other hand, I got my phone out and yelled at the voice assistant to call our dad. I just was barely able to tell him what happened, and he was off the line quickly after letting me know he was on his way. At that point, I tossed the phone aside as a couple of people came up to where I was.
"We're the ambulance service," a woman said. "You need to step aside and let us take care of your friend."
"He's my brother!" I sobbed. "His name is Triston, Triston Swanson!"
"Okay, we're going to help him now," she said.
As they worked, I sat there continuing to sob, and feeling like this couldn't be happening.
"He's losing a lot of blood," a man said, who I guessed was the woman's assistant.
"B.P. is 110 over 50," the woman called out. It doesn't look good."
Soon our dad was running through the crowd of police officers, yelling that he needed to get to his boys.
"Dad!" I yelled, struggling to stand.
He was at my side faster than I thought possible, and I fell into his arms, completely falling apart now!
He held me, and soon one of the paramedics was at his side explaining to him what happened. He went on to say that they would be taking Triston to University Hospital. I was hearing this only a little, and seconds later I could feel myself passing out! I couldn't believe the nightmare our lives had become, and only within a few moments!
Author's Notes
I'm sure that none of you figured that this would happen. Obviously as the woman said it doesn't look good for Triston. In the next chapter, you guys will get to see what happens next with the family.
I do want to apologize for the week with no chapters last week. I had a lot of stuff going on, but I finally got time to write this chapter part of this week. We'll be back on schedule for a weekly release going forward once again. All that being said though, I hope everyone is having a good weekend, and I'll see you all in Chapter 13.