Protective Love

Ch. 24 -- Murder Case

"Change this shit, Cody. I want to watch power puff girls!"

"No, I came here first. It's my remote and my tv!"

        I lean forward to try to grab the remote out of his grasp, but he just places it farther away from my reach. I smack his arm and make grabby motions to the remote.

"DEAN! CODY WON'T GIVE ME THE REMOTE CONTROL!"

"Stop being a baby, Vi. It's MY turn!!" yells Cody.

"But I hate power rangers! It's for boys and I'm sick anyways so ha!"

"You being sick doesn't matter. You can't use that as an excuse to have everything!"

Dean walks into the living room from the kitchen holding two plastic cups with tops on them filled with hot tea.

"Knock it off you too. Stop fighting or I will  place the both of you over my knees and you wouldn't want that now do you?" Dean intervenes and tries to stop our fighting.

He hands us our cups and then takes the remote from Cody, switching the channel to Looney Tunes.

"There. Now your both happy."

        Dean throws the remote on the coffee table and walks away, I'm guessing to get the guys to start heading to my stupid therapy session today. After a half an hour, I am picked up by Sam and taken to the elevator where we wait patiently for it to reach the basement garage. Cody is holding Damon's hand and he makes funny faces to me, sticking his tongue out and mocking me. I stick my tongue out and kick my feet, hitting his arm.

"OWW!! What the fuck, Vi! That hurt!"

        Cody lets go of Damon's hand to grab his now bruised arm. Damon picks up Cody and starts examining his bruising arm and lecturing him on his dirty mouth as Sammy steps away from Damon to stop our fighting. He lands four sharp *SMACKS* on my bum and whisper/yells into my ear,

"Knock it off, NOW! I am tired of all this fighting with you and your twin. You will receive a spanking when we get home after your therapy."

        I start to whine as Sam sets me into the car, buckling me up and sitting in between me and Cody. When Cody started to mock me again, Sam quickly turned him sideways a little bit and smacked him too. That shut him up quickly. During therapy, I told everything that happened to June and how I felt towards having this illness.
"I don't like it, it makes me different from the other kids. I can't run or walk. There's this girl at school that bullies me because of it and she hasn't hit me or anything but it bothers me."

"You don't think that maybe she's jealous of how beautiful and smart you are, especially jealous that you have older brothers to protect you?"

"Maybe? I mean she is lonely. It's just her and her parents."

        After an hour, June talked to William and my brothers and I was left with Cody alone again.
"You better do as I said, no fighting or I will spank you right alongside Vi." Sam reminded Cody.

They all left and when the door closed, Cody turned to me and said,
"You got me in trouble!"

"I didn't mean too. You started it."

I was coloring in the coloring book that June kept on the table and so was Cody. I reached for the blue crayon and instead touched Cody's hand.

"I want to use the blue."

"I had it first! Give it to me!"

We started to pull on the little crayon until it broke into two pieces and Cody yells, "You broke it! I'm telling!"