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   Standing over his body made me feel disgusted, pitiful, and powerful all the same. Know that I could just end it, just run to the kitchen and grab a knife or grab the gun from the top of his closet and blow his brains all of the head board.

He jerked. I jumped a little and walked swiftly to the hallway. I cracked the door and peered inside.
'He's such a loser.' I thought.

He inched to the side of the bed and fell on the floor. It felt like 15 minutes before he actually was able to stand. He wobbled to the bathroom and started to piss.

"Hey." I jumped, but not enough for him to notice.

"Hey, Caleb. Happy 14th birthday." He was only wearing grey sweat pants that was pulled down to show the trim of his boxers. He was quite fit for a boy his age. He was slim with a six pack. I was the same way but about 3 inches taller.

"Yeah." He rubbed his messy hair. The way he looked I could tell he had just woke up.

"You don't seem happy." My eyebrows crested. I was always protective over Caleb.

"I'm just fourteen. I can't even drive."

"Come, sit down." He stared at me for a minute curiously then obeyed.
"Don't tell anyone what I'm about to tell you, okay?"
"Okay, tell me." He was always one to gossip.

"Okay, remember Jessica?"
"Yeah? What about her?"
"Well, when I was fourteen I was at a party and she came to me and grabbed my hand. She lead me up to a room and locked the door."
"Okay, so what happened?" He was leaning towards me with anticipation.
"What do you think happened, goof."
"Holy shit, I knew it. You fucked Jessica."

"Watch your language and yes. But before you go off and have a sex marathon, remember, use a condom."

"Thanks." I gave a small smile to let him know that ment a lot. He fell into me and I rested my chin on his head.

"Now, go and exercise. Your looking a little chubby." He laughed and headed back to his room.

When Caleb left David appeared making my face drop.

He made his way to the fridge and almost fell into it.
"Where's the damn beer case I bought last night?"
My eyes were fixed on the tv.
"Your hooker took it last night."
"Fuck! That fucking bitch!"
"Keep it down, Caleb is awake."
"He's fourteen and handsome. He's probably fucked more girls then he's heard the word. Am I right?"

He held out an unsteady hand for a high five. I didn't return it.
"No, he's a virgin." My eyes never left the tv. I flipped to channel.

"He's a . . . No, I'm not raising any pussys in my house."

I grabbed him from behind before he could make to the hallway. He stumbled his way with me to the door. I opened the font door and pushed him through. I grabbed the keys from the table beside the door and hit him in the face with them. I dropped the keys and locked the door.

I walked up stairs to my room. I watched him out of my window. He stumbled to the car and drove off.

I walked into Caleb's room. He was sweaty. He pulled the headphones from his ears.
I through my arms around him and just help him.

Instead of questioning what I was doing he just took it and wrapped his arms around my waist.

* The Next Day *

I peered out the window. The van was still gone.

I walked to Caleb's room and cracked the door. He was still asleep.
I walked over to him watching him. He was peaceful.
I went to cover him up and kicked something.

It was a small teddy bear. I picked it up and held it curiously. I lifted it to my nose and tears escaped my eyes falling to the floor. It smelt of Dona.

We all got along with out dad and then, one day, it was just me and Caleb.

I miss her so much. After the wreck I had to to the morgue to identify the body because dad had already started drinking. They said the driver was male and drunk.

I kissed Caleb on the top of the head. I got one last look at him before leaving, he was still peaceful.

Later Caleb came down and told me a friend was coming over.

"Who?" I asked.

"Phillip. He's a friend from school."

"Okay, just don't be loud."

He sat on the couch with me and waited while watching tv.
There was a knock at the door.

Caleb answered.
"Hey." His voice shook.
"Hey." A boy my height, slim with dark brown hair came in.

"How old are you?" I asked.

A deep voice answered.
"16."

"I thought you looked older."

Before I could say anything else they disappeared up the stairs.

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