Brettly looked out the window into the darkness of the night that lay before him. There was no moon, the stars seem to have abounded the sky.  Brooding as Bretly’s mood and thoughts turn dark much like the night that was before him.  A past specter of a memory hunted his thoughts. Little Bretlly was sitting at the breakfast bar watching his mother cooking. She was tried and weak. Pretending that Daddy wasnt drinking again. But he had left proof on her cheek.<br/><br/>Brettly had heard the loud angry words. Thought at six he didn’t know that they meant expect that it hurt Mommy. He froze when his father came into kitchen. Not making a move. Fearing the older man wrath,the smell of liquor clung to him like a lover. This was going to be very bad day,little Brelty thought as he tremble in his set. James walked to his wife. The air seem be sucked out the room as she tense under his gaze. Flecking when he reached for her. In flash James back handed his wife. “ I teach you not to flech you stupid bitch” Garbing her hair and he yanked her out the room. There was crashing and heavy thumps. Screams and crying filled the neighboring room. Only then did Bretly leave the room running to Alfred to hide. Bretly violently push that memory out of his mind. Why did Alfred have to tell him to remember his father, Bretly wondered grimly.<br/><br/><br/>Sighing heavily as Thomas started to talk once more. Bringing Brently back to the present.  Why didn’t Thomas just leave?Why didn’t he understand that he didn’t want to hear what Thomas was telling him . He didn’t care that Thomas was jealous of him. Big fucking deal. Like he gave a shit. It wasn’t until Thomas started to talk about how he thought he may have a chance with Miranda when she left. Telling him how beautiful Thomas thought she looked. How they kiss. That's when Bretly swiveled the chair back to Thomas. The was a deadly look about him. As he listen to the man he thought was his best friend give graphic details of how Thomas had rape Miranda. Anger and hate boiled with in him.He tried to stamp those feelings down. Not wanting to believe that Thomas would do such a thing. But he did rape her, Bretly realized . The world, the room faded around him. Darkness enveloped him. Raising from his seat. Stalking out of the library after Thomas. Grabing the back of Thomas shirt and his pants. Heaving the man across the hall into the living room. Thomas fell to the floor. Pouching on him like a lion would pounch on  his pry, Bretly sent his fist flying into Thomas face.<br/><br/>“HOW COULD YOU, YOU FUCKING BASTARD.” Bretly screamed, his fist never stop their assault. “ You should have told me where she was. You had no right. She mine to love and care for. Mine to touch. SHE WAS NEVER MEANT TO BE YOURS . You brought back her worst memory. You bastard, you hurt her”Bretly continue to beat on Thomas. His fist hit the man face and chest. “ YOU HAVE RUINED EVERTHING”