Chapter 3- Revised Plan

Arguments happen, it's perfectly norma! But what about this one? When you dish out more than you can handle, to the point where you resort to physical violence...

“So your saying if we run away, it’ll teach our parents a lesson?” “Yeah, I mean if they truly cared when we came back home they would love and treat us like royalty, right?” “Yeah… Ok… Who would bring the food and water? How long will we be out?” “Um… I have 3 dollars and 35 cents saved up, I could buy food and water” “Ok but what about Laurence? I mean his life is basically perfect, his mom doesn't abuse him and his dad is in the army so they can all get citizenship” “Yeah… Well maybe he can stay outta it, right?” “Yeah, ok.. Ok’’  A week has passed and I now only need Morgans approval to commence the plan, I plan on taking him to the tree house, he never yells at me in front anyone “Hey Morg, lets go to the tree house” “Why?” “I wanna talk to you, and the rest of the group” “A-Alright…” He said confused. As we walked out the house our dad stopped us “Where ya’ll go’n?” “Uh.. To meet up at” Quick think of someones house! “Laurence’s house” “Be safe” It didn't look like dad believed me. When we finally arrived at the tree house, I began to worry What if he embarrasses me? or actually yells at me?. But I snapped myself outta it If he were to yell at me, he would of done it by now, I said barley believing it. I mean come on Morgan can think through things but most of the time he is just unpredictable “Lets hurry this up” “Why where do you gotta go?” “No where, I just don't like this blistering heat” He is right about that… It is extremely hot, I did the secret knock and I was greeted in “Hey Dennis!” “Hey” Why is he so happy? “I heard you are all going to go-” Charlie interrupted with a nice stomp on his foot “OWW! What was that for?!’’ “Some people don't know!” He loudly whispered “What going on here?” Morgan hopped up with no help from Douglas “Uh… Nothing” “Yeah, are ya’ll planning to kill me and bury me in Mexico?” The group awkwardly laughed, then silence, Charlie sat next to the poker table and Laurence hugged the corner part of the tree house, while Douglas was ready to prop open the trap door to help a buddy out “Um… Morgan-” “Spit it out already!” I gulped “Remember the proposition I made to you a-” Morgan looked at me angrily “No I don’t” “Well-” “And I don't want to know” I lost patience “You know damn well what I’m talking about!” Shoot! Now I’m gonna get it, not wanting to here it, I sprinted across the tiny house and tried to jump out the trap door but Morgan grabbed my collar shirt “Not so fast!” He pulled me up and pushed me to the ground “When I tell you No to an idea I mean it!” I stayed silent, not wanting a pounding from him “And just because you Preposed the same exact idea to me in front of our pack doesn't mean anything! I don't care if they were here or not, I would still yell at you!” I felt my face flourish with anger and embarrassment, and soon tears “Morgan… Thats enough!” “Shut up Charlie! You have no idea what it’s like to have this little runt as a little brother!” I looked up at Charlie “Your right, but I sure as hell know what it’s like to have you as a best friend! AND IT SUCKS!” He yelled the last part while pushing Morgan out the tree, and soon he fell “CHARLIE!” Why do I care about Charlie more than Morgan? Morgan is my own blood, my brother yet I care more for Charlie who is merely a stranger at most a good friend  “YOU WISH YOU HAD A FAMILY LIKE MINE! YOU WISH YOU HAD A LOVING FATHER, A FATHER THAT DIDN’T SPEND ALL DAY WHOOPING YOUR A*S!” At that moment I saw something I will never forget… Charlie’s fist hitting my brothers face… “I may not be able to stand up to my father, but I can sure as hell stand up to your bullshit” I’ll give Morgan credit, he can pack a punch… He stood up like nothing ever happened he said something that only Charlie could hear. I couldn't help but feel like I’m carrying the worlds biggest boulder, but the boulder is filled with sorrow and guilt, I jumped down and chased after Morgan