The story continues the lives of Kain and Scott Banks. Kain navigates through his heartbreak and hits a few bumps in the road. Scott tries his best to be his brothers keeper while trying to make things right with the mistakes he made. Kain gets a su...
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So here's what I know. I just got to Rylin's house, Davis is out cold and laying on the floor. Either just unconscious or dead, I choose to believe the latter. Davis almost looks unrecognizable. If I didn't already know it was Davis, I'd have no clue as to who it is that's laying on the floor with almost every inch of his face black and blue, swollen and bloody.
Kain's here. He was sitting on the floor next to Davis' unconscious body but he got up and left the room about 5 minutes ago. He went up to his bedroom, I think.
I don't know what happened or how it started. I don't know what to do, I've never seen anything like this in my life. And where the hell is Rylin? Her car is parked outside so I know she's here. What, does she not care that her husband and son just fought like dogs? That her son beat his father up so bad he's left bloodied and unconscious?
What is wrong with this household?
Davis makes a grunt noise and he tries to lift his head but fails. I instantly strip off my winter jacket, hang it on the back of the dinning chair then I kneel down at Davis' side. I try to shake him but he's out cold again.
I mean, obviously I have to help him, right? He's hurt and regardless of what he's done, he's still my father.
"D- Davis?" I say. My voice shaky. "Dad?" I shake his left shoulder. He doesn't even flinch. Jeez, he's really knocked out.
Aside from the beating from Kain, I get a whiff off the second reason Davis is passed out. Whiskey or maybe it's bourbon. I manage to get Davis on his feet. His right arm is hooked around my neck, my left arm is around his waist, trying to hold him up.
The good thing is that he's helping me out a bit, he's conscious enough to walk with me. I help him up the stairs and turn left, toward the left side of the second floor, where only the master bedroom is. We approach the closed master bedroom door but it's locked.
Great, now what am I supposed to do with him? I guess it's the bedroom next to mine.
I turn us around and walk us down the hall. We pass the staircase on the right then we're just about to pass Kain's room when his door opens. Kain leans his left shoulder on the doorframe, watching us. "He's not fucking worth the struggle, Scott. You should've left his ass downstairs." Kain says spiteful.
I'm having a hard time keeping Davis up. I glance at Kain then readjust my hold on Davis. "I couldn't." I groan as the words leave my mouth. We turn the left corner then we enter the right bedroom.
Davis flops down on the bed, I help put his legs on the bed then I go out to the hallway bathroom. I run a washcloth under the faucet then I go back to the bedroom. I clean Davis' face then put the throw blanket that's at the end of the bed, over his body. Davis groans then mumbles. "You're a good kid despite having me as a father. You make me proud, son." Then he drifts asleep, lightly snorting.
