Sixty

ALEXANDER

“Ezra...” I called out to my brother. His face was void, void of all emotions. I was scared, scared at this point that my brother was gone. My jovial brother was gone.

“Remember what you did to dad the other day?” Ezra asked, I widened my eyes and he chuckled before drinking from his beer.

“Yeah, I knew you killed him and mom covered up for you. I loved you, didn't want you dead therefore I kept shut. That thing you did to dad, I want it done to that woman.” He pointed at my mom standing on the stair.

“What did I do Ezra?” Mom’s voice sounded from there, she looked scared.

“Cause you caused all these. Everything was all your fault! You made me this weak by always talking down on me. You told me every day that I could never measure up to my brothers. You compared me to them every day building up my low self-esteem but cause I loved you all so much, I never showed that part of myself. I was the loving brother, the jovial brother. The one brother who wouldn't get sad no ma