Michael headed back upstairs just as he heard his older brother pull in the driveway. Michael then quickly walked over to the divan, bank and turned on the T.V and acted if he was watching T.V. His older brother never liked people messing with his "Catch". He brother soon walked in the door. Michael just kept his eyes on the T.V. His brother walked in the house and just stared Michael down. Michael could feel his brother's gaze without even looking at him. "Did u go into the basement?" his brother Mitch asked coldly. "Only to give her a blanket and some food." Michael replied keeping his eyes on the T.V. "Well she should be ready for me then." Mitch zei with an evil grin. Mitch then opened the basement door. "Dont wait up." Mitch zei as he undid his riem and made his way downstairs to the basement. Soon after Nicole's screams began to feel the house. Her screams made michael flinch, michael made his way to the basement door and stood there. He could tell Mitch was slapping her and hitting her really hard. Michael began to feel tears falling down his cheecks. "Why must he do this? I mean i know Mitch is sick....but i never knew it would be this bad." Michael zei to himself. Michael walked away, he just couldnt take it. Michael made his way back over to the divan, bank and buried his face in his hands and he began to cry. Just then Mitch came back up from the basement, overhemd, shirt half open and pants undone. "Looks like is got myself a fiesty one." Mitch zei evily as he walked into the keuken-, keuken and popped the top, boven off a bottle of malt liqour. "Whats wrong with you?" Mitch asked michael. "Nothing....i just..just have a really bad headache." Michael zei rubbing his head, hoping it would hide his tears. "Drink this." Mitch zei offering Michael the bottle of malt liqour he had in his hand. "No thanks Mitch...liqour is nasty to me." Michael replied. Mitch walked over and knelt down beside him. "Dude are u fucking crying?" Mitch asked. "No" Michael lied. "Then why in the hell are your eyes all red and watery?" , "Because my head hurts really bad." Michael answered. Mitch stood up. "You know your a fucking pussy, always crying over the stupdiest things." Mitch zei taking a big gulp of malt liquor. "Shut up and leave me alone Mitch." Michael zei as he strected out on the couch. "Well at least your not crying over the so called pain my "Catch" goes through." Mitch zei as he began to make his way back to his room. Once Michael knew he was asleep, michael put a hoofdkussen, kussen over his face and cried.
After about an hour, Michael had heard no sound coming from the basement. Michael really wanted to go down there and check on her but he was afraid of Mitch. "Please tell me he didnt kill her." Michael thoight to himself as he paced slowly back and forth. Finally Michael go the courage to walk into the basement. Michael slowly opened the basement door and crept his way in. He then quietly made his way downstairs. Michael could see Nicole in the far corner with the blanket over her. "Oh my god...please say she's not dead." Michael zei to himself as he slowly made his way towards her. "Nicole...it's me Michael." Michael whispered as he knelt down beside her. The blankelt began to move,Michael reached over a slowly pulled it off of her face. Nicole's face was badly brusied and she was crying. "What has he done to you?" Michael slowly rubbed her face. Nicole contiued to cry. Michael picked her up and held her close to him. "He's not going to do this anymore...scared of not..im getting u out of here." Michael zei
