Only Me ~ Part 6
I make the decision that I will meet him in the park after school on the first day back - just as arranged - but that must be the last time.
It's quite simple to decide to sever contact with a brother whom you've never known or loved. A brother who might be just a boy in the park.
The gun fits snugly in my bottom drawer. Between the two jumpers Gran gave me once and I wore once. "Dinner," Mum calls. "Coming," I answer.
First day back. The maths teacher asks me a simple question in class but I can't think straight. Everyone sniggers behind ink-stained hands.
By the final bell, my hands are moist and I've been to the toilet more times than I can remember. I realise that I'm deeply worried for him.
I run home from school. Get honked at twice. Fly upstairs. Something is wrong. A picture is at a different angle. I race over to the drawer.
It is missing. I'm not sure whether to be terrified or relieved. Relieved that I mightn't have to hold it again. 15:47. We are meeting at 4.
The final part coming Sunday 27th July