Something meant to be a special treat for adults, alcohol is a delicacy. Often times, this drink gets abused, causing erratic behavior in the people consuming it. The ending results are something far worse than you would ever allow for your sober self to do.
Easter was upon us and I had family over. There was my wife and I with our two kids, Kate and Lars. My brother and sister both tagged along for the weekend with their significant other and their kids. We had plans for a barbeque tonight and the egg hunt in the morning after we went to church.
Nightfall was upon us and the kids were all on their way to bed. We had already done our cooking on the grill, having burgers and hotdogs until we felt our stomachs would explode. We adults were gathered around in the living room. We talked amongst each other, catching up on how our lives were going and the many good things, and bad things, going our ways.
I didn't know it, but my brother had decided to bring alcohol along. Of course, he couldn't bring it out until the kids were asleep. We didn't want them getting ahold of it, nor did we want them to witness their parents intoxicated. I didn't blame them, I've seen my brother and sister drunk, it doesn't look pretty.
My brother and I chugged down a few beers while our sister only sipped on hers. My wife didn't want any, she says the taste of alcohol makes her want to throw up. She's been saying that since our wedding night. She drank some wine, but threw up not too long after. We found out later it was because she was pregnant.
Not too long later, we all were getting too tired to remain functioning, so we decided to get some rest. We had a big day ahead of us tomorrow after all.
I had found myself passed out on the couch after telling my wife I'd meet her up stairs.
That night I dreamt that my brother had met me down stairs, trying to negotiate with me about something. I was unsure of what we were even talking about as our words faded into basic sounds through the airwaves of my dream.
Whatever we were talking about, I found myself very agitated. I was unsure why. I found myself standing up from the couch and punching my brother in the face. He tried swinging back at me but I blocked it and only punched harder, twisting his arm in the process. This was no play fighting, it seemed like I really wanted to hurt him.
That was the last thing I remember from my dream before I heard the ear-piercing ringing of my alarm clock.
I opened my eyes to find myself laying in bed. I guess I must have woken up in the middle of the night and crawled into bed with my wife. That or my brother had carried me up here. He was the only person in the house that was capable of doing so.
My wife and I got dressed and headed downstairs. My sister and my brother's wife looked worried as her kids ran around the house, laughing in their church clothes. They looked like they were having fun.
"Have you seen Dave?" my brother's wife asked. Dave was my brother's name, I'm only now realizing I forgot to mention.
I shook my head. I wanted to say I hadn't seen him since my dream last night, but I didn't want to get into detail of what all had happened in the dream.
We only went under the assumption that he must have headed out to buy something before the rest of us woke up. Though it seemed like he had been gone for a while.
Soon enough, we had gotten everything set up and were ready for the Easter egg hunt to begin. We stood outside with the kids and counted down. When we hit zero, the kids took off, screaming for joy as they headed in different directions to find their eggs.
As the kids were busy hunting, I found myself rubbing my knuckles. Why did they feel so sore?
A scream could be heard from the other side of the house. Everyone dropped what they were doing and took off toward the child that had screamed to make sure they were okay. As we turned the corner, we stared in horror at the dead body of my brother. His face was bloody with fist indents.
Easter was upon us and I had family over. There was my wife and I with our two kids, Kate and Lars. My brother and sister both tagged along for the weekend with their significant other and their kids. We had plans for a barbeque tonight and the egg hunt in the morning after we went to church.
Nightfall was upon us and the kids were all on their way to bed. We had already done our cooking on the grill, having burgers and hotdogs until we felt our stomachs would explode. We adults were gathered around in the living room. We talked amongst each other, catching up on how our lives were going and the many good things, and bad things, going our ways.
I didn't know it, but my brother had decided to bring alcohol along. Of course, he couldn't bring it out until the kids were asleep. We didn't want them getting ahold of it, nor did we want them to witness their parents intoxicated. I didn't blame them, I've seen my brother and sister drunk, it doesn't look pretty.
My brother and I chugged down a few beers while our sister only sipped on hers. My wife didn't want any, she says the taste of alcohol makes her want to throw up. She's been saying that since our wedding night. She drank some wine, but threw up not too long after. We found out later it was because she was pregnant.
Not too long later, we all were getting too tired to remain functioning, so we decided to get some rest. We had a big day ahead of us tomorrow after all.
I had found myself passed out on the couch after telling my wife I'd meet her up stairs.
That night I dreamt that my brother had met me down stairs, trying to negotiate with me about something. I was unsure of what we were even talking about as our words faded into basic sounds through the airwaves of my dream.
Whatever we were talking about, I found myself very agitated. I was unsure why. I found myself standing up from the couch and punching my brother in the face. He tried swinging back at me but I blocked it and only punched harder, twisting his arm in the process. This was no play fighting, it seemed like I really wanted to hurt him.
That was the last thing I remember from my dream before I heard the ear-piercing ringing of my alarm clock.
I opened my eyes to find myself laying in bed. I guess I must have woken up in the middle of the night and crawled into bed with my wife. That or my brother had carried me up here. He was the only person in the house that was capable of doing so.
My wife and I got dressed and headed downstairs. My sister and my brother's wife looked worried as her kids ran around the house, laughing in their church clothes. They looked like they were having fun.
"Have you seen Dave?" my brother's wife asked. Dave was my brother's name, I'm only now realizing I forgot to mention.
I shook my head. I wanted to say I hadn't seen him since my dream last night, but I didn't want to get into detail of what all had happened in the dream.
We only went under the assumption that he must have headed out to buy something before the rest of us woke up. Though it seemed like he had been gone for a while.
Soon enough, we had gotten everything set up and were ready for the Easter egg hunt to begin. We stood outside with the kids and counted down. When we hit zero, the kids took off, screaming for joy as they headed in different directions to find their eggs.
As the kids were busy hunting, I found myself rubbing my knuckles. Why did they feel so sore?
A scream could be heard from the other side of the house. Everyone dropped what they were doing and took off toward the child that had screamed to make sure they were okay. As we turned the corner, we stared in horror at the dead body of my brother. His face was bloody with fist indents.
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