“Ashley…just go…please…I can’t even look at you right now…why don’t you go run to Aiden…leave me alone to grieve for my brother.” I said turning my head to the other side of the room and closing my eyes.

I couldn’t hear a sound but I knew she was still standing there. I willed myself to not look back at her telling myself that it was better this way. I couldn’t deal with this not when my brother was laying somewhere cold and alone.

I heard a sob break through the thick silence and I bit my lip knowing that Ashley was beginning to break. Another sob came out and I heard a loud pound on the door before silence came. I turned my head and saw that I was alone once more.

I tried to sit up in my bed but was met with a sharp pain in my back. I felt helpless and all I wanted to do was find Clay. I had to get to Clay and tell him that I loved him. He has to know that I love him.

The door opens again and my heart begins to pound thinking that Ashley had come back. My heart slowed as I saw Glen walk in a distant and hollow look on his face. He walked over to my bed and looked at me. The emotion I saw behind his eyes resembled that which I was feeling inside my own body.

“Glen…” I said lightly touching his arm.

My touch seemed to open the floodgates of his emotions and he fell to his knees next to my bed letting out a loud yell. I tried to reach for him but I couldn’t move. Sob after sob racked through his body and I could feel my own tears falling down my face as I watched my strong brother be reduced to tears.

“Oh god Spencer…Oh god…” He said pounding his fists into the side of my bed. He pounded harder and harder and I began to worry that he would hurt himself.

“Glen…stop…Glen…GLEN!” I yelled once more and his movements ceased. I saw one bloodied hand reach for my own and I took it gingerly careful not to touch the fresh wounds.

“They are going to pay…” I heard him mutter under his breath.

“Who Glen?” I asked softly knowing how fragile he was at this moment.

“Those bastards that did this to our family…they are all going to pay…” He said clenching his fists.

“Glen please don’t say that.” I pleaded with him.

“Why not Spencer? Our brother is dead! Clay is dead! Why should scum like that get to walk the streets when our brother who did nothing wrong is gone! They are going to pay…”

“Glen…look at me…” He refused to look at my face. “Glen…look at me!” I demanded again. He reluctantly looked at me and I began to cry. “Clay is gone…I…I can’t lose you too.”

The realization of what I had just said passed through his eyes and he lowered his body pulling me into a hug.

“Oh god Spencer…I’m sorry…I’m sorry…” He said over and over.

“Shh…its ok Glen…we need to be strong…we need to be strong…” I said clinging to his shattered body. Yes, we needed to be strong. I needed to be strong for Clay.