Chapter 4, Lonley

I run out of the room, not knowing how to react to anything. Granny has never been this mad before. Maybe I should show Pops? Granny might not want him to see. Is there some kind of secret they are all hiding from me? Is he not my biological dad? Has he been spending his life in jail? Does it really anger everybody to think that my own dad doesn't even know that his 1st son, Ben, is dead.
I don't know what to do, so I go to sit on Ben's bed. My pain of missing him throbs in my heart. I re-picture how I saw him. 
He was laying on the ground when I got there. It was obvious where he got hit, it was a large Jeep, and Ben, he wasn't very tall. The Jeep smashed in his shoulder, then shoving his helpless body to bleed out on the ground. That wasn't the worst part. He hit his head on the ground, cracking his skull. Leaving him to bleed to death. I showed up about 10 minutes later, I saw the yellow blanket the cops layed over his body. Dead already. I ran to him. All I could think was how we had fought over the bathroom this morning, and the last thing I told him was that I hated him.
Then this is when my world comes back to focus and I see mom, she took the balled up letter that I threw on the ground when I started to lay on Ben's bed, and she was reading it. She was pale and looked as if she was about to puke. I remember that skin tone. The very same of Ben's. Expecially when he died.