Manchester 23:40 (11:40pm) - by MyNameIsNotNatasha

I'm reposting this today as it was one of K-Radio13 Member's Short Descriptive Stories MyNameIsNotNatasha. Sadly she hasn't really kept with her blogging and Marshmallow Stories has gone unlooked. So I hope you enjoy this short, Please leave your support in the comments if you would like her to come back to blogging, Enjoy.

He ran his fingers through his shaggy brown locks and stared into the emptiness of the small bedroom with his swollen blue eyes. His roommate was out with his girlfriend and was only going to be back after midnight. Rob Davis sat at the edge of his bed shirtless, his jersey laid out carelessly on the carpet floor. He opened the drawer of his bedside table and carefully removed a gun. It was shiny black and terrifyingly cold. He placed it beside him and flipped out his phone from his pocket, dialing his younger brother's number back in Connecticut.
He listened to the echo of the distant ringing and there was a soft "Hello?"
"Oliver?"
"Yeah? Is that you Rob? Dude, I haven't talked to you in ages, how are you?"
"Haha, I'm good (I'm far from good), I've been really busy here, how bout' you?"
"I've been alright, it's just that, well, things have been pretty shit without you, you know, like with mom and dad..."
"I know..." Rob trailed off for a minute. Their parents usually had really bad arguments, it got so bad that Rob had to take Oliver out of the house and pretend that everything was okay even though they both knew how horrible the situation actually was. But now that Rob is studying abroad, Oliver isn't able to escape from the screaming and fighting.
"But you have to stay strong for me okay?"
"Yeah, well, whatever. Hey, you're going to be back home next month right?" His voice was suddenly filled with excitement.
'Home' Rob thought, a lump started to form in his throat and a minute soon passed.
"Rob? You there?"
"Ah, yeah, of course I am" He tried to add a bit of cheer in his voice but it was barely there.
"Promise? Cos' last time you were supposed to be back you cancelled at the last minute, jerk"
"Yeah, of course I promise I'll come (I'm sorry)" He will never see Oliver again, never watch him grow up and have a life of his own. 'No, I can't think about that' Rob thought.
"Kay great! It'll be like old times right?"
"Yeah" Rob changed the subject. "So how's school?"
"School's pretty alright, I just got through exams and I passed in all my subjects so far"
I'm proud of you "Good to know you're not flunking"
"Haha yeah, well, hey I gotta go to sleep, mom's going to kill me if she knows I'm still up" Mom was always like that, worrying that if we don't get enough sleep we'll end up with some make belief illness. But that's what made her so lovable. 'Annoying, but lovable' Rob thought.
A sudden clap of thunder made Rob realize it was raining, it pounded onto his window like bullets, as if on cue for his final act.
"Right..." He felt another lump forming in his throat. "I love you a lot Oli" And before he could get a reply he hung up the phone and picked up the gun. There's only one way to do it. Quickly. He raised the gun to his temple and squeezed the trigger.

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http://natashajunabdullah.blogspot.com/2012/04/manchester-2340pm.html