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… and whomever else Tino told because Scotty had never brought up the incident again. But he would have thought that one of the others would have mentioned it to her.
    The three of them had helped him clean up the aftermath—and not just the broken pieces of furniture but the blood that had splattered against everything.
    Scotty hadn’t succeeded in killing his brother—but not for a lack of trying. He had then dragged the nearly unconscious young man out the front door and admonished him to never return. He should have picked up a hammer or a knife or a gun long before then and killed the bastard. It would have ended so much of the ensuing heartache.
    He remembered back when they had first discovered that Beady had been sexually abused. He had wanted to go after the bastard that had done it but Tino had convinced him not to worry about it, had told him that she was better off living with her grandmother. Now he knew why. He hadn’t seen Beady again for several months and by then he knew that at least that part was true. 
    But in Vanessa’s case it had been different. He had seen the look on her face after their brother had touched her. Scotty tried not to remember her terrified expression when he saw her running from his apartment.
    By then he knew that he loved her … but she wouldn’t even allow him to comfort her. She ran from him too. When he’d gone into the apartment he saw Phonso’s angry tear streaked face and he told Scotty what Tino had done, how he’d kissed his own sister, how he had put his hands on her. And all the while Tino just sat there looking smug and Scotty had picked up the hammer …
    “Did you see him?” Beady asked anxiously.
    His attention snapped back to her. “No,” Scotty replied simply.
    Beady sighed. “I guess he had his reasons. But … I thought he cared more. I hated him for a while for disappearing on us like that.”
    “He was an asshole-“
    Beady shook her head. “Not really. He just didn’t know any other way to be.” She was quiet for a while and Scotty was uncomfortable enough that he had nothing to say either.
    She drew in a deep breath as if coming to a difficult decision. “Back when that shit went down with the … molestation …” she glanced at her grandmother checking that she was still asleep in her armchair.
    Scotty cocked his head and listened with a silent nod. They had never discussed what had happened when she was thirteen. Child protective services had removed her and sent her to live with her grandmother permanently when they had discovered that she had been sexually abused.
    Scotty had wanted to kill the muther fucker that had touched his sister—little did he know that it was his own brother.
    “He came to see me,” Beady continued.
    Scotty shook his head and then ran his hands through his long blond hair. It fell right back into his face, his jaw clenched angrily.
    “Beady I wish you would have told me-“
    “No. I couldn’t. I couldn’t tell him either. He begged me to tell him. He even cried and he punched the door. But he didn’t get mad at me, he just kept telling me that he was sorry and asking for a name.”
    The blood seemed to flow from Scotty’s face.
    “What-?” he whispered.
    Beatrice sighed. “I shouldn’t have brought it up. It’s just that Tino seemed like he cared and then he just disappeared right after-“
    Scotty shuddered. He moved to the edge of the couch and rose to his feet. Beady looked at him curiously.
    “Tino didn’t touch you?” He asked just above a whisper.
    She gave him a surprised look. “Tino? No! Are you crazy?” She shook her head at him. “Did you think--?”
    He walked toward her and knelt until he was inches from her face. Her eyes grew wide at the anger she felt wafting from him.
    “Who?”
    She didn’t speak.
    “I damn near killed Tino because … I thought it was him. Beatrice, who raped you?”
    Her eyes grew so wide that she looked like a cartoon character. Her mouth parted and