My Brother's Keeper part 2

   "Damnit, let me in!!" Luke shouted, as he pounded on the door, afraid something had gone wrong with the delivery.  Amber and the midwife looked at each other in horror, as Luke continued to rant and rave from the other side of the door.

   "Please, take my babies, he will kill them," Amber pleaded to the midwife, as she pointed towards the window, her words barely audible through her sobs.  The midwife understood, as she began to climb through the window to the damp, cold country air outside.  The rain had since stopped, but the moisture was still in the air, and she could feel it in her arthritic joints, mostly in her back and legs.  She wasn't as young as she used to be, but she loved kids, and had been a midwife for nearly 20 years, after fate had dealt her the unfortunate curse of being unable to bear her own children.  Many nights had she dreamed of the one day she might adopt a child after meeting the man of her dreams.  That day had never come, and she feared it had already been too long.  There was no way she would be able to keep up with one growing boy, let alone twin boys.  Luckily, she knew a family, just a few towns away, who would be perfect to raise them.  The woman too had been cursed with sterility, after cancer was discovered in her uterus and she was forced to undergo a hysterectomy.

    "Here, take him," Amber whispered, as she handed the first baby out to the midwife, who then pulled him into her jacket, sheltering him from the elements.  Amber turned around to grab the second baby, when she heard the sound of wood cracking.  She made her way to the endtable, beside the bed, where she knew Luke had always kept his trusty .38 caliber handgun, and this time didn't disappoint her, as she made sure it was loaded, and the safety was off.  She then grabbed the second baby and proceeded to walk towards the window, where the midwife was waiting for her.

    "Where you goin with my boy?!"  Luke roared, as he smashed through the door.  The wood splintered against the force of his hammerlike fist, and caught Amber by surprise, causing her to stumble and drop the baby, his blanket falling away to reveal her crimes against him.  The baby was knocked unconscious by the fall, and could do nothing but lay motionless on the floor.  The gun slid underneath the bed, much to the chagrin of Amber, who then started punching and kicking Luke in a panicked frenzy, with little affect, as he slapped her across the room.  She slammed down on the floor with a loud thud, as Luke then focused his attention on the baby, lying motionless on the floor. 

    "You nigger fuckin little bitch, what the fuck is this shit," Luke asked rhetorically, as he dragged her across the floor by her hair, until she was face to face with the baby, who was still lying there, motionless on the floor.  Luke continued to yell obscenities at her, as he punched her in the face, the skin above her right eye split, and blood started pouring out onto the floor, which she had now laid her head on, trying to find the strength to fight back.  She knew if she wanted it to end soon, she would have to end it, since he was more likely to make them suffer.   She lifted her body off the floor, attempting to reposition herself, when all of a sudden, she felt his boot slam against her abdomen, and again she collapsed in pain.  Luke picked her up by her hair once more, and continued to hurl insults at her while punching her head, before tossing her back to the floor.  Amber watched and waited as Luke made his way to the closet, and she took advantage of this, reaching under the bed, and grabbing the gun from under the bed.

   "It's okay, I'm gonna make ya'll clean again, starting with him," Luke joked, as he started to walk back across the room, to where the baby had finally regained consciousness.  He made a motion with the knife against his skin, indicating that he was planning to skin them alive, and he was going to make her watch him skin her baby first.  Outraged, she turned and fired the gun in his direction, catching him right behind his left earlobe, the bullet exploding through the opposite side of his skull.  His lifeless body then fell on top of her, pinning her to the floor, as the knife buried itself deep within her chest.  She attempted to shout for the midwife, who had started running when she heard the gunshot, worried only about the safety of the baby she had in her arms.  Amber finally laid her head down in defeat, as she slowly bled out on the bedroom floor.