[ WP ] You just bumped into the man who killed your wife and child .

It's the funny how life does things for you. As soon as I saw his face, I instantly recognized him. The look on his face was the exact same that night he killed my wife and only child. It was the look of despair. 
 
 You might be wondering why I did n't give the cops an accurate description so that this bastard would have been caught. It's a simple answer. It's because I've known this man all my life. Of course I would know who he is because he's my older brother. When he stormed into my house that night, I was sleeping on the couch. I was jolted awake by the sudden loud noise. Luckily I left the lights on so I saw his face. He paled when he saw mine. `` Dear god, I prayed it was n't going to be your house.'' I did n't understand what he meant. At least not at the moment. 
 
 Me and my older brother Thomas had never been close. He left home with mom right after high school and I have n't seen him or my mother since. It came to a bit of a shock when he appeared in my house that night with a shotgun in his hands. `` What the hells wrong with you?'' I yelled at him. Not because he had just broken down my door, but because of all the time that had passed. Not one phone call or birthday card. He did n't even show up to my wedding which was a few years back. 
 
 His eyes turned red as if he was about to tear up. He shook his head and pushed me out the way. `` I'm sorry, Tim, but I have to do this.'' He stormed into seven year old daughters room and shot her dead in her bed. Not one time, not two times, but at least six times. I stood horrified as I watched my daughter die. My wife stormed out of our room and screamed. I did n't hesitate as Thomas turned the gun on her. I grabbed Thomas gun making him miss the shot at my wife. `` You crazy motherfucker!'' I cried out as a punched him square in his mouth. He stumbled back, but not very far. I was not the athletic child. 
 
 `` Get out of the way!'' He yelled back at me, brandishing a long knife from the inside of his coat jacket. He pushed me aside and turned back towards my wife. Maybe it was just the height of the moment or maybe I did n't want to see, but the woman who Thomas had charged was n't my wife. This thing was something else entirely. It was not human. Not even close. I wo n't go into details because truthfully this a memory I'd much rather forget. 
 
 As I said I ran into my brother again. His eyes were horrified to see me. He tried to break loose of my tight grip and probably run. He probably thought I was angry. I was n't angry to see him, but I was n't really happy either. I smiled as pulled him into a hug. He was never big on physical contact, but at that moment I did n't care. I do n't know why I did it, but I just gave him my phone number and told him my new address before leaving. I did n't look back. No. I could n't look back. He was my brother and I loved him. He needed me a lot more than I realized, because any man who has the courage to leave his own family fight the monsters and demons who lurk their way into other people lives needs to have someone there to help.
