Bruce bursts through the front door. Everyone stares. No one moves. He runs into her bedroom and falls to the floor. Sobbing on his hands and knees. She sleeps. Forever never to wake or smile or rub his scruffy head.
Her body lies still. Cold. He kneels at her bedside, holding her cold hand. Weeping. He wants go know where she went. Where did his mother go.
Minutes later his brother enters the bedroom and says Hey Faggot. Bruce stands up slowly, inhales and exhales. And turns around. His brother says faggot again. Bruce runs and lunges. Grabs his brother by the neck and they fall and fumble across the floor. Family comes running. Screaming and yelling. Pulling apart but Bruce and his brother are tied tight in a fury of fists and slurs.
Bruce on top, straddling his brother. He pounds his fist into his brothers face again and again. He feels his fist break bone and then his father ripping him apart and off of this brother. Bloody fists.
Someone calls 911 as the care taker shows up.