I was in shocked when he exited the PTV. That’s Personal Transport Vehicle (I am using spell-check now, thanks too daddy telling me about it.)
Stephan’s right eye was swollen shut, and he had his left arm in sling.
He winced and yelped when I rushed over a hugged him.
I said sorry in his mind.
He had a sprained wrist.
Ohhh Poor brave Stephan. :’(
He got into a fight with some human bullies, they called him fur lovers and freak *bleep*ers. (Daddy installed a swear word filter.)
He was hurt, but he also hurt them as well.
Poor Stephan was suspended from school, until he was feeling better.
I stuck with him all night, never leaving his side.
Talking to him with my mind, making him feel better.
Although I cry when he wince in pain when he laughs at my jokes, because his mouth smiles and upset his sore eye.
We ate dinner side by side. Summerbreeze asked if he beat up the bullies and made them cry.
Stephan said yes.
My other brother said good, because those same bullies pick on him, call him names and pull his tail.
New Daddy said that we should not fight. Because fighting only lowers us down to the bullies level.
I asked if we should stand by and watch others get beaten up.
Daddy thought for a moment, then shook his head.
He said that we should always help those being bullied.
I started to cry.
Daddy and momma asked me what was wrong.
I said, with my mind, that I was bad… I didn’t help mommy and daddy when those bullies killed them and made me an orphan.
I was suddenly smothered with fur and arms and kisses.
I was told that I was not bad, that I was a victim.
That I couldn’t do anything to help.
I would be dead too If I was caught.
I was still upset, but I felt a lot of love.
We had a yummy dinner and desert. We played some games, but Stephan was tired because of the needle shots the New Momma gave him after dinner to help with the pain.
So momma and daddy helped him to bed.
I followed.
I was told to go to my own room, but I shook my head.
I clutched onto his good arm and snuggled close to him.
