The Danger! (big write)

Danger alley!!
       Thats what Kevin called it. First lets interduce my best friend Kevin. He has no life , he is a loner. Sadly the only person who hangs out with him is me. Kevin has some problems. He suffers from a mental deisese called Achroma. He is in the 9th grade when he should already be graduated. "Its not his fault!!" i constintly have to tell everyone" he was born this way!!" Like anyone will listen its middle school. Anyways hi i am calley. I live with my rat job of a sister Colina and BEST BROTHER EVER!!! He helps me with home work, defends me against jelous bulleys and never, ever, picks on me. Of course un-less i deserve it. Anyways alley of death!! Kevin and i live in New York City so i think you understand what im talking about. If not i will spell it out for you CRIME, GANGS, DANGEROUS PEOPLE. In our area they all hang out at the same spot. Sadly my brother Kenny has fallen into the lions trapp and is slowly being devoured. He is a nice guy unless he has been drinking.........! He is only 16 years old but he drinks comes home drunk at times. It is scary like so freaky that you cant imagine the feeling unless you have been through what i have been through. My best brother is dieing. The alchol has gotten into his liver, devoured his organs one by one. No one else in the house knows. Mom would cry for ever if she knew he drank. You see my father drank, my cousin drank, and so did my uncle. They all ended up in the same place.
      I visit the grave every day with Kenny. We always cry. I can barely stand the Thought. So i guess you can tell why we can not tell my mother, she would think its all her fault. The way she raised us, friends she let us hang with something like that. Its sad that shes wrong. It depression.............. the scary depths of depression. Depression is the pit of all things terrible and my brother has fell in and now is stuck with the lion. I have never touched the stuff, i avoid danger alley, i try my best to stay happy and optimistic. But i admit it is hard. The sight of my brother the torture from my sister and the over protection of my mom. These are the dangers in life. Kevin is a happy soul. People pick on him cause of his deseise he defends him self. Not with the fists of anger but with the words of the happieness deep down in the heart. We are stuck now with my brother , he is drunk...... me and Kevin are scared. Kevin came over so we could hang. I Know it is kinda weird inviting a guy over when you are a girl but gender dosent matter when kindness conrolls you.
      Anyways Kenny is drunk out of his mind. Colina is at a friends house, Mom is out on errands, we are stuck with a representitive of the danger alley. He came first after me. Swinging his baseball bat around hitting vases, dishes, the table. I guess he didn't Know we are under the table that he is colapsing. Then he hit the picture of mom and dad............. i burst with anger!! I climbed from  under the table, jumped on his back and started hitting his head with the minuture statue of a angel. Blood was dripping from his neck. I stop right there and back away slowly. He was ok thank gosh but he was injured. At least i seemed to knock the drunkness right out of him. He has climbed from the bottom of the deepest pit but not yet has crawled out. Kevin stared at my brother moaning, and groaning in pain. He panicked and started running to the phone. Was he gonna call the cops?  He couldnt....... i bolted after him sprinting at top speed. Dodging all the things on the ground that are now broken or shattered. I lunged forward grabbing the phone out of his hand. He cried. I felt bad seriously i did. It was like i had broken the heart of a little boy and shattered it into small tiny peices. But it had to be done.
     "Its ok calm down, Kenny is fine he wont hurt us and i promise i wont hurt you either." I whispered it in a soothing voice hoping it would calm him down. He stared at me then ran and gave me a hug. He was much older than me but it felt as if hugging a injured little boy. Next, time to see how Kenny is doing. I quitly walked into the living room Making sure not to startle him.  He was lieing down on the couch with his eyes shut sleeping i guess, i hope. When a loud knock at the door made me feel as if i was dead. It had to be mom. The house was a mess. Kenny was unconciece and Kevin was trembling like a freezing chiuaua ( i know i spelt that wrong sorry) When again the loud knocking ringed in my ears. I slowly crept my way to the door when i saw through the window it was not mom it was some very tough looking guys with smokes in there mouths. I tried to get everyone to hide when BAM!!! They had beaten down my door. Stomped over and picked up Kenny as if he were a duffel bag. One pushed me over the other 2 were carring my brother. When i ran after them the third guy started punching my stomach. Over and over the pain traveling through my body. When he finnaly stopped i was on the ground, Kevin was in the corner rocking back and forth and i realised that this meant WAR!
      Where the heck are they taking him? Do i really want to follow them? And do i need a ambulance or first aid kit? Dang!! I know exactly where they are going and i DEFINTLY dont want to go there. But i love my brother, drunk or not, so i have to go to danger alley. As me and Kevin silently crept down the pitch black alleyway sounds were swarming all around us. Sounds of laughter, yelling, and crashes.Up ahead a dark shadow was walking quickly towards us. I cant scream!! I Was whispering it to myself when i should of been telling Kevin that. As soon as he saw him he let out an unearthly scream! WE ARE DOOMED!!!!
       And of course just as suspected the person came running to us arms out. He had something in his hand, it looked like a knife. When the guy got closer i noticed his face was  beaten extremly. Black eyes, fat lip, bruises all over. His clothes were torn and shredded. Now that he is getting closer i picked up a metal rod out of a junk pile on the side of the alley. I raised it up ready to send this person to place where all began. When he came closer i saw it was not a knife in his hand it was a mere stick and it was not a beaten up drunk teenager. It was MY beaten up drunk brother. It was Kenny. He was alive!!!! For almighty god of the heavens must of sought the good in Kenny found it and helped the entire family.
      He ran over to me scared. Tears dripping from his eyes. I put his hand around my neck while Kevin got his other hand as we slowly limped home. But of course mom was home and we had to tell her everything. That Kenny drinks, why the house was a gigantic mess, why Kenny was beaten so badly, and of course why cops were outside. Oh and cant forget why i had a boy over who was crying in a corner from all the caos.
     But now i am telling this story 3 months later. I am ungrounded and the family is healed. Kenny got help and now cant even stand the smell of alchol. Kevin is getting way better with his Achroma. And i am not as depressed as before. Me and kenny still visit are father, uncle, and cousins grave every day. We still cry, But we realize how stupid they were. And that they being dead......... well its there own fault. I am happy now. My brother is happy. My mom is still parinoid, but happy. and Colina is still a huge pain. We didnt give up!!! And i am proud.