St. Patrick's Day

By Andrew Gonzalez

St. Patricks Day is a story about two brothers who had a terrible history in the past and takes place in Celina, Ohio. The older brother Jimmy Marsh tries to kill his younger brother Jacob Marsh out of anger and jealousy when they were kids. At the age of ten the older brother Jimmy Marsh did his part in killing his parents. Because of doing so, Jimmy was abused by his parents and Jacob the younger brother was treated like a prince. Jimmy failed to kill his brother Jacob and was sent to a sanitarium for ten years but then he escaped and went after Jacob again. Through the years Jacob had delusions of seeing his brother, and now that Jimmy is free, he has another chance of going after Jacob and his friends. So now its up to Jacob not only to save himself but also the people he loves.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Nov 18, 2011
• ISBN: 9781450208284

Andrew Gonzalez

Ever since the age of thirteen I always wanted to write. That was one of my biggest dreams and after ten years of waiting it’s finally coming true. I have to say I did have doubts about this dream and I thought for sure it was never going to happen, but with iUniverse I was completely proved wrong. I started writing short stories when I was eighteen. That was the age I really started to get serious about writing. Then St. Patrick’s Day came along and it has to be one of the best things I’ve ever wrote. I’ve always been into horror and my favorite author would have to be Stephen King and one day I hope to be just like him. I was born May 19th 1987, and I was raised in Pontiac, MI. My name is Andrew Gonzalez and I have a wonderful mother, father, and brother. Who go by Tammy Gonzalez, Alberto Gonzalez Jr. and Alberto Anthony Gonzalez the 3rd. I love them more than anything and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for them. I love them with my whole heart and they always come first in my life. This book does not only go out to my mother father and brother but to my whole family, this is for all of you. Incuding my reader’s cause now you’re a part of my life and I consider you as my family now. Andrew Gonzalez

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ST. PATRICK’S DAY

ANDREW GONZALEZ

iUniverse, Inc.

Bloomington.

St. Patrick’s Day

Copyright © 2011 by Andrew Gonzalez.

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ISBN: 978-1-4502-0827-7 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4502-0828-4 (ebk)

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iUniverse rev. date: 03/07/2012

CONTENTS

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER ONE

THE BEGINNING

The story I’m about to tell you is a terrifying story of my life. I’ve tried so hard to overcome this tragedy that happened to me, but it’s just so hard. I’ve tried everything I could to forget, but I can’t. I did twelve steps, different shrinks, self-help—anything you could think of, I did.

Listen, Jacob. I know it’s hard, but the only way for you to get through this is to continually express, reflect on, your troubled family history. Tell me what happened. I want to understand. I’m your best friend, and I want to help you. Please share this story with me.

All right, Kyle. I want you to understand. For years, my experience with my brother has been so clear in my head. So clear that it feels like the first night I escaped from death is happening everyday of my life. I guess I would have to start with my childhood, when it all began in Celina, Ohio. You won’t believe it, though—but you have to.

I want to believe it. I’m ready to know what happened to you. But are you ready to open up to me?

Yes, Kyle, I want you to know. I want you to know all about Jimmy Marsh.

* * *

Jimmy, Jacob, c’mon—get up! It’s time to get up. We got a great big day ahead of us and there’s not a second to waste, Mom shouted as she came up the stairs.

My mother’s name was Molly. I loved her and Dad so much. She was a beautiful woman with red hair and green eyes. On the other hand, Dad, whose name was Samuel, was a big guy. Very muscular, and you didn’t want to get in his way. He was six feet tall with brown hair and brown eyes. I loved him and Mom to pieces, and they loved me.

However, the bond between my parents and Jimmy was a different story. They were the exact opposite with Jimmy, hardly giving him the time of day. They were rude to him and abusive. I grew tired of the pain my brother had to go through. I cared for him, and I didn’t want to see him take beatings like that, day in and day out. But no matter how much affection I tried to show Jimmy, he would not show the same affection back. Why? Because he was jealous of me, and I couldn’t blame him. Mom and Dad treated me like a prince, and I would have given anything for Jimmy to be shown the same pleasure as I was.

All right, Mommy—I’m up, I’m up! I rubbed the sand out of my eyes.

As a kid I was really into video games, karate, and baseball. Those three things were my passion, as you already know. My brother Jimmy, well, he was into reading books and boxing. Jimmy had nice shiny red hair, just like Mom. Same color eyes as Mom, too, and he was two years older than me. The first time he attacked me, I was eight and he was ten. I never thought he could or would attack me like that, and even to this day I still ask myself why he did what he did, and why he would do it to me.

I’m sorry, Kyle. I don’t mean to get all emotional like this. Please forgive me!

It’s okay, Jacob, you’re doing great. Take as much time as you need. I understand this is hard to get off your chest. Just keep going, bro—you’re doing great.

Okay.

Jimmy, get up right this second! And wish your brother a happy birthday, you ugly little shit, you!

From time to time I wished I could have taken my brother’s place, but more than anything I wished we were equal in my parents eyes.

Happy birthday, Jacob! Bam! Ow! What—what the hell was that for, Mommy? my brother cried after getting smacked on his face by Mom. I said ‘happy birthday’ to Jacob, just like you wanted!

It’s your brother’s eighth birthday. At least show some respect!

No, no—it’s okay, Mommy, just as long as he said it. That’s all that matters, right? I said to Mom in a high-pitched voice, and grabbing her hand before she swung to hit Jimmy again.

Oh, all right, sweetie, I’ll cut him some slack. You should be grateful, Jimmy. Your brother probably just saved your life right there.

I never wanted to see my brother Jimmy get hit, and through the years we spent together, his rage just kept on getting worse.

Sometimes, Jacob, the things we want in life we don’t get, and what we don’t want we end up getting. You didn’t make your parents do this to Jimmy, and you couldn’t stop it ’cause you were so young and you were afraid. I don’t blame you. Jimmy was scared, too, I’m sure. He didn’t make your parents do what they were doing, but he couldn’t make them stop all by himself. You wanted to help him but you couldn’t. All you could do was be there for him and let him know that you loved him, even though he didn’t have the desire to love you.

I wish we could have been a perfect, typical American happy family.

Yes, but I believe everybody has that dream, Jacob. What happened next?

Mom left the room, and I asked Jimmy, Why do you let Mommy and Daddy treat you like that?

He said, "Jacob, what am I supposed to do? Do you really think I asked for this? I would give anything if Mommy