Jacob and I were celebrating Jacob's birthday celebration and Jacob was turning fifteen. I helped him make a wish for him and blew out the candles for him. Mrs. Hutchinson, David, and Mrs. Joanna were all invited. I cut the chocolate cake for Jacob, since it was his favorite.

I cleared my throat walking my way into the kitchen, and grabbed a few plates, and Mrs. Joanna and Mrs. Hutchinson offered to help. I thanked Mrs. Joanna and Mrs. Hutchinson, and they softly smiled at me. They could tell I was still processing about Jacob's upcoming trial and they felt sorry for me.

I sat outside alone having to think about the situation with what happened to Izza. I sighed, taking a bite of my cake, and I was beginning to feel severely depressed. I was still prescribed medication for it, and I have been on antidepressants since law school. I took a deep breath and sighed, and Mrs. Joanna came outside onto the porch and sat down onto one of the porch furnishings.

"How are you holding up?" Mrs. Joanna nicely asked.

I cleared my throat, playing with my cake. "I am okay." I took another bite of my cake; and as I was chewing, Mrs. Joanna understood, shaking her head.

"How's Jacob handling all this?" I swallowed, and told Mrs. Joanna that Jacob is solid as a rock. "Just so you know; you do still have people who care about you and him."

"Yeah, I know." I said, softly smiling at Mrs. Joann.

"Can I ask you something?" Mrs. Joanna asked.

"Sure."

"Do you believe in God? I mean, I don't know what you believe in, but I thought maybe praying could always help."

I just continued playing with my food, and I didn't say another word after Mrs. Joanna had mentioned to me about praying to God.

"So, do you believe?"

"I don't know."

Mrs. Joanna understood, sighing. "Well for me, whenever I am going through something, I pray. I promise you, God does listen to us." I just looks at Mrs. Joanna, and she smiled. I stood up from the furnishing chair, and I went back inside the house.

I didn't know why Mrs. Joanna mentioned to me about what I believed in. I don't know if I have a relationship with God. I mean, growing up I went to a catholic school, and all those years being raised as Catholic, I felt like God was someone who punished me for no reason.

Isn't he someone who punishes people? I used to pray growing up, asking God for his love and mercy. Unfortunately he took away my parents, and I just don't know if I could trust God ever again.

Just two weeks after Halloween, it was getting close to thanksgiving. Jacob was at school, and I was working. I sighed, typing on my computer and I was looking at some of my clients reports and paperwork. I was still getting stares from people, and Jacob was still being bullied. But he has David who is there to protect him, and so was Mrs. Joanna.

Mrs Hutchinson was explaining to me that Jacob is in his bedroom wanting to be alone, because he was tripped over in the school hallway and Mrs. Joanna saw what happened and she was being supportive of my brother.

"Jacob wants you," Mrs. Hutchinson said, and I sighed walking up the stairs into Jacobs bedroom.

He was crying and all upset, and I sat on his bed to comfort him. Mrs. Hutchinson sighed, and walked into Jacobs bedroom as well, and the bullying has been going on for a while.

Things were just getting worse over time. Jacob leaned up from the bed and I tried not to touch him too much, since again he's very sensitive. Mrs. Hutchinson felt bad for us, and I asked Jacob if he needs anything. Jacob murmured at me, and he was still crying. Enough was enough, I am gonna find out who's actually bullying Jacob.

Once I had found the address of the bully's house, I was so furious all over again and I drove to the exact address and I immediately parked my car, got out and marched my way up the door. I knocked twice and rang the doorbell once again.

Until this woman and her kid saw me that I was at their front door, and I sighed, turned and the kids mother asked me if she could help me with something. I marched the steps, in a serious way and I started getting mad at the kid, telling him that he needs to get his act together and that he needs to leave my brother alone.

"Okay, who are you? Why are you yelling at my son?"

I chuckled laughing, "He hasn't told you? He's constantly telling my brother that he's a faggot, a moron and a freaking murderer, and I have to see my brother come home crying every single day because of you!" I said, angrily.

"Okay, you need to leave, and get off my property right now." The mother furiously said.

I chuckled, laughing once again, "You need to tell your son to straighten his act together, and grow up. I mean how old are you? My brother is autistic and you making him feel worthless is gonna get you some karma." I said, still angry.

"Get off my property or I'm calling the police for harassing my son!"

"Good! Call the police, I mean, really go for it, but I'll tell you this, if you ever go near my brother again, I swear I will end you!" I said once again, in an angry tone of voice.

"Excuse me? How dare you!"

"How dare me?" I chuckled, "How dare you not raise your own kid the right way, doesn't he have any consequences for his actions?" I asked.

I was so angry that I couldn't catch my breath. I felt like I was going to be sick again.

"Get off my property right now!" The woman said, angrily as well.

I chuckled, "Whatever, next time he messes with Jacob, I'm suing you!" I said, before I started heading back to my car.

"And the next time you come onto this property again, I'm suing YOU!" The woman said. I angrily got inside my car, after opening the door. I put on my seatbelt, turned on the engine and the woman and her kid saw me leave.

Once I had stopped at this stop sign, I was still catching my breath as I was still feeling a rage of anger after constantly yelling at the bully. I felt my blood pressure was spiking, and my heart was racing. I was trying to take deep breaths and I just closed my eyes. I swallowed, putting my hand over my chest, and I was trying to calm myself down. I opened my eyes once again, and I started to leave the neighborhood.