Archie sat on the edge of his bed, his hands trembling as he stared at the floor. His brother's bleeding eye haunted him, a constant reminder of his own anger and recklessness. He could still hear the sound of his fist connecting with his brother's face and the shock and pain in his brother's eyes. How could he have let himself lose control like that?
"Archie, are you okay?" His mother's voice called from the hallway, concern evident in her tone.
He wiped at his eyes, trying to compose himself before she entered the room. "I'm fine, Mom," he managed to choke out, his voice strained.
His mother stepped into the room, her eyes filled with worry. "You don't look fine, Archie. What's wrong?"
"I hurt him, Mom," Archie whispered, his voice breaking. "I hurt him so badly, and now his eye... i
