Brad trembled as his giant of a brother carried him through the house. This was it, he was going to meet his end by bug spray. And where was Mark? He should have come back to save him by now! So he was confused as, instead of turning into the living room, Sal continued to walk until he entered the kitchen. There, Jim was stood by the fridge, helping himself to a beer.
"Hey papi, I got that pesky fly!" Sal held out the glass with a grin, the tiny fly buzzed as it pounded against the inside of the glass. Brad panicked inside, his whole world was like a ghoulish house of mirrors, distorted beyond even his multiple eyes.
Jim grunted and said "Good job, now get the spray so we can get rid of it."
Brad felt his gut turn. "Don't do this, papi!" He cried unto empty ears. He couldn't believe his dad would be so heartless!
Neither could his brother, apparently. Sal shrugged his shoulders and said, "I was just going to let it out of a window. It seems a waste of bug spray, using it on a single fly."
"It's disgusting," Jim grimaced. "Letting it go risks bringing it back into the house. I doubt your brother wants it anywhere near his home."
"No! I do!" Brad yelled, banging into the side of his transparent prison. "Let me go!"
Sal ignored his dad, much to Brad's relief, and made his way toward the kitchen window. He placed the upside-down glass on the granite counter, and reached out to the window. It was a little stiff. Sal tugged a few times, a little embarrassed as Jim watched on with a scowl. Finally, he managed to jiggle the frame enough to thrust the entire window open. However, as he yanked it downwards, his elbow happened to knock the glass Brad was stuck under. With a loud clutter, it fell to its side. This was his opportunity!
"Look what you did, pendejo!" Jim cried in anger, immediately reaching for a nearby kitchen towel. Sal watched as the little fly burst into the sky, and soared to the center of the room, his one chance at freeing the bug now gone. Jim snapped the towel at Sal's waist, and growled, "don't just stand there, get the spray!" Sal nodded and fled the kitchen. He didn't want to get between his dad and a house pest. Not again.
Brad soared around the kitchen for a moment, embracing his sudden freedom. He jerked his head around, looking for his opening. He could feel a soft breeze brush through his insect hairs. There was the window! it was his one shot at escape! He didn't know what he would do once he was outside. He couldn't stray too far from the house, or Mark would worry about him. And he couldn't stay outside for long, there were countless more dangers for a housefly in the great outdoors compared to the relative safety of the inside. But he didn't have time to worry about such matters, not while his trigger-happy father was out for his guts. Brad adjusted his flight path, diving straight for the open window. Just before he reached freedom, however, he felt a sudden weight crash into his backside, sending him tumbling back down to the kitchen counter with a tiny thud.
Jim pumped his fist, he had snapped the towel straight at that devil fly. He watched as it lost height, and fell to the counter, dazed from the impact. It wobbled across the granite surface, spinning in circles. Its wings flickered, trying to work as it attempted to fly once more. "Oh no you don't..." He muttered. He looked around the immediate area for anything to finish it off once and for all.
Brad stumbled on the counter, unable to keep balance with only five of his legs. He felt like he was in a tumble dryer, his head spinning from the impact. He tried to take flight once more, but the impact with the towel had messed with his halter wings. Without those, he had no chance of taking flight, let alone keeping his balance. His compact eyes darted everywhere, trying as fast as he could to process the whirlwind of information. Then he spotted it. The window was so close! If he could just shake the trauma clear from his wings, he could still make it outside before his bug hating father could hurt him any further.
A sudden shadow, and swift movement loomed over him. It was already too late. Jim had grabbed the glass he was initially trapped inside and was ready to bring it down upon him once more. Brad couldn't let himself get trapped again. He fluttered his wings as best as he could, he had to get some movement. "Come on!" he grunted, shuffling along the counter as fast as his little legs could take him. He watched as the giant's skyscraper-like arm came falling down towards him. Maybe he'd put enough distance between them to evade capture once more. As the glass came ever closer, Brad barely had time to register that he wouldn't be captured. This time, the glass was facing right-side up.