"what do you mean it doesn't matter?!"
I yelled, tossing my bag to the floor as my brother rolled his eyes.
"It just doesn't! Alright! Back off!"
He yelled at me
"Back off?!
You joined a gang Zane!
A gang!"
I snarled out of utter rage.
"I can't believe it!
I thought you was raised better!"
I added as all he did was scoff and laugh, coming to my face.
"I wasn't fucking raised properly then!"
He sneered, appointing all blame upon me.
"Wasn't raised properly?!
I raised you perfectly well!
Better than dad and mom could ever do!"
I replied as Vylad winced.
My voice was hoarse, tired and croaky, the unforgiving betrayal taring away at my strings.
"Perfectly well?!
Look at me Garroth!
I'm NOTHING like you!
I'm not strong, I'm not hot, I'm not-im not!"
He was ready to burst, explode like a deadly toxin shot from a nuke.
"You're not good enough!
You're never good enough!
That's what you think of yourself isn't it?!"
I yelled
"Yes!"
He cried out
The realisation unfolded amongst us as we neglected it, too fumed with our frustration to notice the trauma weighing down on Vylad's tearing eyes.
"You ruined my eye Garroth!
That basically ruined my entire face!
Do you have any idea how it feels?!"
He added as I rolled my eyes.
"Again with the eye?!
I've already apologized, over and over again for that!"
I replied in a harsh tone.
"Sorry doesn't change the fact I'm blind Garroth!"
The rage, the pain, so many insults coming my way, each and every bone in my body shook, making my overall figure tremble.
It made me sound less ferocious and more...scared.
"What else can I do?!"
I whined out, tearing as his eye glared deeply into mine with bitter hate.
"Leave!
Alright, Just die!
No one wants you here, I don't, Mom doesn't, dad certainly doesn't and Vylad can't even say it for himself because YOU couldn't ever protect him!"
He screamed
Tears streamed at my eyes, my Emotional, sensitive heart being beaten repeatedly, each thump causing a devastating pain.
I hugged to my chest, a wheezing attempt to breathe collapsing as so did my body.
What's the point in trying.
Zane knew he hit me hard with the words he spoke but barely cared.
Trembling, he stood over me.
"Now...stop telling me how to live my life when you haven't even got one to show yourself!"
He snapped as I coughed, crying loudly, wailing even.
The words just wouldn't leave my head...
Zane just rolled his eyes at my fit of panic, Vylad, pushing past him with a glare.
He knelt down and tried lifting me, my body locked in a curled up position.
"Don't bother Vylad, he'll get up when dad starts yelling...as usual"
Zane bitterly spoke, walking away.
Vylad ignored him and hugged me, trying desperately to comfort what little happiness I had left.
"T-Talk, please"
I gripped his top, hiccuping.
"P-Please, please"
He stroked my back as he too shook.
He replied with a deep silent, making me cry louder.
This made father very unhappy when he came home...to see his so called son wilting on the floor like some pathetic weed.
Firstly, he yanked me up off the floor, yelled a few times before noticing that dinner had not been made...
I explained what Zane had done yet he just didn't care, instead he tared me up the stairs where his belt came in use of a hard beating.
Chipped, rough hands wielded the instrument, the leather wrapped tight around his white knuckles while the buckle, blunt as ever, slashed torturously against my spine.
Water wilted from my eyes, each raise of the buckle getting swifter with each tear.
By time I met his standards I was layed on the floor, curled up in no better state that I originally started off with.
I didn't say a word.
Endured the full rath of his anger and layed there later...dry, motionless... careless.
Not a single thing mattered enough for me to get up...
But my brothers they...they were getting beaten... downstairs like ragdolls...I just had to do something.
Staggering to my feet I mustered myself to the door, limping from the exhaustion before peering downstairs.
He was yelling.
Most likely he was making Zane do dinner, heh, but he knows nothing of cooking and can barely keep a steady hand on the stove.
I wiped my eyes, growing fierce.
No one...hurts him, no matter what he's said or done to me.
After putting on my t-shirt I came running down the stairs, the pump of adrenaline informing me...heh, what more could he do?
Stood just outside the kitchen, roaring at Zane he was startled when my elbow came crashing in on his gut.
"Leave him alone!"
I ordered, glaring up at him intensely.
His eyes writ nothing but hatred.
"You want me to be a man, fine! But leave Zane and Vylad out of it!"
I snapped as he scowled.
"I'll cook...Zane never has and most likely never will..."
I stated before pushing past
"Leave Zane"
I mumbled
"Bu-"
"I SAID LEAVE!"
I repeated in a much firmer tone, pleasing my father's expectations of his first born son.
Zane, after gulping, quickly did as I said, scurrying off to the living room.
Garte watched me for the remainder of the time it took for me to cook, admiring the swiftness and precision.
As I finished he placed a hand on my shoulder, tugging me into his side as I merely let him.
Hm...