First of all thank you for giving this story a chance, which I have already published in the Spanish speaking section of Fanfiction. I would appreciate if in case it was to your liking the history to receive your comments, critics and advice everything is well received. One last point to highlight, English is not my native language, to achieve the translation I made use of different means from the well-known Google translator to others, if in case I caused any inconvenience please forgive me in advance, thanks and enjoy it
AFTER THE GAME
Being the middle child in a big family is a responsibility that few would dare to carry if they had a choice, but for Lincoln Loud that was not the case, he was not ashamed of being the only boy in a big Group of girls
For him, each one was as unique and special as that which preceded or happened, sportsman, artistic, poetic, etc., his sisters enjoyed being who they were and he enjoyed being the column in which they could support as many times as they needed, they had their problems Like all family, but love, friendship and, above all, the trust they bestowed on him always triumphed over the chaos of the family, for these were far more valuable than the most radiant of the trophies he could win, or any quarrel he could happen. Lincoln Loud would never dare to try to break that fragile bond of trust that he had created with much effort throughout his life, at least not on purpose. It is for that reason that in the depths of his being, he kept wondering what the hell he had done, in that moment of fleeting stupidity that was costing him dearly, a trick that had taken things too far, the shame in the faces of his Sisters confirmed it, next to that pain camouflaged in looks of absolute anger of its parents.
- RUN - was what his mind told him, and he did, I try ... I try the best I can, flee from an angry crowd that cursed his name to all voices and that sooner rather than later I would end up catching him.
Later, after the party, the road home became long and silent, the Loud family inside the vehicle had stopped its so characteristic chaos, an atmosphere of tension flooded the interiors of that battered van, which Lincoln had aptly nicknamed vanzilla.
All tried to take their eyes off the guilty ones of such a shameful act, failing every so often in their purpose, for their part the involved ones could not avoid to cross the look in the hope of being able to see some relief in the look of the other, looking Possibly a look that told them that that act was not worthy of such a sentence that naturally they knew that it would fall on them.
-I can not understand children,- Patriarch Loud said as he stopped at a red light.
- I do not know how they did it, but they got the whole family out to make me laugh all over Michigan, felt ... no ... it was like my final in Break Dance competition .. - allowed himself to let out a tear and a Little sob
-It could be said that ..- I improvise Luan, trying to give a comic relief
- Now I do not cut short with a more threatening voice, making a "I'm sorry" was the only thing the comedian could answer.
-What your father means is that we are very disappointed in his behavior,- said the mother, entering the sermon.
- The crowd hates Loud. Why do they hate me? - Seeing their father crying was enough proof that things had gone completely out of control, no one remembered seeing him so stressed, neither so overwhelmed nor so fragile from the first past of April. Lincoln and Lynn watched the scene incredulously the scene, they had made to mourn to his father, an accomplishment of the most deplorable. The little hope they had to lean on the rest of the girls was dissipated in front of the looks of disappointment and denial on the part of all.
-I'm sorry,- the athlete thought fit to say, even expectant of the answer she would receive, Lincoln for his part still could not find the right combination of words that could express a minimum of regret.
- Of course you feel miss, I replied as Mr. Lynn who was returning to continue the long journey home
- I could expect this trick from Lincoln. But of you, Lynn, someone so mature and responsible with the disciplines he practiced. "Everyone could feel the melancholy tone in his mother's voice, the silent sob of a wounded heart.
- Lincoln ...? His mother's voice seemed to pull him out of the trance to which his guilt and shame had induced him.
"Lincoln, honey, I just wanted you to do a little exercise, I did not expect your laziness to be so great as to endanger the physical health of your sister-
- But mom was only an ez ..! - replied the hurriedly
- Lynn Jr, Your mother is not yet finished! - Cut off Mr. Loud sharply, leaving the rest of his children breathless.
- I'm sorry - As if it were a dejavu, these words were said in unison, with the same pain and regret that the first time, obtaining the same result.
- Kids ... and this goes for everyone, they have to understand that their actions have consequences, that their good or bad decisions also belong to others, that is why they are punished from now on, Lyn and Lincoln - Los Loud gave a small General panting, although chaos and mischief were common at home, parents were never so severe in dictating a punishment, they never said it so seriously, never so earnestly.
-Lincoln you're punished for the next thirty days, and that means no comics, manga, video games or television, I'll take your laptop and you can only use the room when you have tasks to do, we will also limit Clyde's visits to two For a week, you'll go straight home, no stops, no arcades, no games, you're not in any club so I want you home early, understood? "Lincoln allowed himself a small moan as he pressed his knees to His hands trying to mitigate the pain
-If Mama- It was the only thing I could answer with a choked voice.
Lyn Jr, I think it is enough punishment to crash and not be able to perform any sports activates for the next fifteen days, but that does not make you less guilty with your brother you lied to us, that is why I will extend your rest for five more.
"But Mom," he replied. "In two weeks, the soccer season begins, and if we do not give our annual beating to the fools of Hazeltucky we will not be lucky the rest of the games.
- I have already given my verdict, Miss. Also talk to the coach, the team exchanged places in the game with another team in the youth league, so I do not want any objections. Understood?
- It was supposed to be my revenge. - Murmured obfuscated
- You said something Jr - warned the father
"Nothing ... Dad ... excuse me," he replied with an atypical fear in her.
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The last two weeks had not been simple for Lincoln Loud, nor for anyone who dared to bear that last name. The game video of the final of the American Football League had quickly become a trend for social networks from the first day of its publication, past the days and was a funny viral anecdote. All saw to a lesser or greater extent their activities, social and labor affected by such an event, the name Loud in the streets had become synonymous with mockery, failure and distrust.
Luan's phone had stopped ringing, the gossip of the shame of the rooster camp had marathonically traversed the ears of parents of both children and adolescents, no one needed a Loud cheering party. Those nights in which Luna was going to play in the "The Scream" season bar, trying to steal the attention of a certain girl, she was only receiving blows and rude to the triumph of the roosters by inebriated parishioners. Lucy Loud, the gothic poet, felt more alone and miserable than ever, the artists' Guild of the Red Moon decided to reduce her time on the pallet, considering her unworthy and stained with the filth of shame. Lana and Lola sought mutual support, ready to resist all that tide of stupidity that would surely fall upon them, together in the bees could feel the safety of their crew, but separately the story changed drastically, somehow the judges turned More strict with the blonde competitor, causing him to lose multiple proofs for ridiculous mini-licks, for his part the skilful girl of the animals watched as his little gang moved away little by little from her, and no one followed her adventures, nor accompanied her in the Workshop, so at the foot of a tortoise she was alone, accompanied only by her faithful frog Hoops, all this followed by disapproving looks of adults who shook their heads every time they saw them. Lisa did not know much, only that under pressure of the student group, had suspended its classes in the state of Michigan, dedicating entirely to his personal projects, locked up all day in his room. Leni did not seem to understand the hints of her classmates, she could not understand the ridicule of the rest of the adolescents of her surroundings, only Lori seemed to take this situation with a certain maturity, it was no secret that she craved that the days passed with more speed, given That his future was outside the bounds of Royal Woods, where he would leave behind all the humiliation that his brother had indirectly provoked in her, which is why the last days of class, he did not mind fouling his fists with the blood of some other Inept that he dared to make fun of one of his sisters.
Lynn Loud had the questionable fortune of being indisposed during these days, reason why it could not be seen firsthand as that snowball began to grow without control, of how in the streets of that traditional suburb the songs of the Humiliation of the Loud brothers, the only sign of the bitter failure was seen in those letters, sent by multiple leaders of the many sports in which it shone, who decided by image of their teams to separate it from them. As promised, only the Royal Woods Soccer team allowed him to continue, under the promise of qualifying for the national tournament. Each letter felt him as the strongest of the blows to his pride, the humiliation to his self-esteem, which could only be expressed in bitter tears that he shared with his beloved sisters.
- "Lincoln's selfish man caused all this" - stammered some.
- "It's his fault, it's all his fault" - Other lamented
- "It does not deserve to be our brother" - It was the general precept of all at the end of each meeting of sisters.
It did not take them much to forgive Lynn, for her actions, in the end, according to her perceptions she was no more than a victim of the infamous and selfish white-haired boy.
For Lincoln Loud, the considerable increase in school bullies, the giggles disguised in the gossip of the girls around every corner, and even the very particular incident related to his grandfather in one of his already typical video calls, had become something so Common as breathing, if this was the farewell to his life at the Royal Woods primary, was by far the worst anyone could live in, the case of the Gallos vs Hockers had set a precedent in his long list of public humiliations , One that would possibly haunt him for the rest of his life.
But that could bear it, he had endured worse things, what really bothered him was to see how each person he loved most in the world was dragged along with him to his rottenness, he knew that if there was a solution for this, it would not be As simple as another self-humiliating video.
At home the penance he paid for his bullshit had left him plenty of free time, perhaps enough to know that he was a step away from madness.
-Thirty-two,-he said softly, the cracks in the ceiling remained thirty-two, he had counted them from the first day of his confinement.
-Man, I miss school days, you're saying loud, those days were horrible.- He retorted, pounding his forehead with his palm.
- But seriously, they know that if I miss, that one of the girls cross that door needing help with one of their crazy problems - He told the empty room, hoping maybe a response from someone or something to get him out of his loneliness, but neither Even the vague idea that there were dimensional beings who appreciated his so-called comments, could calm him, the two weeks subsequent to the incident, his sisters were reluctant to cross any word with him, and that resulted in a total abandonment of them to his Relationship with his only brother
-Only fifteen more days.- He sighs melancholically at the boy, as he returns to the cozy recounting of those dark cracks.
-Twenty-two, twenty-one, Thirty-one- His body, lying on his bed seemed to yield to the tempting invitation of morpheus, his eyelids became heavy, and his body entered an absolute relaxed, ready to go to his dream world, or Maybe not yet.
A few knocks on his door interrupted that journey, which felt more glorious, than it might have been - Go ahead, whoever you are, you know that it has no lock on the door-
-Hi, Lincoln.-There was a timid voice, which forced the pelbler to rise from his bed with complete exaltation.
-Ly..Lynn, hello,- he heard himself say in a voice that tried to disguise the joy of his impertinence, to feel that she was the oasis that brought him out of this hell of solitude, for now that he remembered things were not Simple for her, although in the few days she went through school she still maintained her status as a rude girl, at home she was no more than a small and frightened girl who, like Lincoln, was pestered by the weight of her guilt, At least they did not ignore her, her sisters seemed to give her their full support.
So he saw her again, he looked radiant in his crimson sportswear, which so aptly marked the number one on his back, his smile so full of confidence and determination. It seemed funny to him to feel for some reason at this moment that that soccer ball in his hands emphasized its beauty like the greatest of the accessories, felt like it had not seen it in years, that that image that had engraved in its memories does not Could be associated with that of the girl he saw now.
- I was wondering, if you want to practice a little with me - He said while his face was smiling and shrugging
- I ... I do if I want, I say you ... Your foot, you still need to recover, right?
- This old scratch, I'm fine, my foot is ready to kick butt, and better to release it with my little brother - He said it with a unique joy and warmth that would allow the child emulate the smile of his sister on his face.
- Trust me! - He said as he threw that old ball at his hands
-I ... I trust you,- he said, as surely as he could.
- Then I'll wait for you down in the garden-
-Sure,-the boy replied.
- Two to doubt, ha, .. do not delay-
He would not do it, not now or ever, much less with Lynn, if things were to improve there was no better starting point than the end, if this was the opportunity to regain the confidence of even one of his sisters he would not miss it , Much less if it meant that things would be as before. God knew how much he longed for things to be as before.