There was no secret that Arthur had grew up troubled. Distant parents that he could barely recall, brothers who never made a secret of how they truly felt about him and something that just wasn't quite right about the Brit himself. Dodging punches and scathing remarks led to him adopting a usually cold persona, a distant one that wasn't easily unravelled. Although somehow the tall blonde did it. He also done a lot of things which led to Arthur now laying crumpled on his bedroom floor, red nose and wet cheeks.
"Prick" He sneered before taking another gulp from his beer bottle. Ripped up pictures and letters lay littered around him, his phone gently buzzing for what felt like the hundredth time. Words echoed in his head making him nauseous, or was it the beers? No, definitely him. He'd been used, chewed up and spat out and he hadn't one clue whilst it was happening. He was the unassuming, naïve fly in the web of a glorious spider with a thick Russian accent.
He was also far gone as he drank the last of his eight beer and dropped it, hearing it thunk to the left of him he stood up and made his way to the door. Ready to commit another mistake, he smiled thinking of it.
"Why the fuck not" he muttered, before leaving the door to slam behind him, walking into the evening, one destination in mind.
"I dunno.. think I'm sobering up to what a bad idea this is mate" Arthur was no longer as sure as he was fifteen minutes ago, but his best friend Alfred was, maybe just a little too much.
Alfred turned around, a brick in each hand as they crouched behind one of the two bushes located in the back garden of Ivan's house.
"Two fences and a three mile walk from the car and now is where you lose your bottle? No, he broke you, so we break him, or something of his anyway, grab this"
Arthur took the heavy brick and peaked at the house from behind the bush. There it was, in all its grandeur. He'd been here many times although never for long. It was always rushed, or too dark to see anything.
Arthur expected to hear the brick hit the pain and shatter the glass to the floor, he didn't, for some reason expect to see a rush of blond hair behind the broken window.
"Every man for himself" He scrambled, half crawling out the garden as he ran with every ounce of strength he had with curse words alerting him to the fact Alfred was close behind. He just wanted to get home and forget, forget that he was here and about that man behind the shattered glass. Forget that he hear his name called too.