AN #1: Hey, guys, this is my first ever Homestuck fic (Oh my god, Emi, what a accomplishment). But, since I've been gushing over how cute JohnDave is (and also my gf and I have been talking about how we're like JohnDave otl).But, this is a AU where Dave lives with his drunk abusive Bro (Dirk is a completely different person from Bro, you'll see eventually) and John is this kind of carefree kid and lives with his recently divorced Dad (but, he has some secrets too. You'll see later). Also, I've had a shit ton of trouble with this... Like a lot cause my word processor would randomly stop working and like the idiot I am, I kept forgetting to save. Anyways, EMI STOP BLABBING! Enjoy :)
Pairings: JohnDave, DirkJake (you'll see why c;), RoseMary (mentioned and eventually they come into play), SolKat (to the side), TavGam (to the side), and more. (Jegus, this is turning into a commercial or somefin)
I don't own Homestuck, but if I did JohnDave would be canon.
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Your name is Dave Strider and once again you find yourself on the cold kitchen floor, nursing your newly given black eye with a cold bag of carrots. You slowly set the bag down next to you and take in a deep frustrated sigh. You could feel your twisted wrist on your right hand throbbing with pain and your lip is gushing out with blood. You hear the sound of your Bro's loud DJing in his room and you clench your non-swollen hand in frustration.
"Why the fuck does he act like everything is okay; when it's not?" You think to yourself.
Once again, your dear older brother had came home in a drunken rage. You were used to the pain though. Ever since your birthday, which was three months ago, you have dealt with his constant abuse. You never understood why he always took it out on you, but you did know that he was never sorry for what he did to you. Even though you were sixteen, that never stopped him from using you as his personal punching bag. You never landed a blow on him in fear that you might end up in the hospital for the rest of your miserable life. But, eventually as the beatings continued, you had grown used to the pain from afterwards. You always fixed yourself up very well, so well that nobody even noticed. Honestly, you didn't want anyone to notice. This was your problem and not theirs to stick their business in. Social workers have came and asked you about him, and you always said the same thing. He was the best Bro ever, and you couldn't wish for anyone better. But, you're lying just to keep them off your case. But, you were lying. He was the worst, not the best. He fed you though, even though most of the time it was take-out or something fast that he never cooked. He takes care of you though, even though he never even once took you to a Doctor to be checked up on. But, you both didn't really want the doctors all up in your business. You look at your swollen wrist and run a shaky hand through your blonde hair with your good hand. Your crimson eyes glance over the broken glass beer bottles from this past week. You were lucky enough to have your red high tops on during this round, or else you probably would have cuts on the bottom of your feet (again) from the glass. You shakily grab the tops of the counter above you with your hands, ignoring the flaring pain in your twisted hand. You manage to pull yourself up and you're leaning over the counter for support. The pain in your wrist has numbed to a slight throb. You turn on the sink and slash come water on your face. You fan feel the blood from your busted lip die down. Your crimson eyes travel over to your aviators that sat on the counter. You turn off the sink and reach other to place them on your face. The worse part of the night was over, and you had left the battle with more bruises than normal. You hear Bro's music grows quiet. It's most likely he plugged his headphones in and is now probably working on his newest DJing project. You sighed and work your way over to your shoes. You decide it was best to leave your apartment until you have recovered completely. You slowly put on your red converse and grab your red sweatshirt. You carefully slip it over your head and take a look at your living room. It was it's normal mess, but there was some beer bottles littered around. The TV was still on with your previously paused video game that you were playing before Bro came in drunk. You turned back to face the door and quietly open it up to reveal the hallway. Even though Bro wasn't probably listening, you still didn't want him to know that you were leaving or else he might end up breaking a few more of your bones.
You welcome the empty of the hallway as an old friend. There were many nights where Bro would lock you out of the apartment and you would sleep in the hallway until the morning when you had school. You quietly walk to the stairs that led to the roof. You didn't want to wake the other tenants in the building. You're pretty sure Ms. Mullins (or Ms. Crazy-Cat-Lady, as you like to call her) would call Bro and complain if you were any louder than a whisper. You creep up the staircase and soon find yourself pushing against the metal single door.
The cool New York City air hits you like a hurricane. The weather was different from your hometown in Texas, which you actually liked. The heat was like living in hell, literally. You look up at the usually clear sky of the city and smirk. The stars were shining especially bright tonight and the moon was full and shining down over the earth. You take in a sharp breath and walk over to the usual spot you usually sat at. You dangle your feet over the edge of the roof and look down at the road beneath you. There were some cars rushing by, but as far as you can see, there was no real traffic. Everything was calm for once in this busy city, and it made you feel uncomfortable. Maybe it was the loneliness talking within you or maybe the silence. But, for some reason, you wanted someone to be here to tell you everything was all right. But, there was no one. The only real person you could talk to about this was your cousin, Rose, but she was always busy with her girlfriend to even talk to you anymore. There were two other people, but you would rather not think about them right now. If they knew what Bro did to you tonight; they would literally give birth to a damn cow. "Explain to me why the fuck you're out here in the cold at 3 a.m.?" You nearly jump at the voice, but you manage to keep your cool.
"Why not?" You reply in a snarky tone.
The person that spoke to you casually sat down next to you. You glance up to see familiar pointy anime shades and blonde swept back hair. You look across at the city the lied below you.
"Haha," Dirk replies in a not amused tone. "But seriously, kid, what are you doing up here?"
"Can't a bro enjoy looking at a beautiful city without questioning?"
"... You usually come up here if you've had a rough night with Bro."
A cold silence falls between you two. Dirk is quietly looking at the street below while you sat there somewhat irritated with him. It wasn't his business to know what really happened between you and Bro. "I guess you've noticed, huh?" You reply in a cool and even tone. Masking your irritation.
Dirk smirks.
"Well, it's kind of obvious. Most people don't notice it, but I do. The bruises and the occasional broken bones (especially your wrists) aren't always covered up very well. Jake and I have been noticing that it's getting worse each time we see you."
"Why haven't you and Jake done anything about it then?" You ask in irritation. "If your so fucking concerned about me, then prove it."
You hear Dirk let out a deep frustrated sigh.
"We're really trying, Dave." He says. "The social services aren't just going to let two recently turned 22 gay guys have a teenager straight off the bat. Also, Bro's your guardian. We can't just rescue you as if you were some princess in distress. It just doesn't work like that."
"I know that, Dirk." You reply in annoyance. "It's just... Can't you at least try?"
"I dunno, lil man." He replies shrugging. "We can't just barge into your apartment and go fuck shit up with your Bro. We have to make us seem like the stable candidates to become your guardians. You get what I'm saying?"
You nod in response. Now that you thought about it; it would end up screwing everyone except Bro. You drum your fingers against the brick of the edge of the building. Dirk is sitting there next to you quietly, waiting for your response.
"I understand." You say quietly. "I'm just so sick of it, Dirk. I'm tired of being the victim. He treats me like shit and I'm about to reach my limit. I just... don't think I can live like this anymore..."
"Dave, don't say that."
You feel your eyes water up. You bite your lip and close your eyes. Taking in a deep breath, you remind yourself to keep your cool. Nobody will ever see you cry; not even him and not even Dirk.
"How can I not? It's not like I have any worth. Bro just abuses me, and it's not like I have any friends at school besides Karkat and Terezi."
"Dave, I swear if you pull this suicidal shit on me, I'm going to straightjacket you and make you stay with Jake and I."
"I wouldn't actually mind that." You reply smirking.
You can sense Dirk rolling his eyes at you. "Point is, kid, you are worth something. You just haven't realized it yet. I mean, Jake and I are actually having a stable relationship now because of you."
"And why's that?"
"Because we have you to worry about together. We both care about you, and I'm pretty sure your friends from school care about you too."
A moment of silence falls between you two. Dirk brushes off his black pj bottoms and looks at you.
"Well, I think both of us need to get some sleep." He says breaking the silence. "Besides, you have school tomorrow."
You let out a groan. God, you hated school. It was like a reality zoo. You had your gazelles (the students), the lions (the bullies), and of course the zookeepers that never really cared about what happened to these animals. You never really associated yourself with your school. but honestly you didn't want to, you just wanted to get out as soon as you could so you could kick off your DJ career as full time instead of only on weekends. If you could be a full-time Dj, maybe you could escape away from your Bro instead of having to go through all this mess. You hear Dirk sigh and stand up. You look up at him and raise a questionable eyebrow.
"I'm going back to my apartment." He says.
"You're not going to watch the sunrise with me? You usually do since we both know you have nothing else to do since Jake wakes up early to prepare his lectures."
The other blonde just frowns at you.
"You and I both know that we need sleep. Mainly, you if you don't want your Bro to go off the deep end like he usually does."
"It's not like he hasn't done it before." You huff.
"Just promise me you'll get at least two hours of sleep before school?"
You nod in return and he nods back. You watch as he retreats back into the building and turn your attention back to the horizon. You can see slight rays peaking over the river and some lights dying down. It was finally back to being peaceful and alone. Just what you needed right now. You honestly didn't want to go back to your apartment where he was at. You'd rather have went with Dirk and asked to stay over at his place, but yet you didn't. Dirk and Jake had been kind to you ever since the first night you were kicked out into the hallway. They had just recently moved in across from you and were out getting groceries when they saw you lying in the hallway. They eventually invited you to stay over at your place and that's how you got to know them better. For the past month, you have been growing closer to them. It was just three weeks ago when you finally told them about what's been going on between you and your Bro and since then, they've been trying to help you out. You almost thought of them as your other guardians because of how well they took care of you. They treated you as if you were their own kid. You lose yourself in your thoughts for an hour or so and soon realize that eventually you had to go back in and face your older brother again. This couldn't be avoided any longer. You get back up, and wince slightly. The pain is finally setting in, but it wasn't as bad as it was before you left. You sluggishly walk to the door, open it, and casually walk down the stairs. You return back to your floor and walk past the other apartments. You could hear the faint sound of a TV blasting through one of the doors, but other than that, it was dead quiet in the hallway. You approach your door and quietly open the door. Luckily, your Bro must have went to bed, because the apartment looked untouched from where you last left it. Your video game was still on pause and you could hear the faint humming of the florescent lights in the kitchen. You quietly make your way upstairs to your room. You open the door and your greeted by the familiar mess. Your floor is littered with the occasional dirty clothes, smuppets (which your brother is obsessed with and thinks you like them... which you do for ironic purposes), and other stuff that you liked to call your shit. Your turntables are sitting next to your desk with your computer on it. It wasn't the best computer, but it wasn't total shit like most peoples. Your bed lies in the corner of your room, and you make your way to it; grabbing your iPod and red headphones from your desk. You crawl onto your bed and make yourself comfortable on the left side of your bed. You only bother in stripping off your sweater and your pants, which leaves you in your black boxers and you normal red and white broken record shirt. You slip on your headphones over your ears and turn on some Eminem. His rapping always calmed you down. Maybe it was something about how you can relate to him that comforted you. It's like he understands how hard it is to be a kid from a broken home and to have a guardian that doesn't give one single shit about you.
"This has to eventually stop." You think to yourself. "You can do it. You can totally stop him from hurting you again."
But, you knew, deep down inside that was utter bullshit. This was never going to stop until you move out and get away from him. You just had to keep up the cool façade until you can get out of here. As long as nobody else gets into your business; you can do it. Dirk and Jake are your ticket out and for once you have to put your trust into them to help you. But, for now, you have to endure the pain. You just hope you can leave faster before you go off the deep end. You let out a tired sigh and eventually you fall fast asleep to the sound of Eminem rapping about himself.
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Ahahaha, sorry for this guys. Anyways, reviews are greatly appreciated. Um, I'm a bit worried I may got OOC. So, if I did, please tell me~ Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this. Trust me, it's not going to be this sad all the time. Besides, the next chapter, I introduce John (the boy that is the most adorkable boy ever XD)
Anyways, see you guys in the next chapter c:
~Emi