A quick McCormick brothers oneshot of ya' all...enjoy
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Kenny knew what was going to happened as soon as the front door was busted open. He found himself pinned up against the flimsy wall separated the living room from his own room. A Cheshire grin was plastered on Kenny's face due to the infuriated look painted on his brother. Neither of them spoke yet it wasn't silent; the aura around them was dangerous and seemed to taunt both boys.
"When were ya' gonna' tell me?" Kevin seethed, his eyes darkening with anger. A small laugh left Kenny.
"It isn't any of your business." He retorted smiling wider as if it was his way of baring teeth. A growl escaped his brother as he was yanked forwards and shoved back fiercely.
"Ya' are my business." The older one spat out, speckles of spit landing on the other's face.
"You never cared before." Kenny stated lowly in a venomous voice, his grin dissipating into a look of pure disgust. They stayed silent for a moment, not a single movement. It was as if both of them fear the next movement. Slowly Kevin ran his tongue over his dry lips as the younger boy watched him do so closely.
Before accused boy could blink he had a mouth full of fist. He recoiled back, only to find wall blocking him, and dropped to the ground to avoid anymore punches. An angry kick hit him heavily on the left side of his body causing a yelp to leave him as he cowered. A hand roughly grasped his hair and forced him to look at his brother's displeased face. Kenny sent him a bloody sneer, knowing that the blood that oozed from his nose didn't help him look intimidating.
"Now Ken, tell me wit yer own words. What ta' fuck is goin' on?" Kevin demanded. A soggy laugh left Kenny as he shook his head at his brother.
"I relapsed." He explained tears threatening to trickle down his face just like the blood. Kevin let go and cursed the other out.
" Come 'ere." Kevin told his brother suddenly, hauling the frailer boy up by the wrist. Kenny knew if he fought he would lose in the state he was in, he knew the pain would only grow in his chest, and he knew that his brother just might kill him over this, again. He stayed silent as his brother opened the door to their room and shoved Kenny in. The door slammed shut and the younger boy could hear the rattling of the lock.
He knew that he would be stuck in there until his brother decided he was punished enough. His parents wouldn't notice and his sister wouldn't dare go against their brother. Kevin was the iron fist in this family; the oldest McCormick boy didn't care if he was hated by his siblings or not as long as they were safe. Both of the younger children knew this, but that didn't stop them from being angry at the other.
"I hate you, I hate you so much." He shouted as he kicked at the pile of magazines piled near him. Dropping to his knees he let the whole situation absorb into his mind and let a groan out. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to take those pills and dissipating his brother that was so goddamn proud that he stayed clean for two months. A small crackle left him, then loud thundering laughter.
"I'm fucked up, Kev, and you can't do shit to fix it!"