Chapter 1- Cataclysm
Miller's P.O.V-
*Sigh* Where the hell has my life gone? I am close to my prime, and once the day before I had a wife and brother that cared for me.
Now. Now they both hate me, and now I can feel the love that was once there for good begin to fade to black.
Daisy doesn't hate me, but DJ does. And I know why. And the reason I know pains me because I feel responsible.
DJ never healed from Dad's death. It scarred him so deep that it would've driven him to death, had it not been for Daisy. Her openness to love sprung from me being gone so much, looked to be true love.
Sometimes, wounds never heal. Sure, the superficial pain goes away, but an open wound is an open wound, and it planted the seeds for a disastrous love between DJ and Daisy.
Daisy and DJ and Love, it was nothing more than smoke and mirrors. DJ needed someone to heal the gap in his heart, and I should've been there for him. I am the big brother, the one he was supposed to turn to besides Mom. But instead it was Daisy, and the needs of both seemed to fit like a puzzle.
Mom.
She. Did. Nothing. She stood there and watched Dad die, not once did she care about DJ. She left that wound open and. like any open wound, it got infected, and it went gangrene. She hurt my baby brother more than she knows, and I will always hold that against her.
Daisy and DJ were deceived into "love", what DJ thought was love was that emotion trying to repair that wound. But it was never enough, he needed someone more than Daisy. He always needed more love; he needed her so much more than she needed him. Daisy, being lonely and afraid, needed someone to protect her while she figured herself out.
Mom and Dad did such a horrible, horrible thing. How could they do this to him? How could Love deceive both DJ and Daisy so harshly? Why? WHY?
DJ and Daisy's relationship was one romantic endeavor after the other. Almost all of it was random acts of affection, and of course, sex. Daisy gave birth to two calves too many. But it's not DJ's fault, oh no indeed. His way of love was grown off his ever-hurting wound.
WHY?
WHY?
WHY THE TWO PEOPLE I CARE ABOUT MOST IN THIS WORLD!
MY POOR BROTHER! MY POOR, POOR BABY BROTHER!
HE SHOULD'VE NEVER HAVE HAD TO SUFFER FROM A WOUND THAT LARGE!
AND MY POOR BEAUTIFUL WIFE! WHY COULD SUCH A BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL COW BE A VICTIM TO THIS?
WHY THEM? WHY NOT ME? PUT THEIR PAIN ON ME DAMMIT!
THEY DON'T FUCKING DESERVE THAT TYPE OF PAIN!
But now is not the time for this, the past has happened, and what's done is done.
I know what I must do.
I must heal the wound in DJ's heart. I am the only one who can.
Then I must heal the wounds in Daisy's heart.
Only then will they have peace, and only then will they so much as began to understand
How much I love them.
I am the eldest Vae son.
It falls on me to do what must be done for the good of the family.
And if I have to fight them and die for those wounds to be healed…
then DEATH BE MY DIGNITY
I am Millervich Ruizcho-Vae
Lock and Load.