Salt In A Wound
Author's Note: This is my first Breakfast Club fic, so reviews would be incredibly appreciated!
Disclaimer: I do not own The Breakfast Club or any of its characters.
Warning: Mentions of child abuse.
Second Person: John Bender
You know he can't help having a picture-perfect family. You know that his seamless life isn't Brian's fault. But then, since when has fault ever been a determining factor in blame? It never is where you're concerned, that's for sure. Your old man doesn't care whether you've done anything wrong or not. You probably end up getting beat either way, so why does it matter?
Brian's family isn't like that, though. He lives in a bubble of love and encouragement, concepts foreign in your household. You wonder briefly whether he's ever been hit, burned, belted the way you have. Probably not. He's been raised on concepts you've never known.
And when you imitate him, when you play out his flawless life, jealousy consumes you, so ice-cold that it burns. He's had his road laid out before him, paved and shining since his birth, just like every other factor of his existence. If only your journey was that easy.
It's salt in a wound, being reminded of what you don't have, and that scar has been reopened so many times that you doubt it'll ever heal. But what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger, right? If that's true, you're probably the strongest person alive.
At least Brian understands, even if it's only to a certain extent. He knows that he has what you don't, and he has the decency not to throw it in your face the way that so many others do. As if you need one more reminder.
So really, you know he can't help having the picture-perfect family. You know his seamless life isn't Brian's fault. But since when have fault and blame ever been connected?
Author's Note: I know it's pretty short, but please tell me what you thought!