Based off of the short story: We Don't Talk About Sarah

Warning: kidnapping, child-abuse

Hello people of Fanfiction! I should be working on one of my other fics shouldn't I? Probably. I should also be doing that summer work though too...

Just short chapters for this one, usually under 1,000 words. Chapters may get longer in future.


We Don't Talk About Uncle Francis

Chapter 1: Who's That?

Alfred: 11 ~~ Matthew: 11 ~~ Arthur: 11

Point of View: Alfred


For an eleven year old boy, it was odd that I lived with my uncle and brother instead of my parents. I had brought the issue up once or twice but instead of an answer, Uncle Francis would just look down and quickly scold me for talking about it. Eventually, I stopped asking seeing that I would get no answers. That was only one of the conflicts between us. I had always been big on asking questions, always wondering why. I asked why he wasn't married and why he didn't have any children of his own. But I didn't get answers to those either, not that I expected to.

It must have been the end of summer. School was about to start up again and Mattie and me where out back enjoying the last bits of summer by chasing each other with the hose and jumping through the sprinkler. Uncle Francis had run out to get something for dinner but promised to return soon. We could hear the front door close signaling his return.

"Alfred, Matthew!" He called, "I have a surprise for you!"

Needless to say, we headed inside as if our lives depended on it, hoping for the candy bars that he sometimes brought back. It came as a shock when we saw a boy standing painfully still in front of him. Mattie shot him a questioning look while I was more focused on the possible new friend. He seemed nervous, his eyes darted all around but avoiding contact with any of us. Sweat drops covered his temple and ran down skin so pale it appeared as if he had never seen the sun.

"He's going to be staying here with us for a while." Our uncle explained, "Why don't you introduce yourself?"

He drew in a shaky breath. "A-Arthur, my n-name is Arthur K-Kirkland." He paused only to flinch and step forward slightly. His green eyes flew open as he swallowed the lump in his throat. "I-It's a p-pleasure to meet a-all of y-you." His words were rushed.

I bounded forward slamming into him and wrapping my arms around him. "My name's Alfred." I declared loudly, missing the squeak he emitted and the way he tensed before cautiously putting his arms around me as well.

"And that's Mattie!" I pointed to my brother who gave a shy wave.

Arthur waved back. He let go of me suddenly.

"How about we get these into the kitchen?" uncle suggested pointing to the bags on the floor.

I grabbed as many of them as I could. "This looks like a job for a hero!" I exclaimed running into the kitchen.

"Hero…" I didn't hear Arthur mutter under his breath nor did I notice his eyes fixated on the back of my head.

Next 3 chapters in a bit. Have to upload them first :)

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