Prologue

He opened both of his lavender eyes tiredly as he heard the sounds of yelling from outside his and his brother's room. He forced himself to look at the digital clock, and through the darkness he was able to make out the numbers 3:00, glowing red on the nightstand beside him. Slowly sitting up, the boy can hear a few more yelling.

"You are so bloody stupid, you know that? You were playing with me and I fell for it! I actually fell for it!" The boy was now curious as to what the yelling was about, and he slowly crawled off his bed, trying his best not to wake up his brother, who was sleeping beside him. Unfortunately, his brother noticed the lack of another body heat beside him, and he also woke up.

"M-Mattie? Where ya going?" mumbled the boy's brother, tiredly, followed by a yawn.

"Alfred!" Matthew quickly shushed his brother, and slowly opened their bedroom door, a streak of light entering their room. Although Alfred stared at him blankly, curiousity appeared on his face, and got out of the bed, tiptoeing quietly up to his brother. He peered beside him, looking through the crack that was open, perking his ears so he can listen too. Matthew scrunched up his face, doing the same. The more the two listened, they realise it was both their parents who were yelling at each other. Matthew knew that his parents tend to bicker and voices tend to be loud, yet, there was something unpleasant about the tone of their voice.

"No and it was wrong to lie to you," they heard their father, Francis, said. "I am sorry. But, don't go."

"Don't go?" whispered a confused Alfred. "What does he mean by that?"

"I don't know!" Matthew said (whispered) back. "I just woke up to the yelling right now." The boys continued to listen attentively to the door. They couldn't make out the words, since it sounded like they were muttering.

"F-Francis, let go," they heard their other father, Arthur, said to them. Matthew couldn't help but notice how he sounded like he was in some sort of pain. There was no response from Francis. There was another plea to let go, and once again, no response.

"Please, let go of me! It hurts! You're hurting me!" They heard Arthur cried, this time with more pain in his voice. Matthew and Alfred looked at each other uncertainly, before they heard the sound of glass crashing, and things hitting the wall in the room right beside theirs; their parents' room.

"Don't touch me!"

"A-Alfred," Matthew whispered, not liking the sounds and the yelling. "I think we should go see what's wrong." Alfred looked at him, and just looked at him shockingly.

"Matthew, I don't think we should…"

"Please?" Matthew pleaded, sounding like he was about to cry. Alfred couldn't bear to see his brother that way, and gave in scarcely.

"…Alright." They both started to walk quietly to their parents' room, where Alfred peeked in first, and Matthew was right behind him. They found Arthur, crying and throwing random bottles at Francis, who was doing his best to avoid them.

"I'm sorry, Arthur. I didn't mean to hold you that tightly…" Francis said, as he dodged the items.

"That's what you always say! Now look at when you don't mean to do anything!" Matthew was sure that his parents' were going to go on, and was about to retreat by taking a few steps back. However, Arthur noticed it, and looked at the direction of the door. Francis, in turn, turned around to see them.

"Dad?" Alfred asked, his voice shaking. Matthew let out a small whimper, as if he was trying to tell Alfred he shouldn't be talking. "What's going on?"

"Alfred. Mathieu. It's nothing-"

"Boys. Go pack your things." Alfred and Matthew looked at one another confusingly.

"W-What? Why…"

"Do not ask questions! Just pack your clothes and other necessities right now!" At that moment, Alfred must have known they would be done for, so he grabbed Matthew's arm and scurried away to their room.

"A-Al?" Matthew asked, as Alfred closed the door, and he opened their closet.

"You heard what Dad said, Matthew." Alfred said quickly, as he took out a bag. He shoved his clothing in there. "We…have to pack our things."

"What? B-But why…"

"Matthew, do it now!" Matthew just stared at Alfred, his eyes big. He could see a mixture of terror and confusion in Alfred's eyes, as if he didn't want to go against what his Dad just said. He was just as much lost as Matthew is.

"O-Okay," Matthew whispered, and went to grab his things. Once he did, he noticed how his pet bear was on the floor, looking at the brothers confusingly. Not wanting to leave him, he just picked him up in his arms. The cub let out a small growl in confusion.

"It's okay. I'm Matthew, remember?" Matthew whispered into the bear's fur. Their Dad (Arthur) appeared in their room with his bag and violin case.

"Come along, now," he said, his voice was as cold as ice. They made their way in silence into the car, and Arthur locked the door behind them. He soon sat in the driver's seat, and started the car. He reversed the car, and they started to drive down the road. Both Matthew and Alfred still had no idea what was going on. But, for one thing for sure, they didn't see their Papa (Francis) for a few more weeks. And their parents' had a thing called, a 'separation'.

A/N: Thank you fro reading the Prologue! Please, read and review. I would like to know others opinion on how I started the story.