He lay staring at the ceiling. What a day. He didn't want to think about it, any of it. Not the screams of his mother nor the angry glare of his father. He had left them forever. He can't help but think about walking down the long and the thoughts rolling through his mind. He could of turned back. They would be anger but they would have him back. But going back meant his future would be set in stone, his own marble tombstone. There was only one option for a family like his had and he didn't want that.
He didn't want that choice so he had done something he never thought he would do. He had turned his back on his family, his right to be the heir of the Black fortune, his own future. He had failed to stay on the right path, he had wondered off along onto the grass and through the woods. Leaving them was harder then he thought it would be. Sure he spoke ill of them and cursed them for their values, their beliefs but blood was blood. They had been a very real, very big part of his life. They had cared for him, raised him and yet he walked away. No he ran away. He was weak, no more then a spineless git he had always taken Peter for and yet he had taken the easy option. He had fled his home, his life, with nothing more then the clothes on his back. For that second at the end of the street, he swayed, scared to take the step off the curve, as the bus roar to a halt in front of him. For one second he almost turned back, but he was a coward or maybe he was doing the bravest thing he had ever done in his life, it was hard to tell from where he was standing.
He boarded the bus, James would take him in, they were like brothers, kindred spirits. He felt his chest loosen but as the bus passed his child hood home his heart raced. As he laid down on the bed across form James staring at the ceiling his thoughts swirled, on that second his eyes connected with a pair identical to his own. He was sure now he was a coward. He had left them all behind. His mother would scream and yell and burn his name off the tapestry as he had seen her doing so many times before. His father would take it much harder but stay silent brooding over his eldest decision.
But the person he, Sirius, feared for was standing in the doorway as he passed. He had done the one thing, he had promised he would never do, he had left his little brother with the wolves. His leaving, left Regulus, had sealed his little brothers fate and his ties to the family. His brother would become a death eater, he would fall under the dark lords power play, he would be a chess piece, he would be used and tossed aside, no more then a another body to add to the count. Sirius had been a coward, he had left Regulus to his fate, all because he was to afraid, because he had run away.
"Hey Padfoot coming to dinner?" James called over to him.
"Yeah, coming."
An. Please note this is a one shot and thanks for reading. Ps review!!!