Tears stream down my face. I sat there... Just... Crying...
He turns the car off and pulls me into his lap. I whimper at the pain that still resides in my lower half. I put Kuma on my seat. He holds me close to him.
"I'm going to call Francis." He says through clenched teeth. I can't let him do that. Papa will realize that he found out and he'll punish me for it.
"Non. You can't call him." I whisper.
"And why can't I, lad?"
"Because he'll punish me." I mumble. I'm not sure if he hears me.
"What was that?"
I don't respond this time. I keep crying. After a few minutes he set me back in my seat. We drove for about 10 more minutes and finally arrived at his house. Dad used a handkerchief and wiped away my tears. He quickly got out of the car and grabbed my stuff for me. We walk inside and I'm bombarded with a hug.
"Mattie!" Alfred shouted in my ear. Wow. he really was excited to see me, even though we saw each other a few days ago.
"H-Hi Al." He was hugging me rather tight. He lets go of me after a few minutes. Alfred reached his hand up and touched my cheek.
"Mattie, what's wrong? You look sad." He had some concern in his voice. Should I tell him?
"I wanted to stay with Papa." I say quietly, hoping he wouldn't notice how sad I actually was.
"But now you get you live with us!" Al shouts. He really was oblivious to how I was feeling. Most times, Alfred only cared for himself.
I ignore that. "Where can I put my stuff eh?" I set Kuma on the floor so he can wander the house.
"Here I'll show you!" He grabs onto my wrist and pulls me upstairs to a guest room. The room was nice looking, even its own bathroom. Arthur came into the bedroom a few minutes later and set my stuff on the bed. "Just make yourself at home lad."
Arthur left the room after that. I was tempted to follow him. Al was being nice enough to help me unpack my things. That took a good half hour.
"Hey Mattie, do you wanna go play hide and seek?"
"Sure Al." I said quietly.
"You're it." Alfred shouted as he ran off, somewhere into the big house. I sigh, close my eyes and count to ten. 1. 2. 3. I heard some giggling close by so he must be in a room near me. 4. 5. 6. 7. Dad's heavy footsteps filled the hallway outside of my room. He was pacing back and forth mumbling something to himself. 8. 9. 10.
"Ready or not, here i come." I quietly shout and run out of my room to start looking for my mischivous brother. I started my searches by looking in the kitchen. The kitchen looked rarely used. There was dust on the counter tops and there were no dishes in the sink. I could probably teach Arthur and Al a thing or two about cooking if i really wanted too. I search in cabinets and under tables, under beds and couches. I even looked behind a dresser.
I find myself walking down a hallway that I haven't been before. One of the doors was slightly open. I peek inside and see Dad on the phone. I probably shouldn't bother him. He was saying something in the phone, he had an angry tone of voice. I crept closer so i was standing just inside the office or study or whatever it was. The walls were lined with bookshelves, none of them had dust on them. The carpet was worn out, he must pace back and forth a lot. Dad must spend lots of time in here.
I move closer and catch what he was saying. He was speaking rather quickly.
"Why would you even do that to your own son you frog?"
I gasped. Non. Non. Non. I told him not to tell Papa. I was most likely to get punished now or worse, raped again. Merci Dieu he didn't hear me.
"My fault? What do you mean by that you sick perverted frog?"
Papa must be using some cruel logic to this. Some perverted cruel logic that would benefit him. He would probably say something like 'Well if you just slept with me than this wouldn't have happened.'
"You. You. I can't even think of a name to call you. How about this frenchie? What if i never let you see your son again?"
I heard a gasp through the phone and stood there, open mouthed and wide eyed. Why would Arthur even say something like that? I run out of the room and slam the door behind me. Arthur didn't even know I was there listening to what he was saying. I run to the end of the hall with tears pouring down my face, but was abruptly stopped by Arthur's hand on my shoulder.
He looks me in the eyes. "Lad, you weren't supposed to hear all that."
I didn't say anything to him. My expression said it all. Arthur got on his knees and wrapped his arms around me. I didn't hug him back, I stood there still crying. Dad pulled away after a few moments. "Why are you crying lad?" He whispers loud enough for only me to hear.
"B-Because y-you aren't going to let me see P-Papa again." England looks towards the floor. He takes out a handkerchief and wipes the tears away. Like that's going to make it better.
"Listen to me, if I bring you back there, he's just going to hurt you again." He sounds very serious when he says it.
"I don't care if he hurts me!" I quietly shout. I want to go back with Papa, even if he does hurt me.
"If who hurts you Mattie?"
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