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Even if...

Ch.2: it hurts, it'll be okay

Alfred's P.O.V (Age 15)

"Alfred! Breakfast is done!"

"Alfred? ALFRED!"

"Ugh...5 more minutes Matty..."

"Alfred! Dad's going to be up in 3 more minutes!"

"I'm up!", I cried out as I sat up in my bed, my face becoming pale from the thought of my dad figuring out I'd slept in, and sweaty from the terrifying nightmare I had last night...

Speaking of those...I'd rather...not talk about them...

"Pancakes? Really?", I asked as I came down stairs, dressed and all ready for the day, my bag full of new books, and my embarrassing work clothes. "You make these every time school starts..."

"They're a good way to get your self started for the day, Alfred.", he told me as he sat down, and started eating. His face paling, and turning away as he noticed my father come down. "G-Good mourning...dad..."

"Yea...mourning you son of a bitch."

"ALFRED!"

"So...you still doing "that" job", my dad asked me with the same smirk on his face, and then just knocked me out of my chair and started stepping on my back. "Must suck to wear something like that just to get one dollar a hour"

"I get more then that jack ass", I said irritated as he continued pressing down on my back, probably bruising it in the process. "So get off."

"Yea...because you get those tips from all those people who...you know...", he said smirking as he pulled on my hair, sadly, where my one strand of hair stuck up at...probably on purpose too..."That place isn't the most legal place in the world."

"I know...Now let. go. "

"Dad...come on, we have school. If he isn't there, or has any new bruises, people will be suspicious.", my brother told him, trying to protect me without my ass hole of a father noticing. Something he has mastered.

"You go lucky you little bitch.", he whispered in my ear, making my skin pale, and chills shiver down my spine. What is wrong with that son of a bitch? Does he feel that much of a need to be-little me?

"You alright?"

"Yea...I'll get through...", I told my brother as I got up, and rubbed my back. It's weird...a while ago, I would've been crying, but now...I just lay there and grit my teeth...I've become so pathetic...

"A-alright..."

"….Matt?'

"Yea?"

"I'm not hungry an-"

"Come on...eat...", he told me with the dark look in his eyes that tell me that if I don't do something, there would be consequences...so I ate.

Not realizing someone I would meet today...would change my life.

~First Period~

"Hey! Look who still's coming!", my albino acquaintance, Gilbert, said as I walked into the homeroom class for my group of sophomores. Gilbert and I are friends outside of the classroom, but if any of his cool friends are in his classes, he goes along with them when they bully me, then apologizes later.

"And so is the asshole who stole my brother's virginity.", I practically spat out as I noticed one of Gil's good friends, Francis. He recently started dating my brother over the summer, and...I heard things from my brothers room...and it's been pissing me off...

"Oh come on~ l'amour comes naturally...if it happens, it happens.", he told me as he messed with his own hair, as if he was trying to show off to the other students...even though he had a freakin boyfriend...what is w- is he mental?

"Come on amigo~ Of course he's protective! It's his brother.", the final one, Antonio, said as he munched on his breakfast...a tomato...you know...I don't think I've ever seen him without a tomato with him.

"Yea...So treat him well you Frenchie bastard"

"Everyone! Sit down!", the teacher cried out as he walked in, and the normally chaotic classroom settled down so no one would get in trouble. Yet...I felt anything but calm for some reason...it was all quiet...so why was my heart racing even more now?

"Hello...my name is Allistor, Allistor Kirkland.", the red head in front of us...hey...I remember that name from some where..."But you may call me ..."

"Psst...I heard he lost a brother about eight years ago...a boy around seven to be exact...no files were ever charged for some reason though...", Gilbert whispered to me in my ear as the teacher wrote his name on the board. Wait...could that name have been...

"Anyway...we have a transfer student...how about you come in...sir..."

A second later, a boy about my age walked in...though the only thing I could tell about him was his eyes, a pair of bright green orbs that shined brighter then any I have ever seen before, other then that, he was wearing a hoodie and jeans so everything else was hidden...

He seemed like any other student to me...other then the fact that after he walked in, and I looked into his bright eyes...everything faded out...and I was somewhere completely different then before...

Normal P.O.V

A boy...about 6 years old, sat in a room all by himself...he had such a small figure...his waist line so very thin, and his arms and legs looked like they could barley hold up the boys figure...and his body was covered completely in cuts and bruises...his dull green eyes looked down towards the ground...with a depressed glint in them. And all he had on was an over-sized t-shirt that barley stayed over his small shoulders, and his brilliant gold locks were a tangled mess.

In the room he was in, it was empty except for al the blood stains that stained the pure white carpet, a small, torn-up bed in the corner, a sharp object that seemed to be a knife laid on the floor with dried up blood crusting over the knife, a leather whip with blood coated on it that seemed fairly new, a small pile of completely torn up shirts, low quality bandages, and a pile of rope. The door was suddenly unlocked and opened, but the boy's gaze never left the ground.

A man well above the little boy's age, and who looked a lot like the small boy except had red eyes instead of green, walked in, closed the door, and locked it behind him. He walked over to the small boy, the small boy still not even looking up, and held his hand out revealing a small quantity of food, looked a lot like dog food, that surely wouldn't even satisfy the smallest stomach in the world, and then the boy looked up.

The boy reluctantly took the food, nibbled a little, and then practically shoved the rest down his throat, as if he had gone forever without food...even if it was such a sickening food such as dog food. Speaking of going without, the small boy was so ghostly pale that he seemed to have been away from the sun for an extremely long time.

The older man, maybe his father, grabbed the boy by his wrist suddenly after a few seconds, earning a high pitched yelp from the smaller boy, and dragged him over to the small bed. Once over there, he slammed him down and pulled the knife up off the floor, and slowly slashed it across the child's cheek. The child never let out his screams like any other child would, but he did start to tear up...almost like he wanted to cry out...but couldn't.

"It hurt's doesn't it?...You want to cry out...don't you?", the man told the small boy as he moved away from his cheek, pulled his shirt down to show where his heart would be, and traced a heart over where his heart would be. "But you can't..."master" wouldn't like that."

"….I...know.", the small boy said in a scratched up voice as the man bent down and kissed the middle of the bloody heart forming from the traced shape that's suppose to represent something peaceful...normally not counting this time. "…."master"…..would get angry...at me if...I did..."

"That's right...", he replied satisfied as he began smirking, while picking up some rope from the floor, and tying the child's small, scratched up, wrist to the bed post, and then sat in between the tiny boys fragile legs. "Now...you ready, "Slave"?"

"Yes..."Master"…."

"I love you...Arthur..."

"I love you too...father..."

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