Zane: You're seriously already updating this? Don't you have other stories to update or something?
DMG808: You know I do, Zane, but I feel like working on this one. You just want Mama Mia Meets GX to be over, don't you?
Zane: I know I won't like the end of that one…
Syrus: I'm not in that one though!
DMG808: See? At least I'm making someone happy that I' updating this!
Syrus: … I didn't say I wanted you to update this…
Zane: Am I always going to be the one who finally makes you actually write this?
DMG808: Maaybe. Anyways, I don't own Zane or Syrus, but I do own their parents and the plot. I also don't own the song this is named after.
Syrus: Please enjoy! Or not enjoy. I don't know which you're supposed to do for a story like this…
Zane: Don't think about it too much Syrus. It will only confuse you.
DMG808: And now onto the story!
Chapter 2
I quietly make my way to my room, down the hall, last door. I can already hear yelling coming from the other room, but at least Syrus is with me this time.
As I push my way through my partly open door, I realize that I have nowhere to put my baby brother. I feel the deep pain my mother had inflicted on me really taking a toll and I feel my arms feeling weaker with the added weight of Syrus.
Then I remember Syrus doesn't crawl yet. It should be okay, then, if I put him on my bed, right? He can't crawl off.
I lay him down and he looks up at me with his gentle grey eyes. He looks kind of tired. I take my pillow and put it in between him and the edge of the bed. The other edge is right next to the wall, so I don't have to worry about that.
For once, I can hardly hear my parents fighting, but I can feel my back stinging in too much pain. I pull off my shirt carefully, trying not to let it hit my back too much as I raise it above my head and I lay it out on the floor, the back of it facing up. There's a little bit of blood on it, and I wonder how Daddy didn't see it.
If I tell him, Mommy will hurt Syrus and me more, but I really want to tell him. Mommy really scared me.
I shake the thoughts from my head and I decide to go to the bathroom so I can look in the mirror. First, though, I check on Syrus, who had fallen asleep on my bed. He's so tiny. I can't believe Mommy hurt him. His little cheek has a hint of red still on it.
I discreetly open my door, listening for their fighting, which, of course, I can still hear loud and clear. I quickly sprint to the closer of the two bathrooms, closing the door behind me. I step up the short stepping stool my parents bought me. I turn around, wary of the small space provided to move. I turn my head to look in the mirror, and see red lumps all across my back, making me whimper and tears fall down my cheeks.
Then my tummy rumbles. I haven't had breakfast yet. I'm hungry. I consider for a moment going and getting something to eat from the kitchen, but I don't know how to make anything. I wonder if Syrus is hungry. I'd ask him, but he can't really reply.
I back walk down the steps and onto the cold floor, making my way out of the bathroom and back to my room. Syrus is still asleep on my bed, looking sweet and relaxed. I will protect him, even if it's from Mommy.
I sit beside him on the bed and push my finger into his little fist, which he unconsciously grabs onto, making me smile. The pain hurts so much less knowing that I'm protecting this precious infant from further harm.
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A man walks into the room of his oldest son, who is asleep on his own bed with his baby brother. His finger is being held by the baby and they both sleep the same way, with their stomachs up. For some reason, the older boy is not wearing a shirt though it is a bit chilly.
The man sits besides his children, his precious, precious sons. He puts his hand on the older boy's head, his fingers feeling his soft, dark teal hair.
"I don't want to leave you." He whispers, so as to not wake his children. "But I have to go. Your mother will take good care of you both. She loves you very much. As do I. But…" He pauses, making sure that the boys, specifically the older one, are still asleep.
"I had an affair with another woman and I got her pregnant. I want to take care of her, and your mother is a lot stronger and more capable of taking care of her kids." He proceeds to tell them. Maybe someday they will actually remember this conversation.
"Take care, my boys, and be well and grow up strong and happy." He says before kissing each boy on the head before leaving out the bedroom door and then the house for the final time. He knew he would never return.
Inside, a young boys heart was about to be shattered by the news of his father's departure and the fact that there would no longer be anywhere safe in the house for the two Truesdale brothers.
Zane: You really are evil. I hope you know that.
Syrus: Who was the man?
DMG808: … I am praying you're not serious.
Zane: I am too, but I doubt that's the case.
Syrus: Hey! I was asking for confused reader sake! I know who it is.
DMG808: Sure you do, Sy. Anyways, please review, but don't flame. And sorry about the slow update, but I have been having trouble continuing stories lately. And no it is not writer's block.
Zane: Whatever you have to tell yourself.
DMG808: Hey, that's my line!
Syrus: Time to go! See you in the next chapter!
