So I know it's a little late and I'm sorry for that. I just had no motivation and a lot of block. But nevertheless, here it is and I hope you enjoy it :)

My eyes opened and thankfully, it was day time. The night I dreaded for 6 years was over, but I hadn't accomplished what I wanted to in that day. Not yet. I still had 2 more people to come face to face with. Both of which would be filled with emotion. I had no idea how they would react. Neither Dave or Theodore had contacted them to say I was back. I sat up in my bed and looked over at the alarm clock which showed it was 11:30am. I smiled at the fact that, despite my nightmare, I'd had the best nights sleep I'd had in over half a decade. No prison guard banging loudly on the cell door with his baton, yelling at me to get up because it was time for a breakfast that you wouldn't feed a dog.

After showering, I went downstairs and was greeted by the gleeful smile of my little brother and Dave, who stood over the oven with bacon sizzling in the pan. He turned around as I sat at the table. "Morning, Alvin, did you sleep well?" He asked over his shoulder before turning back to the hot, spitting pan.

"For me, any night where I don't get a prison guard banging on the door at 7:00am, is a good nights sleep." I replied.

Theodore looked at me. "What about the nightmare?"

I frowned at Theodore, wishing he hadn't just announced that I had a nightmare.

"What nightmare, Alvin?" Dave quizzed.

"Of... That night... You know, what happened." I answered reluctantly.

"Do you... Want to talk about it or-"

"No!" I said loudly, forgetting myself. I looked at Dave who was slightly taken aback by me shouting. "I mean... No... Thanks."

Dave recovered and turned around to pick up the plates. "Okay, Alvin. No problem."

A plate was placed in front of me filled with bacon, scrambled eggs, beans and toast. I quickly put an arm around my plate and leaned over it. Dave and Theodore looked at me oddly but then concentrated on their breakfast. Theodore reached over near my plate to grab the tomato ketchup. My instinct took over and I grabbed his arm and slammed it against the table.

"OWWW, Alvin, what are you doing?!" He yelped. I let go of his arm as I remembered where I was.

"Oh... God, sorry Theo, I..." I sighed leaned back in my chair.

He looked at me with wide eyes. I tried to explain the reason as to why I had almost broke his arm. "After being in prison, you get really protective over your food. If you don't protect your food then the other inmates will take stuff from your plate. So you have to put an arm around your plate and have it as close to you as possible. And you have to be alert. So every time I see a hand go towards my plate I... React... Sorry." I looked down sheepishly.

"It's okay, Alvin. I understand." He smiled, still rubbing his arm.

The rest of breakfast went by without further injury and I pushed my plate away, leaning back in my chair. I looked over at Dave. "Dave... Is Simon at..." It pained me to say it. "Brittany's."

He looked at me and answered quietly. "Yes, He's staying for the weekend."

I sighed heavily and looked down, closing my eyes.

"I need to see him, I need to tell him I'm sorry." I mumbled.

"I know, Alvin. If you want me to
go with you, I'll be more than happy to." Dave offered.

"Thanks, Dave but this is something I have to do on my own."

Dave nodded in understanding and cleared the table of plates. I went back upstairs and threw my hoodie on. I looked over to the shelf in the corner of my room, noticing a picture of me when I was 15. Walking over to it, I picked it up. I gazed over it for a few before looking at myself in the full length mirror on the wall.

"What happened to you?" I asked to no one in particular. It wasn't hard to notice that I'm now a battered relic of the happy-go-lucky 'munk I once was.

I place the picture face down back on the shelf, not being able to look at my old self for a single second more. I put my shoes on and took a deep breath.

"No time like the present." I whispered before opening my bedroom door and idling down the stairs. I grabbed the front door handle and heard a voice from behind me.

"Alvin?"

I turned round and saw my adoptive fathers concerned eyes.

"Don't do anything stupid, okay." he continued.

"I've learned my lesson. Later, Dave." I returned before exiting the front door.

I walked towards Brittany's home, recognising areas and recalling that fateful night 6 years ago. The street I had attempted to cross before getting hit by the car. Recognising the person as a police officer and bolting across the road, into the alley.

I reached the door of my ex-girlfriend. I couldn't believe what I was about to do. I knocked on the door and waited patiently. The lock on the door rattled as it was quickly unlocked. The handle went down and the door slowly opened, revealing my ex-girlfriend. I looked up slightly from under my hood. Brittany's hand clamped over her mouth and she recoiled.

I raised my hand slightly.

"H-hey... Britt." I stuttered nervously, putting my hood down.

Her facial expression rapidly changed into one of anger. Before I could react a hand smacked against my face causing an excruciating sting on my left cheek. I hissed and brought my hand up to my cheek and rubbed it.

Brittany grabbed 2 handfuls of my hoodie and looked up angrily. Being considerably shorter than me, she had to pull me down to her level.

"How can you just show up here like everything is OK, Alvin! You almost killed your brother!" She yelled.

"What? do you think I just came for a friendly chat?! I know everything isn't OK, Brittany! Why do think I came here?"

Suddenly, a high pitched voice came from behind Brittany.

"Mum, what's going on?"

My heart stopped and my mouth dropped open. I looked behind Brittany and saw a little boy about 5 years old. He had blue-grey eyes, dark fur and a tuft of fur on top of his head. He looked up at me and smiled ear to ear. I smile back, the corner of my mouth twitching slightly in shock

"Alvin... This is your nephew...AJ, Alvin Jr." Brittany explained.

It brought a tear to my eye when I heard her say the little boys name. She turned to her son.

"AJ, this is your uncle Alvin." She said in a high-pitched, childish manor. Placing a hand on his back and easing him towards me.

"Hey, kidder." I bent down, smiling. He ran towards me and swung his arms around my neck before I lift him up and perched him on my arm. I looked into his eyes unique grey-blue eyes an almost burst out crying. I looked at Brittany with blurred eyes

"Y-you named him after me." I smiled, with a quiver in my voice.

"Simon named him after you. It was his way of showing you that he forgives you and still loves you."

"Where is he?" I quizzed excitedly.

"He's gone to the shop for milk. He won't be long, just come in." She offered standing to the side.

I walked in and sat on the sofa, embracing the warmth of the house. Brittany came in and sat in the arm chair. Little AJ had ran outside into the back yard.

"So where's Miss Miller?"

Brittany's face saddened and she looked at me.

"Oh... She passed away,Alvin. 3 years after you went inside."

"Oh no, Brittany I'm so sorry." I gushed sympathetically.

"It's OK, you weren't to know." She said shaking her head.

A few moments of silence went by until a question entered my head.

"Brittany?"

"Yeah?." Brittany answered.

"Can I ask why no one contacted me while I was..." I trailed off my sentence. It was obvious what I was about to ask and Brittany answered.

"No one knew what you was going through, Alvin. Simon just couldn't bring himself to do it. He didn't know if you hated him or not. I lost count of how many times he went to the post office with a letter and came back with it still in his hand."

I nodded my head in understanding.

"I could never hate him, Brittany. I hated myself for what I had done. On a few occasions... I ... I held a razor blade against my neck. I thought about it a few times. But I couldn't do that to Dave and Theo and everyone else who I thought might still love me."

Brittany frowned at me and leaned forward.

"How could you think about doing that, Alvin. How selfish of you to even think about doing such a thing!" She expressed loudly

"I know, Brittany but you have know idea what I was going through in there." I tried justifying myself, but I could tell it didn't work by the angry look in her eye.

Before she could answer back, we both heard the front door open and looked at each other. Brittany's fierce frown turned into a warm smile. I stood up as a figure appeared in the doorway.

My brother, stood in the doorway, instantly looked at me. He dropped the bag on the floor and almost ran towards. I stood frozen, not knowing if he was wrap his arms around me or punch me square in the face. Thankfully it was former. He crashed against me pulling me into a bear hug almost making me lose balance. He shoved his face into the crook of my neck and spewed an almost incomprehensible string of words

"Oh my god, Alvin I missed you so much, I'm so so sorry, please forgive me, I don't blame you for what you did, I still love you a-and-"

I cut him off to show him I wasn't angry at him. "Simon why are you apologising? I should be asking you to forgive me. I could have killed you, Simon and you're telling me you'resorry."

"But I understand why you did what you did."

"No you don't 'cause even I don't know why I did it." I released him from my grip and placed my hand on his shoulders. "I blacked out, Simon. I had know clue what I had done until I had done it. I panicked and ran and I shouldn't have done. Simon, if I'd had killed you, I would have never been able to forgive myself."

"I know, Alvin." He looked at me teary eyed. "I'm apologising for what I did that night. I don't know how I could betray you like that."

"Simon... what's done is done. You've got a beautiful little boy, a gorgeous, supportive girlfriend... And I'm honoured that you named your son after me." I smiled.

"Thank you, Alvin. I couldn't think of a better person to name him after than you."

We sat and talked for hours in end until it was close to midnight. My nephew had gone to bed hours ago and I was getting tired too.

"Right err... I should be getting back home. Dave will be wondering where I am."

"Okay, Alvin. I'm glad you're out." Simon said with a honest smile.

"So am I, Simon." I chuckled, standing up.

I walked towards the door and turned to give them both a hug and say goodnight. I opened the door and the cold air attacked my bare face. Throwing my hood up, I began to walk home.

I, absently-minded, wandered along the sidewalk. My mind swam with thought of what my future may hold.

My thought were abruptly interrupted by the screech of a cars tyres. I quickly looked to my left and saw 2 headlights mere inches away from hitting me. I put my hand up to the driver.

"Sorry about that, I-I wasn't concentrating."

I carried on walking until I heard my name being called out.

"Oi Seville."

I turned to see the occupant of the car with his head out of the window. I recognised him to be my arresting officer.

"Are you up to no good, again?." He chuckled.

"Not tonight, officer." I laughed.

He smiled and drove away as I started walking again, ready to carry on with this fucked up thing I call my life.

The Real End

So there you go, it's finished :) I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. I know some of its a little cheesy but ah well, aren't all brotherly fluff ending cheesy? Anyway thanks for reading and Please REVIEW :)

P.S. there will be a thank you note at some point in the near future, when the story stops getting reviewed, for all the people that have reviewed the previous chapters and this one :)