Disclaimer: I don't own Smosh, nor anyone associated with them.
Hey guys, thanks for your reviews, faves, and follows, they mean so much to me XD and yeah...like I said, this story is going to be very, very dark, and very, very brutal on Ian and Anthony so, onc again, enjoy the bits of fluff...trust me there are going to be very few instances of those as time goes on.
Also, someone in Stalker asked, why Anthony can't forgive Frank or something along those lines. And I want to know what you think, be honest, there is no right or wrong awnser...I will not judge, yell or anything. I want your honest opinion...do you think Ian and Anthony should forgive their dad/stepdad
Anywho, on to the story.
The day had gone on normally, the others visited and stayed for a few hours, before finally departing. Ian and Kalel had to go back to their rooms, as their families came to visit them. Though he had a feeling Kalel, wasn't particularly happy with her family right now.
He smiled as his mom came to check up on both himself and Kevin, Kimberly came by with a large , pink card, covered in glitter for the both of them. The three year old beamed up at her brothers, as she enthusiastically told them about her day.
After a few minutes, his mother sent the other three out to the vending machines to go get snacks. While she stayed behind to talk to Anthony.
" What is it mom?" Asked Anthony curiously.
" Frank called...and...he said he wanted to apologize." She replied, Anthony tilted his head to the side.
" Do you believe him? After everything he's done?" He asked, looking at his mother, he hoped she wasn't implying what he thought she was.
When he was younger, he would have been willing to accept an apology in a heartbeat...but now, after a lifetime of making his life hell...after kidnapping his baby sister, and helping a psycho hurt his friends...he didn't think he could.
" No, not after he hurt you, Matt and Kimberly...although a small part of me still does..." Said his mother solemnly .Anthony knitted his brows curiously.
" Mom...do you still love him?"
" No, I could never love someone who hurt my children...one of the things about being a parent is, your children will always come first, because they're a part of you...and though I did love him once, you and the others are my first priority..." She replied, Anthony smiled softly and gave his mother's hand a gentle squeeze.
"And then he just left...just like that..." Said Ian, having told his mother what happened earlier.
" Honey, I know the relationship between you and your father is...strained to say the least, and while he had no right to say those things about Anthony. Remember that he does love you in his own way." Said Ian's mom.
" By trying to control my life? mom...he's a control freak that's why you left in the first place...he says he loves he and Melissa...but all he's ever tried to do, is control us...he doesn't understand that, I'm fine and happy where I am." Said Ian, his mother gave him a sympathetic smile and gently placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Have you tried talking to him? I'm sure if you, tried to communicate, he'd see things your way..." Said his mother, she knew that her ex-husband was very controlling...especially over Ian, but really. If the two would just sit down, and talk things over...then maybe everything would be resolved.
" I don't even think he'd listen..." Said Ian.
Mr. Hecox stepped into the meeting room, where Frank sat, he sat down before the man. Who narrowed his eyes at him.
"Your Hecox's father...I can see the resemblance." Said Frank, Mr. Hecox nodded, before clearing his throat.
" And you're Anthony's step-father...Ian told me alot about you when he was younger...and I must say, you didn't exactly do a good job of keeping that mutt in line."
Frank rolled his eyes.
" What do you want?" Asked Frank, he swore this guy had just as big of an ego, and liked to hear himself talk as much as Beth did.
" Simple, you and I we both want the same thing...we want to keep our sons safe, we want what's best for them...and unfortunately both of them would rather side with a mutt, by the name of Anthony Padilla rather than us." Said Ian's dad. Frank lifted an eyebrow, wondering where he was going with this.
" I'll bail you out of here, and we'll work together on this..."
"All three of us?" Asked a blond girl, they looked up as a young, pretty police officer walked in. Her blond hair up in a ponytail.
" Gentlemen, my dearest sister died...thanks to your son." Said the officer, looking at Mr. Hecox, before smiling.
" However, if we work together on this, everyone will be happy...you want Anthony broken, you want Ian to be more obedient...and I want them both to suffer...we go with my plan, and Anthony will be so broken...that he'll want to give up...and Ian...well after this is over, you'll have your perfect son.
So what do you say gentlemen?" Asked the blond, she smiled and extended her hand out.
They both smirked and shook her hand.
" Excellent, now...here's, what we're gonna do."
Once everyone was gone, the doctor told Anthony he'd be sharing with Ian tommorrow...that made him feel alot better...he began to cough, and immediately grabbed a napkin. He sighed and looked at the red blood on the white napkin...he sighed and after throwing it away, layed down and stared up at the celing.
" Boy, today was pretty awesome." Said Ian, Anthony looked up and smiled at his bestfriend. When he noticed the bottle of pills on the bedside.
" What're those for?" He asked.
" Those are are for my nightmares...the others um...are for something else." He replied, when Ian gave him a curious look...and then he saw the bloody napkin.
"Dude!" Exclaimed Ian, his blue eyes wide in fear.
" It's fine, I...the doctors say it'll get better, and I even have medication to help, " Said Anthony, Ian sighed and rubbed the back of his neck tiredly.
" Sorry, I'm worried and on edge...and well, its kind of scary..." Said Ian, he was used to Anthony's panic attacks...having known him for years, but after what happened...he wanted to relax, because the danger was gone.
But...he couldn't.
Yeah, I think Ian might have some slight PTSD...and yeah, so awnser the question from up top. I wanna hear what you guys think.
