Leo POV
It's been about three days since Raph was being all brotherly to me.
My arm still hurts like shell… Yesterday Don yelled at me for trying to practice just two days after getting the stitches. The first day after, I was out cold all day because of whatever Don put in that needle.
My brothers were asking questions about the bruise on my face. Yeah, it's definitely still sore. I picked out slivers from the wood that connected to my cheek. Splinter is starting to use one of his old walking sticks instead of the one he hit me with. Probably because my worthless blood was on the ends.
I mean I love my father… It's just… He's abusive to me. Physically and emotionally he beats me down.
The fourth day, I was finally allowed to practice. The only thing was, if my arm was hurting too much I'd have to stop. Also, I couldn't do the expert katas that I have grown to love.
We were sparring, and I was up against Mike. Everything was going normal. Except the fact that my younger sibling was going easy on me, like he was afraid to hurt me.
I was going in with a downward strike, when pain flared up my chest, settling underneath the left side of my collarbone. I cried out in pain, and held my hand at that spot. Falling to my knees, the pain was getting worse.
"DONNY!" Mike yelled. Don thought it was a joke at first looking at Mike with an aggravated look for interrupting his and Raph's match. Then his eyes widened in concern as he saw me whimpering in pain. Why wouldn't this STOP!?
Raph was frozen in place, for some reason. Probably because of the last few days he's been staring at the spot where the pain was. Did he do something to me? Was this 'brotherly' thing a distraction? I didn't realize that Don was trying to pull my hands away from the area.
"Leo! LET GO!" Don yelled. I pulled my hands back, trying to resist shooting my hands up again. My purple wearing brother set a warm, wet rag onto my pained spot, trying to soothe it.
After about an hour and fifteen minutes of them sitting there taking care of me, the pain finally subsided. I took deep breaths thankful that I could breathe without sharp pains running through my chest.
"W-what happened, Donny?" Mike asked. He gripped my hand and I just laid there the ground.
"I-I don't know…" Don replied. After sitting there a while longer, they took me to my room and made me stay there. I was so mad… Can't they see I'm fine after the incident?
But they made me stay in my room the rest of the day, and the whole next day. The only thing I got to do was eat, sleep, read and draw. Not much drawing though. I don't want them catching me.
The next day, I had one shell of a nightmare.
"You're so stubborn! I hate your personality, the way you get on my case even though I am trying to help you…Ya know what? I HATE YOU!" The red wearing turtle yelled. He lunged at me, and I couldn't hurt him. He is my brother. Raph hits me to the ground and pulled out his sais. He viciously stabs one into the left side of my collarbone. It switched scenes.
"N-never your f-fault…L-love all y-you. S-sorry…" I whispered, and then I couldn't breathe. But I didn't have a chance to even freak out. Darkness.
I shot up from my bed in a cold sweat. Taking in the sight of my own room and not Central Park, my breathing eventually slowed. I noticed something though. At my feet there was a wrapped gift with a card on it. Did someone actually remember my birthday?
Probably not.
But I opened it anyway. The card, I opened first. Inside, it said:
I love you and hope you have a good 21st birthday in a few days. I got you something nice. I'll give you the first part now, but you'll have to wait for the next. Anyways, Happy Early Birthday!
Expecting it to be from Mike, I took a look lower. My mouth gaped as I saw who it was from.
Love ya bro.
RaphaelI then grabbed the box and started to carefully unwrap it. I was surprised to see that a whole art set was there. How's he know?
But that question didn't matter. I smirked and hugged the set and card close to my body.
At least one brother understands me.
