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Warnings: Child abuse cutting

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Chapter 10: Cornered

(Gilbert's POV)

I lead Alfred to my house and to my room. Down there I turned on my laptop and logged on. I opened up chat and video called Antonio, Arthur, and Francis. They came on almost immediately.

"¡Hola!"

"Bonjour."

"Hello."

The three stopped dead in their tracks when they saw Alfred. They clearly hadn't seen Alfred so down and lifeless before.

"A-alfred." The three squeaked.

Like me the shock had settled in.

"Alfred what happened lad?" Arthur spoke slowly and lightly. He did not want to set Alfred off, who was clearly deep in though. By the look on his face they weren't happy thoughts.

Alfred looked up to me with pleading eyes. He shouldn't have to repeat what he told me. It would be too painful.

I took a breath and addressed the three looking on in worry through the computer screen. "Birdie is Alfred's brother."

"What do you mean by brother?" Antonio asked chocking on air a bit.

I began to tell them the story Alfred had told me. The three stayed silent the entire time. Listening contently they took in everything I told them.

When I had first heard the story from Alfred back at school I could hardly believe it. Alfred never seemed to act like he had went through all the pain and death he had been exposed to as a child. Matthew had been through more than him by what I had herd from Alfred. I couldn't even think of how Matthew kept his sanity through all of that, let alone facing the world every day with a past like that.

I finished talking at the end of the story.

Antonio, Francis, and Arthur stayed silent for a while. Probably trying to let the past of Alfred and Matt sink in.

Francis spoke first. "'ow is it possible for someone to be so cruel?" His voice was barely a whisper.

I concluded he was talking about the psycho that killed the two brothers parents.

I had no answer to that. I didn't know either.

"The story seems so outlandish." Arthur spoke next. "Yet it must be true."

I nodded at that.

"If Matthew is Alfred's brother than what happened to him?" Antonio asked.

"That's vhat Alfred und I need to find out. " I told them.

I looked over to Alfred who seemed to be having another internal battle. "Though maybe it vould be a good idea for only me to find out vhat happened." The reaction Matthew and Alfred had told me that maybe they shouldn't come face to face for a bit.

The three flicked their eyes to Alfred before nodding.

"That might be best." Arthur said.

"Yes."

"Oui." Francis and Antonio agreed.

I turned off my computer. The three on the other end doing the same.

"Alfred." I said. "Go home cool off und let the awesome me deal vith it. I'll find out vhat happened."

Alfred nodded before standing up and walking to the door that led out of my room. He stopped.

"Please." He puffed out before leaving.

"I vill." I promised more to myself than to Alfred.

For some reason I wanted to know more about Birdie. I couldn't push away the feeling I've been having. I didn't know why Matt meant this much to me. I've never felt like this before. Might as well go along with it. That seems like the only choice now. I couldn't turn my back on this.

I'm in too deep already.

Tomorrow I'll confront Birdie.

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(Matthew's POV)

John and Syndy came home about an hour later.

After I bandaged up my wrists I cleaned the house as much a I could.

I narrowly avoided John tonight. It helped that he was drop dead drunk. Syndy was too.

All the two did was walk in, throw up all over the living room (I had just cleaned it! Hosers.), and stumble to their room. I could very clearly hear the incomprehensible acts they were doing. I want to bleach my brain now.

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That night I barely slept.

Images and nightmares flooded my sleep. Too much pain flashed through my mind as I was reminded, like every night, of what happened nine years ago.

In the morning I set out water and Advil for John ans Syndy. They would need it for their hangovers and if that wasn't dealt with than the beating that night would hurt more.

I grabbed Kuma and my messenger bag before setting out for school. I dreaded this for one reason.

Alfred.

If I ran into him again I don't know what I would do.

At least I had art with Gilbert.

I don't know why I looked forward to it. I guess it's because he's the only one that seems to care.

Once at the gates that lead to school I felt myself being thrown against the ground.

"Well look who we have here. You've been avoiding me. Haven't you?" Cruz.

I stayed silent, looking down.

"Haven't you?!" He demanded, kicking me in the stomach.

I didn't respond. I held the place where he kicked me, suddenly feeling like I needed to throw up.

Another kick.

Followed by another.

Cruz raised his fist for a blow.

I shut my eyes, waiting for the hit.

It never came.

I looked up to see Gilbert twisting Cruz's wrist. He had an iron grip. Gilbert shoved Cruz away. Deciding he didn't want to continue, Cruz shot me an 'I'll get you back' look and left.

At that point I threw up next to myself.

Gilbert almost immediately knelt next to me. He helped me up.

I still felt queasy and had to lean on Gil's arm to keep myself up. Once my vision became less blurry and i could stand properly I let go of Gilbert's arm.

"Ya okay?" He asked.

I nod.

"Hey Birdie does he always do that to you?" Gilbert asks while pointing in the direction where Cruz left.

I nod again.

"Next time he tries to hurt you come to me. I'll shove my foot so far up his ass he von't be able to sit for some time to come." Gilbert looked dead serious.

I offer a slight smile. I cheer inside. Someone actually wants to protect and help me.

"Good. I have another question about yesterday." Gilbert says.

My heart almost stops. Did Alfred tell him about me and what happened in my past?

"Birdie he showed me a picture of you vhen you vere younger. I vant to know vhat happened und vhat's vrong?"

I feel like a deer caught in head lights.

I have no where to run.

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Translations:

Hola- (Spanish) Hello

Oui- (French) Yes

Bonjour- (French) Hello