-grabs a nice, big rock and hides. Begins to speak- Hiya' guys! My, my it has been awhile! Oh, you know. Things came up. School, boys, roleplays.. a new confidence in a new fandom. . I'm sorry! But I'm back! Please don't throw things at me!

But mostly all this is because of a certain terrible girl not writing anything: DBG's fault entirely- blame her for the long wait!

MobmotherSciath- Hello :D Long time no talk. I'll be on yahoo tomorrow. Or thurs.. promise.
Josh- I'm glad XD
MollyMORPHINE- go check out the 'ninja glare' on youtube! And, are you going to update Shattered soon? :D

Chapter 25
"In Which there is a Whispers in the Dark"

It stormed that night- the wind howled, whipped and shrieked through the creaks of the old house, the branches of the trees tap-tap-tapping on the old, dirty glass of the attic windows. The sky was dark, almost black from the clouds, there were no stars out and the snow was falling in heavy drifts from the sky. They were going to be snowed in tomorrow that was for sure. Tad didn't think about it though, he didn't want to do anything right now. He glanced across the room at the other boy, lying in low-cut jeans and a no shirt, messy chestnut hair... how didn't he notice? They had the same square jaw, same sharp eyes.

He shook his head. No. His imagination was getting carried away- they looked nothing alike. He never noticed it before because there was no way it was true.

He was lying on the folded-out bed, ignoring the itchy fabric of the stitches under his arms- he wore a t-shirt and Aquaberry pajama bottoms. He'd been lying there, shivering, his arm aching and sore from holding that picture up over his head and squinting at it in the darkness. But, he knew. He knew that was his father. He looked over at Johnny- his throat constricted.

Johnny Vincent was his half-brother.. so was Nicky, and Rusty and some day he'd be related to Gary Smith and Gina.. he shuddered. Oh God. No- he had to talk to Johnny and make sense of this! He forced himself up and crawle over the bed. The couch and Johnny's fort of pillows, matresses, and blankets making a bed were about three feet apart. Johnny was on his stomach laying half-off, Tad's fingers brushed his elbow if he leaned a little. If he leaned a lot he could grab his elbow and shake him awake.

Tad squeezed his eyes shut.. one, two, three. He shook him hard. "Johnny wake-up!" he gasped

"Fairy!" Johnny snapped batting away Tad's hand. Tad wondered at the contrast, his skin was smooth and Johnny's was hard and tough. "I don't care if it scares ya'! Keep offa' me when I sleep!" he barked, rolling away.

"Johnny! We need to talk!" Tad finally hissed, eyes shining dangerously

"This better be good!" Johnny sat up striaght.

They couldn't be anymore different. Johnny was so Itallian, he had dark hair and eyes, a strong face, working hands, tone mussels, dark eyes that had seen so much hurt they were narrowed but flighty- paranoid because of women and circumstances, confidence radiating off him because he was just fine wandering around naked. Tad was nothing like him, pale and thin, with soft hands and perfect hair- he'd never go anywhere without a shirt and pants because he just wasn't filled-out with wirey mussels like Johnny was- like his father was.

"This man.." he bit his lip, pulling out his wallet and held up a picture of their father. His hands were trembling and Johnny only blinked, not understanding. "Doesn't he look like.." he held up the family picture

Johnny's jaw dropped and he snatched both from Tad's hands. Eyes wide. He started to breath heavily and looked up at Tad, back to the pictures, then to Tad- going between the two- making the same comparrison's Tad had. Only, Johnny was taking it a lot worse.

"Oh, mamma della mamma oh il mio Dio. Oh Dio." Johnny stammered in Itallian

"Johnny!" Tad spat- jerking the other boy into reality, "Please for just a moment speak in English and keep your wits about you!" he sighed

Johnny glared at him, "We've got to go talk to my mother- she's the only one who knows!"

"Johnny, you're a wretched liar" he said, smiling a bit tensley, "Really.. your eyes are like books I can read them perfectly."

"Whats your mom?" Johnny asked suddenly

"M- my mom? Why do you need to know anything about mummy?!" Tad hissed, getting defensive

"What is she?! My aunt?!" Johnny yelled

Oh. Tad shrank back, the in-breeding. Thats what he was talking about. "Uhm, they're cousins.."

"...Why'd he leave my mom for your mom?!"

"Oh I don't know!" Tad hissed, "Look- it's obvious your fa- my fa- OUR father is the problem, not our mom's."

Johnny sat back down, looking down. There was a long, terrible silence until Johnny finally spoke, spilling out the whole, terrible story.

"Mamma and dad met in Yum Yum Market about sixteen and a half years ago, after six months she found out she was pregnant with me and they got married. Apparently he always had something to do up in Old Bullworth Vale- five days a week and that left no time for her and me. After five years like this mom had Rusty and Nicky- then dad moved back in with us. Then.. I was eight when he left for good after killing somone and leaving that damn note!"

Tad stared at him and sighed, "M- my.. oh my. My father lived the weekdays with us and ran his Shipping company but on weekeneds he went off camping alone. When I was five my dad left us for three years and he came home just after Chad's father was murdered and he's been home ever since."

"He didn't even leave the fuckin' city!" he spat, slamming his fist into the matress, "Bastard!"

"How didn't they catch him?" Tad exhaled, eyes wide.

"The bastard! I hate him! Hate him!" Johnny jumped up stomring back and forth. "I need to tell mamma now- okay?!"

"Yes- okay" he nodded.

Johnny stormed out and Tad slumped down and hid his face in his hands. Oh my God. He couldn't believe it.

Some more things need to be explained; this is the tip of the iceberg.
There will be no updates from here-on-out until DBG writes me a new story in the Bully or Outsiders fandom so there. If you want a new chapter hassle her.

Oh, mamma della mamma oh il mio Dio. Oh Dio- Oh, mom, mom, oh my God. Oh God.