The Love of a Silent Star
The Blood that Spills on Broken Glass Part One
Chapter Fifteen
The Past
Three groups of fifteen were made with different children, different ages, and different languages. There were the extremely young ones that could speak Japanese, others that could speak Russian and the last group that could speak English. The long blond hair boy and the black haired boy with purple eyes was in this group.
"I'm William, do you have a name?" He asked, sitting close to the blond haired boy.
"I am nobody." He stated.
"Everyone has a name. didn't your mommy give you a name?"
"I have no mommy."
While they were whispering to each other, another boy lost control. He got up and started screaming.
"We're all gonna die, there's no hope, there just gonna use us than kill us!" He screamed and ran toward William. He grabbed him by the throat and started to shake and strangle him.
"We are all gonna die! Don't you get it?" He screamed at him, continuing to shake him.
The blonde hair boy slowly got up and grabbed the boy by the arm and pushed him to the side, making him stubble and falter.
"Shut up." He said and looked coldly at him.
"But we are all gonna die." He whimpered and stood again coming toward the blonde hair boy. He raised his fist and tried to punch him, but the blonde merely moved to the side and tripped him with his foot. He walked over to the boy who was now sprawled on the ground, flipped him on his back, grabbed his collar and started to punch him.
He punched him hard enough to break his nose, and again in the mouth, splitting his lip and making him bleed. He kept hitting him, until he was pulled off my William and pushed so he was on the ground, he could now look up at William.
"Why did you do that?" The blonde asked.
"You stopped him, it's over."
"He will just cause more trouble later."
"Maybe, but if that does happen, then I will know that I have you to protect me." William said smiling softly at him. "If you don't have a name, how about I give one to you?"
"Whatever."
"Do you like Edward?"
"Why Edward?"
"Edward means blessed guardian."
"You think I am blessed?"
William laughed softly, "It is your choice if you want to be blessed, but you are a guardian for me, and for that I will call you Edward."
"Edward." He repeated as William leaned toward him and kissed him lightly on the lips.
"Nice to meet you Edward." William stated to him.
The Present
Alphonse's P.O.V
I had fallen asleep on the couch, watching the rain fall. It had slowed over the night and was now just a dribble. My stomach growled and I realized I had not eaten much the day before, with the activity of dealing with Edward and his pains. I checked his room and found no one there, so I went to the kitchen and there he was sitting, trying to eat some eggs.
His lips looked like they hurt, they were cracked and split.
"Darling sit and eat your breakfast please." My mother orders, with a somewhat nervous smile on her face.
"Okay." I reply to her and sit. She places a plate of food in front of me and I slowly eat, keeping an eye on Edward, watching him eat. His eyes remain closed as he ate.
"Eat Alphonse." My mother ordered again as she saw me watching him instead of eating.
"Sorry." I mumble as I stuff my mouth with food.
She is washing a glass as she began to talk, "Your father and I are going to have a discussion, so when he comes down I want you both to go to your rooms and stay there. I don't care what you hear just stay there. Do I make myself clear?"
"Are you two going to fight?" I ask.
"We need to discuss a few things, that's all."
"Will you be alright?" I asked concern etched in my tone.
"Finish your breakfast."
I suddenly lost my appetite so I got up and put my dish in the sink, rinsing it off.
"Are you finished Edward?"
He just got up and also placed his dish in the sink.
"Go to your rooms." She orders and I walked to the door of the kitchen when I hear Edward say to my mother, "You might have to kill him."
"I'll do what I have to for this family." I hear her reply and I started to walk again as Edward comes up behind me.
Edward and me walked to the stairs, where I saw my father standing at the top of them. He was looking at Edward as he walked down the stairs. Edward merely ignored him as we climbed by.
My father brushed against Edward and I saw him flinch at the contact. With this I knew for sure that it had been my father to hurt my Edward. I had the sudden urge to tackle him and punch the living day lights out of my father, but I restrained myself and let my mother handle it.
I was seething as I walked to my room. I hoped that my mother killed him for what he did to my Edward.