Matthew sits waiting for his Doctor to arrive in the room.

"Sorry, I'm running late today." Doc. Williams replies as he walks up to Matthew's chair. A warm smile displayed on his face.

Matthew looks up, his hands where at his sides. A stern look on his face.

Matthew straightens up. Clutching the arm-rests. "I'm not really up to talking today, I think I've talked enough." Matthew speaks up of yesterday's session. It was as promised, continued, later that day. And Matt yet-again opened up about his nightmare, or as Doctor. Williams described it as, his long lost memory. That was after-all the first time, his father. A usually warm and loving man, turned into what Matthew himself titled "a enraged monster." and the monster had for the first time, raised his angry palm, to Matthew's face. Matthew had forgotten about it, not realizing until the dreams/nightmares began, just how that affected him as a child. How experiencing that did to the little boy that he was. - It was like his world was slightly different. Changed somehow, suddenly in that short moment of his father's inability to control his anger. One feeling which had at one-time been easy to handle. - They were his children and he would never lay a hand to them. But what happened that night, that feeling of panic. - The feeling of losing his child building up inside of him, almost bringing him to tears. Until finding Matthew down in the basement, laughing. - Like it was all fun and games, like he hadn't upset the whole family. How cruel it was, Mr. Gilbert forgot that the child was only that, a child who didn't understand. He had lost it, his sense of control, and in return, he started something that he had thought for sure that he would never, ever do. He'd never be like him. - But in that moment, taking Matthew by his shoulder roughly, his anger boiling. He started acting like his own father. The father that he swore as a young man, growing up, dealing with the abuse daily himself, that he would never be. - Mr. Gilbert promised himself, to his wife later that night, when the quilt kicked in. That it would never happen again, it was a mistake. One that he'd never make again, he had just lost his senses. That was his explanation towards his actions. He had sat Matthew down, the next morning. And begged for the child's forgiveness. Crying slightly in-front of the confused little boy. "It's okay. Daddy. Don't cry. I'm sorry." - Little Matthew replied. As his father, yet-again the loving father that he knew pulled him up in a tightening hug. Not letting him go for several minutes. But that was forgotten by Matthew. And even if he did still remember, it wouldn't have mattered much anyways. -

He had never laid a hand on either child again, not until his wife passed. That's when it was starting to come back, slowly creeping it's way back in. - The reaction to hit what made him upset. The anger. His father's anger. He was bitter, angrier more then ever before. And in his grief, he blamed his own children for his miserable existence that he was now forced to live. Never-mind that they were living the same miserable life as him, that didn't matter. He just saw what he had lost, and not what the family had lost. - His loving wife. But more importantly the children lost a loving, and wonderful mother. The backbone that had kept the family together, strong and she had carried their love inside of her. Without her, there was no family, no connection. No love to be found. Nothing but anger, and bitterness, hatred.

Matthew saw his father in a different light, after that accident. And once his mother died, he saw that man be replaced with "the monster." Always to stay. - Never again, did Matthew ever really see that loving father as he was when Matthew was little. - He had his good moments with his father at times, especially those last few weeks with him, he seemed renewed. Maybe it was the woman who he found, who he was seeing before his death. But Matthew never did get the chance to see that glimpse of that father, that father that he had longed for. And it sadden him, because he really thought, his father was changing. Slightly becoming more of his old self again. Like Matthew remembered. Those few, loving years. Unafraid of angering his dad. Angering the monster. Because he wasn't like that. Not then. Why did things have to change so much for?.

"A pity." Matthew whispers.

Doc. Williams raises his head. Tilting his pen to the paper. Ready to write down Matthew's reply.

"What is?."

Matthew looks up. "Everything. Everything is, Doc."

Doctor Williams looks intentally on, turning his head slightly. Facing Matthew.

"Did you ever wish that your father, would have apologized. For his treatment of you, and your brother. Do you ever think he was regretful?."

Matthew shrugs his shoulders. Slightly unsure of his answers. "I would have hoped he was regretful of his treatment towards us, while growing up. But he never did say I'm sorry. Nothing like that. At-least not to me. So how he felt about it, I really don't know. If he did find regret, it surely didn't faze him enough to stop his behavior. To stop the abuse. But alas maybe, it was just too difficult for him to do. I'm sure it wasn't easy, raising two boys, all alone. And we didn't make it easier on him. Always getting in trouble. Doing things we knew we weren't supposed too."

Doc. Williams nods his head slowly. "I think that's a good stopping point, for today. In-less you'd like to speak more about it?."

Matthew shakes his head, while staring at the floor.

Doctor Williams gets up from his seat. His note-pad in hand. He tucks it underneath his left arm. He outstretches his right hand.

"I'll see you, tomorrow. Bright and early." Doc. Williams replies.

Matthew stares down at the man's hand. He looks up at Doc. Williams. "I'd just like to go back to my room."

Doctor Williams nods, places his hand back down to his side. "Hopefully, your be in a better mood tomorrow. You can have your brother visit, it will be visitor's day tomorrow, starting at 12:30 AM."

Doctor Williams explains, unaware of Jeff's unwillingness to see Matthew, while he was still recovering.

Matthew smiles slightly. "Sure.."

Matthew gets taken to his room, where Matt sits down on his bed. He grabs a notepad from underneath his mattress.

He grabs the pen, which was placed in one of the book's pages. He continues to write his thoughts down onto the awaiting page.

He sure hoped he wouldn't have to stay here much longer, he missed being free. Able to do what he wanted, when he wanted. Tired of being analyzed. And he was tired of having to talk. Talk, talk, talk. - Why would anyone want a job where they had to sit there, day in, day out listening to people's sad stories. Doctor Williams was only trying to help, but Matthew didn't really want help. He was really forced into it. By Jeff. How can his younger brother do that to him. He felt betrayed. He really wanted a drink. - Jeff is trying to help you, and you DO want this. It's just your demons, playing tricks on you. Trying to crawl it's way back in. Don't let it. You need to get over this, not just to be free again. But for your own well-being, your future. And for Jeff. He loves you, and he wants to be in your life. He's only done what he's done, because he cares for you and wants you back, the way you were before. Before this disease invested your body, mind and soul. He loves you. You just need to remember that. He loves you and wants you back. You, his older reliable brother. The brother that doesn't have any substance problems. Or mental issues. You only need a few more weeks here, just hang on. And you'll be better, quicker then you'll realize.

Jeff sits listening to the radio. Mark sits on the sofa, watching intently.

"You won't get much reception here." Mark explains.

Jeff looks up, nods. "I can hear that." He flips the dial, still static.

"Might aswell watch T.V. with me." Mark smiles, patting the cushion beside him.

Jeff shrugs. He gets up, leaving the radio where it was. He quickly cuddles up to Mark's body.

Mark places a arm around Jeff. And Jeff places his head to Mark's chest.

"I love you." - " And I love you."

TBC

Sorry for how late, I am again. I was uninspired for a long time. But hopefully, I can get something else written up tomorrow. More Jeff & Mark. Since this chapter, didn't really have them. I promise this is the last one with Matt. But I just wanted to clear up, why he was so upset last chapter for. It's because the dream, was really a memory, he had repressed down. And it was the start of seeing the father, that he would sadly come to know more, and more after his mother's death. Anyways, let me know what you thought. Was it just adding to the confusion?.

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