A/N I like writing short chapters and updating as soon as possible, it seems to work best for me. Fallen-chan out~!
Narrator's POV
After laying in his own blood for minutes Feliciano picked himself up with his uninjured hand and leaned into the wall to support himself where his foot could not. He longed to call for his Lovino—anyone really, but there was no one to call to and with his new found fear of his elder brother he honestly had to depend on his own strength to save himself. He pushed himself forward almost reaching the steps only to crumple to the floor gasping in pain. He pushed through again and again until finally he made his way past the horrible incline and into his room. He collapsed to the floor in a heap not able to make it to his bed and lie there hoping he'd wake up from the terrible nightmare he was stuck in.
Lovino's POV
I'd admit I went a little to far with hitting him, but how could anyone mess up as badly as he did? I cooled off in my room for at least two hours, as if waiting for something to happen, getting up due to hunger I set off to the kitchen to fix something for myself. Like hell I was eating anything cooked by that bastard anytime soon. I came across the broken vase again and my anger rose, not only did he break my vase but now there was blood, where he'd obviously tried to pick it up but gave up after cutting himself several times, dried into the expensive flooring I had bought only two weeks back. He was impossible! I spent my morning cleaning the damn floor and it still stained, when he come out of that room he's going to get it!
Narrators POV
Oh course Lovino felt slightly worried due to the amount of blood there was but it was soon drowned out by fury and pent up anger from past events. He didn't know of his brother laying alone upstairs crying in confusion, pain, and anguish.
Lovino POV
The kitchen looked as if it hadn't been touched since yesterday morning, His food was still sitting, albeit cold now, on the table untouched and my plate was still in the sink. He didn't eat yesterday? What is he stupid? I dumped his food in the compost, washed my plate, and prepared a meal for myself. The longer I sat the more worried I became, I didn't want to talk to him though that would be to much like surrendering and my pride would get in the way.
Narrator's POV
And so the too proud male sat in the kitchen tapping his foot in an inpatient manner, as if waiting for something, anything to happen. He wanted to check on his brother, even apologize, but he wasn't ready to forgive him yet. Thus he waited until finally he stood up and made to the door to go somewhere to get his mind off his brother. He was gone all day and came home thoroughly drunk, he wasn't a friendly drunk either.