A/N: This is most likely the last chapter of the night. Unless I finish this one in time; not sure yet. Butttt do not fret. Arthur and Alfred will now begin to develop a relationship other than not seeing each other and/or fighting.

It has been one month since Arthur has moved to Boston from England. That month has been a living hell for him. Arthur's mother has been gone for three weeks now and he is now left alone with his step-father, who has been drunk each and every night. One night, it got to be too much for him.

Arthur slams his bedroom door shut and makes sure to lock it. Fucking Christ, I have to get out now. He empties his brown satchel and puts his notebook, homework, worn green hat, and pocket knife. What am I forgetting?

"Kirkland!" Glass shatters against his door as Cyril stomps outside his room. Shit, what am I forgetting? He looks around his room quickly.

I need a heerroooo to save me now,

I need a hero (to save me now)

I need a heerroooo to save my life,

A hero to save me (just in tiiime)

He turns around and fetches his phone from under the bed, thank god I found it. He flips it open 1 New Text Message From: Mom his eyes widen. Arthur closes up his bag and slips it over his shoulder, "I'm sorry mum, and I'll have to wait until I get out of this hell hole." He slips the phone into his back pocket and opens his bedroom window. There are large pounds on his door, "Open up zis fucking door Kirkland! Open it or I svear I vill kill you and your precious mummy!"

Arthur takes a deep breath; you may just have the chance if this jump doesn't kill me first. "Fuck off Cyril you lard arse!" He climbs into his window sill and looks down. Okay, its maybe 10-15 feet, I hope it doesn't hurt too badly. And with that thought he jumped out the window and landed right on his feet causing a shock to go up his body and making him fall to his knees. He lets out a loud gasp and collapses. The last thing he sees before going into complete blackness is a pair of brown sneakers.

"His ankle…. Completely shattered… His step-father… Dead; nothing we can do." Arthur opens his eyes slightly only to see that he is in a bright room with two grown men in lab coats. He lets out a moan, "bloody 'ell what am I doing 'ere?"

The red headed man looks at him, "you're in the hospital Arthur. You fell out your bedroom window and your brother carried you here two days ago. The fall shattered your left ankle and was enough force to knock you unconscious. Any higher and it would have broken your pelvis. I say you're lucky young man." Arthur blinks and sits up in the bed; I don't have a brother… I wonder who did this then. He pulls the blanket back and sees his calf and foot fully engulfed in a black cast. The doctor walks over to Arthur and hands him a clipboard. "I am Doctor Tonny; we just need you to sign this form so we can release you to your mother." He hands Arthur a pen and sits in the chair by the bed.

"My mum? She's been gone for weeks, I haven't heard from her since Cyril said she went out. That was three weeks ago sir." He sighs and signs his name on the release form, "I would like my clothes and satchel now." He gives the doctor a hard look when he takes the clipboard and pen the basket.

"Of course Mr. Kirkland, your clothes and belongings are in the bin beside your bed for whenever you decided to get them. I shall leave you be until you are done." Doctor Tonny bows his head slightly and leaves the room, closing the door behind him. I wonder who brought me here. He slings his legs over the side of the bed and pulls his hospital gown off. Thank god I'm wearing my boxers. He looks down at his black boxers and sighs; this is why people make fun of me. I'm the emo, nerd, faggot with a temper. He grabs his t-shirt and pulls it over his head and then pulls his jacket on. "Good thing my trousers were always a bit big." Arthur picks up his baggy black pants and slips them on over his cast, then wraps his studded belt around his waist to hold up the pants.

"Doctor, I'm dressed now. You can come in, but bring my mum!" He lies back on the bed and waits for the doctor and his mom to come in, when the door opens.

"Arthur! Poppet! I'm so sorry! Please, please forgive me!" Elena rushes over to her son and wraps her arms around him, crying. He chuckles slightly and pats her back, "It's alright mum, I'm not mad at you." Arthur wraps his arms around his mom and kisses her cheek, "there is nothing to be sorry for."

She releases her son and hands him his new crutches. This isn't going to be easy at school. Arthur puts a fake smile on his face as him and his mom leave the hospital.

Arthur was lucky that he happened to break his ankle around Christmas Vacation, so now he has three weeks off of school and less time to spend trying to hide from the football team.

"School starts up again tomorrow Artie dear, do you want to stay home for the remainder of the time you have your cast?" Elena and Arthur sit at the small breakfast table in the sitting room as she pours them both teas. Arthur sighs as he takes a sip of the tea. She gives her son a worried look. Elena has not left her son alone for more than a few minutes ever since he got back from the hospital in late December, it was now near mid-January. Arthur was getting tired of it, he loved his mom but sometimes she can be a handful.

"I'll be fine mum; I want to keep up on my school work. You need your rest anyways." He looks up at his mom, who was looking out the window. Before she turns back he quickly slips a vial of whiskey into his own tea and mixes it in. Elena sighs and looks at her son with a sad smile, "if that is what you want darling. Remember, mummy loves you dearly Arthur. Now off to bed with you, there is school in the morning after all."

He grabs his crutches and walks over to her, "I love you mum, I'll see you tomorrow." Arthur kisses her cheek and heads up to bed.

A/N: Holy shit long chapter. Did not expect that. Well that is the last chapter for today. It's shower time and nap time. Oh and Cyril will make an appearance later on in the story again so just wait. PEACE OUT