Being an assassin and all, Matthew knows some people. This is how he managed to call a 'clean-up service' to dispose of Ivan's body and all the stains as well. The scene would vanish by early dawn and all would be right with the world… Or whatever.
But as it stood for Matthew, driving seemed to be a lot harder than he had initially thought, what with his injuries and all. They started hurting tenfold after the adrenaline wore off and he was really hurting by the time he got back. He almost forgot to worry about his family's reaction to all of this. Almost.
As Matthew's car pulled into the drive way he glanced at the clock and winced. It was 12. At night. Shit. Matthew took a deep breath and coughed, holding his side. Right, cracked rib. Shit. His heart started beating rapidly as he remembered how he promised Alfred that he would tell them everything. Every single thing. Shit. It was only at the jolt of pain that he realized he was hyperventilating. The teen grabbed a plastic bag that he found in the glove compartment and held it up to his mouth, sealing it around his lips as he forced himself to slow his breath. Shit.
What was going on with him? He had pulled the trigger on countless people without even blinking. He had been chased by ruthless people countless times without flinching. He had been at gun point more times than he could even begin to imagine and yet he was freaking out about telling his family a secret?
Matthew bit his lip and turned the car off. He realized he was still in his disguise as he was getting out of the car and swore under his breath. He ripped the wig off, taking the wig cap with it and brushed through his hair with his fingers removing the clips along the way. The adolescent reached into the compartment beside his seat and retrieved a baby wipe (shut up, they are useful) and wiped off his make-up while removing the fake piercings at the same time. He grabbed his glasses, removed and stored his contacts, and slipped his glasses on. The blonde removed his black hoodie and replaced it with his blue one.
Sighing, Matthew forced himself out of the car and took much smaller deep breaths as he made his way to the door. He felt as if his heart and head were going to explode. He reached for the handle, twisted it, and swung the door open. The reaction was instant.
"MATTIE!? OH MY GOD, MATTHEW!" Alfred screamed immediately before sprinting into the foyer from the kitchen. He ran up to his brother and wrapped his arms around his shoulders. Thank god it wasn't his torso. The oldest returned the hug as he saw his dad and papa running in seconds later.
"Matthew, lad! Where in the BLOODY HELL have you BEEN!? We've been worried sick!"
"Mon Cher! Oh, Mon petite! We are so glad that you are okay!" Matthew's parents cried as they both embraced their children.
"Mais, définir le mot bon." The wavy haired teen mumbled. His papa heard him though and pulled away.
"What is wrong, Mathieu?" Upon closer inspection, Francis saw the large bruise on the side of his sons face and gasped, crystal blue eyes widening. "MON DIEU!"
At the outburst the other two members of the family backed up and saw the dark splotch on Matthew's face as well.
"Mattie, what the hell?!"
"Dear god, my boy!"
Matthew shifted uneasily under their shocked gazes and tried to swallow the lump forming in his throat. He felt tears prickle at the back of his eyes and held them at bay for a bit. That is, until his dad walked up to him and put a comforting hand on the teen's shoulder.
"Do you need to sit down, love?" Arthur asked concern shining in his emerald eyes. That was when the dam broke loose. Tears started flowing down Matthew's cheeks as he nodded. All three members of his family were stunned because they hadn't seen the oldest cry since he was very little. They rushed him over to the couches in the living area and started fussing over the now sobbing teen.
"I-I'm s-so sorry, g-guys. I n-never m-m-meant to worry a-anyone. P-please f-forgive me!" He cried rubbing at his eyes, having removed his glasses when he started crying. It didn't help that his ribs were still hurting like they just got a wrecking ball hit into them. The others glanced at each other before kneeling down in front of him so that he wouldn't have to look up at them.
"Mathieu, we will love you no matter what. You need to know this, oui?"
"Yeah, bro. 'Sides you are totally awesome, like, all the time." Alfred said warmly, flashing his large grin but with a tad of uneasiness added in there. Matthew cursed himself for being so weak and wiped away the tears, pressing the heels of his palm against his eyes to stem the flow of water.
Finally, after a few shaky, shallow breaths, the teen was done crying. He sniffled and looked at his family who were still crouching to his level.
"Stand up, you three. You are going to wreck your knees." He said giving a few wet chuckles. The others sighed and sat on the chairs across from Matthew, leaving him to feel quite lonely. They locked their gazes back onto the strawberry-blonde after giving him a few minutes to recuperate. He looked back and started.
"I should probably tell you why I have been disappearing and getting money, which reminds me." Matthew said as he lifted the briefcase onto the couch beside him and clicking it open to reveal the one million dollars in unmarked bills. There was a collective gasp.
"M-Matthew, dear, where did you… How much is that?" Arthur questioned looking awestruck at the amount.
"Around one million dollars. Before I continue with my story, can I get you guys to promise me something?" He asked hopefully not even slightly deterred at the amount of cash he had beside him. His family, on the other hand, was having a hard time grasping the fact that they had one million dollars in their living room but tried to push through it.
"O-Oui, Mon amour? What is it that you want us to promise?" Francis asked gaze shifting from the money to his son in concern.
"Promise me you won't be disgusted or hate me. I know you said that you will love me no matter what, but promise me you won't throw me out or something. Please?" The violet eyed teen begged. Matthew's family looked on in surprise but nodded all the same. Matthew bit his lip hard.
"It all started when Uncle Alistair came to visit back when I was 8…"
There was a knocking on Matthew's bedroom door. The little 8 year old stumbled over to the door, leaving his Tin Tin comic book behind to grab the handle of said door. He opened the wooden portal and saw his uncle standing in the doorway, bright red hair and all.
"Hello, Uncle. Is there something you needed?" The young boy asked the man.
"Guid mornin' wee un. You gotta' come wi's for a li' while." He replied in all of his Scottish glory. Matthew's face twisted in confusion before he sorted through the words carefully and found the meaning.
"Okay, Uncle. I'll come with you in a second, let me just put a bookmark in my book." The Scotsman nodded and Matthew ran over to the spread out comic slipping a piece of paper into the comic before turning and running back to Alistair. The man held out his hand and Matthew held the calloused hand with a giggle that made the redhead smile.
Alistair led the small blonde boy past the other rooms and out to the car. He buckled the child into his car seat, closed the door and sat in the driver's seat of the car. The Scotsman turned to Matthew, who was looking back curiously, and smiled.
"Dinna fash yersel, yer ol' man sayd it'd be righ' kind if A took ye out fo' a spin." The young boy took a moment before he smiled.
"Where are we gonna go? Can we get ice-cream? Maple ice-cream?"
"Lik' A sayd, dinna fash yersel." The man said before pulling out of the driveway.
After driving for a while they finally made it to their destination. Matthew leaned the side of his face against the window and tried to read the large sign above the door of the building.
THE GUN DEALER: WITH INDOOR RANGE
Matthew, being only 8, knew as much about guns as his parents taught him. So basically bad and wrong. Knowing this, the young boy shifted uncomfortably and unbuckled himself waiting for his uncle to open his door. When Alistair finally opened the door, Matthew spoke up.
"Uncle, aren't guns bad? Why are we here?" He asked violet eyes shining in curiosity.
"Matthew guns arna bad. T'ayl be protect'n ya un dauy. T'ayl come a time wen the goovernmint will force drafts upon the lot of ye. Lahk wen they trahd during Afghanistan. No nephew of mine will be forced int' a war withoot the knowin' of a gun. Jus' dinna tell any 'bout this, ay?" The red-head explained in the amount of time it took to get out of the car, close the door and walk up to the door.
"Okay, Uncle. I guess that make sense."
"Guid man. Nou, A wan' ye te practice as mooch as ye c'n, promise?" He asked opening the door and leading Matthew in.
"I promise, Uncle."
Hi people! I'm back! So wow. You guys are actually amazing. I come back to all of this heart-warming, positive feedback that made me smile so hard my cheeks hurt :')
Now, about this chapter: I am sorry. I could really see Alistair (Scotland) doing this and being a paranoid troll. I also feel so bad for torturing Matthew. So bad. I swear that I love him. I do. Also, next chapter is sad, again. I'M SORREHHH! *hides*
Translations
Mon petit = My little (My little one)
Mais, définir le mot bon = But, define the word okay (Depends on what you mean by okay)
Guid mornin' wee un. You gotta' come wi's for a li' while = Good morning little one. You have got to come with me for a little while
Dinna fash yersel, yer ol' man sayd it'd be righ' kind if A took ye out fo' a spin = Don't worry, your father said it would be okay if i took you out
Lik' A sayd, dinna fash yersel = Like I said, don't worry
Matthew guns arna bad. T'ayl be protect'n ya un dauy. T'ayl come a time wen the goovernmint will force drafts upon the lot of ye. Lahk wen they trahd during Afghanistan. No nephew of mine will be forced int' a war withoot the knowin' of a gun. Jus' dinna tell any 'bout this, ay? = Matthew guns aren't bad. They will protect you one day. There will come a time when the government will draft everyone. Like when they tried during Afghanistan. No nephew of mine will be forced into a war without knowing how to use a gun. Just don't tell anyone about this, okay?
Guid man. Nou, A wan' ye te practice as mooch as ye c'n, promise? = Good man. Now, I want you to practice as much as you can, promise?"
I am so sorry about all of that. ^ This will never happen again. I am so bad at Scottish slang, I don't even-
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