Your hands shook as you dialed the number into your phone. Dirk had given up his fight with Bro and ran into your room dropping his kantana, falling beside Jake. You threw yourself against the door, barricading it. Bro was at the door in an instant and you knew you wouldn't be about to hold him back.
And that's when something snapped. Maybe it was the years of abuse or maybe you were just pissed, but you flung the door open, a very angry Bro waiting for you. In a swift move, Dirk's kantana was in your hands, though heavier than you expected.
Bro grabbed you by the hair and dragged you out of the room, "You gonna fight me little man?" He dragged your head close to his own, the scent of cheap whiskey was heavy on his breath. You stared him down, looking for any trace of your old brother in those bloodshot eyes of his. Nothing.
"Well, little man?" He taunts, his grip on your hair tightening. You let your anger build up. The years of abuse, physical and mental, sexually as well. The years of being alone, in that piece of crap house he didn't take care off. Every night you laid awake, every self inflicted scar, everything, it came together and finally, you cracked,
"YES, GOD DAMN IT!" You screamed and in the first time in your whole life, you punched Bro. Not across the face, but square in the nose. It was enough to break the shades on his nose and enough to make him let go of you for a moment. But now, he was angry.
"You little shit." He murmured, grabbing your head and slamming it against the floor.
"It was you."
Kick to the stomach
"It was always you."
Punch across the face
"You ruined me."
Slammed into a wall.
"It was all your fault."
Knee to the chest
"You w-weren't like this before, Bro."
Upper cut
"W-what happened to you?"
Boot to the face
"I love you, Bro..."
Before you lost consciousness, you saw it. It was something you thought you'd never see again. Without his shades on, you could look right through his eyes. Before you blacked out, you saw your old bro again.
The one you thought that was lost forever.
You aren't sure where you were, but you heard your name being called.
"Dave, it's time to get up, come on, now."
You mutter a 'go away' to whoever in was, attempting to roll on your side. This is a challenging feat due to the wires and tubes attached to your arms. Groaning, you open your eyes to inspect the damage.
You're in a hospital bed, bruises lining your arms and legs. You turn toward your left. Dirk was sitting beside you, holding your hand. His shades were removed, revealing a brilliant pair of golden eyes. He looks like he hasn't slept in days and judging by his clothes, you've been here more than a day.
"Hey, kid." He smiles softly at you. A smile, from Dirk, jeez, something real bad must have happened. Wait...Jake, the babies, what did happen!?
"Where's-" You did your best to sit up, but Dirk put his hand on your shoulder.
"Relax awhile, okay? He really did a number on ya."
"Dirk, what happened to-!" You continued your protest. If anything bad happened to any of those three, it would have been all your fault, you don't care what anyone says.
Sighing, Dirk helps you out of bed and into a near by wheel chair, and with a nurse's okay, wheels you off to another section of the hospital. You keep your head down, staring at your hands folded in your lap. Your bracelet, you notice, has Dave English written on it. You smile a bit at that until Dirk stops in front of a room, clicking the door open.
You continue to stare at your lap, hearing a soft heart monitor against gentle humming. You recognize Jake as the one humming, the song just so happening to be one one he sings when stressed or after a tragedy.
You close your eyes when something else hits your ear.
A whimper, no, two whimpers, those of three day old babies that were a little to cold for their liking. Jake stops humming when he notices your presence.
"David! You're awake! I thought I was gonna have to come in there and wake you up myself." Jake grins. You look up, tears pricking at your eyes at the scene before you; Jake is sitting up in bed, holding two little bundles, pink and blue, both babies are perfectly healthy and wide awake.
"They couldn't wait to meet their big brother, ya know." Jake looks over at Dirk and nods. The blonde helps you out of your wheelchair, your just realizing now how stiff your legs are, and helps you over to the bed. Jake shifts so there is enough room for both of you now.
Both babies look a lot like Jake. One of the babies has bright blue eyes, the other has green; a mix of both Dirk and Jake's eye colors. Both have dark brown hair. Their wide eyes stare at you, almost as though they are judging you.
Satisfied with this new stranger, both babies close their eyes and go back to sleep.
You stare blankly, before breaking the silence, "What are their names?"
Jake smiles proudly, "John and Jade." You smirk a bit; those had been the names you picked out.
"Look, I-I'm so sorry about.." You trail off as those tears from before threaten you once more. Jake shifts John over to Dirk so they both had a free arm told pull you into a tight hug.
"No, baby, it's not your fault." Jake coos, kissing the top of your head as you continue to cry,
"Yes it is."
"No, Dave, really. It's not." Dirk adds in, his arm tightening around you.
"Your Bro did things that brothers should never do. He needed help, Dave. It had nothing to do with you." Jake rocks you slowly.
"W-what happened to him?" You choke out.
"He's going away for a long time, hun, he can't hurt you anymore." Dirk answers.
"W-where am I gonna go." You've had an tiring ordeal, your eyes begging to slip shut
"Well, once you get discharged, you, Jake, the babies, and I are all headed back home. School goes on winter break the week after, and then it's Christmas."
By the time he finishes his answer, you're cuddled up next to Jake, sleeping soundly for the first time in a long time.
You finally had a family and could now get your life in order.
A/N: Alright, yay-whos, one more chapter (more of an epilogue) and this little puppy will be finito. I'm glad you guys read it and HAPPY THANKSGIVING!