Al was walking through the streets of his lovely town alone. It was a Friday night and his father and brother didn't care where he was and it's not like they gave a shit anyways, they always ignored him. Oliver didn't notice when he walked out the house and no one, not even his own fucking brother, came after him until they realized he was gone. Al bet they didn't even notice he was missing and he's been out for an hour. He silently growled. His brother and father sucked. They never cared about him and when it was all three of them alone, he was forgotten. It always hurt because his existence was never acknowledged unless Al walked off by himself or Oliver forgot he was there and sent himself into a panic thinking he had lost him in some way. There was one day Oliver thought he had died and started to plan his funeral when Al was really sleeping over at a friend's house.

His phone rang and it was Oliver calling. His red eyes glared at the screen and he ignored the call. Now they care about him? Yea fucking right. This happens to him so often. First, Al leaves. Next, Oliver or Matt notices. Then Oliver has to call him to know where to pick him up and bring him home then promises to give him the same amount of attention he gives to Matt and doesn't keep the promise too long causing this to happen over aagain It was terrible on him. If Oliver knew the torture he had to endure on a daily basis, he would actually do something about it. His stomach growled and he clutched it. He didn't eat anything in the last couple days and didn't want to eat anything now, in fact, the mere scent of food nauseated him. A while a go he weighed himself and realized he was overweight and when he looked in the mirror, all he saw was a fat cow. Starving himself and extensive excercise was his own way of losing the extra weight.

He came at the street his father's apartment was on and decided to pay him a visit. He visited a while ago to get his baseball bat but he ran out of the apartment when he received a hug from him which he found strange. He was used to Francois not showing any fatherly affection and to have a hug and hear an apology from him was strange. After storming off from their old home Oliver had told them they weren't allowed to go back to the apartment which, in a way, crushed Al. Sure his father was the shittiest one in the world but there were times Francois acknowledged his existence and interacted with him. On the way to the apartment, a large light shined on him. He stopped and looked to see a car coming for him. Al tried to run from it when-

CRASH!

The car hit him and when it did, it didn't come to a halt, it kept going. Al tried to get off the ground but his arms felt like jelly and he was starting to feel himself going between the land of the living and the land of the dead. He gave up his struggles of picking himself off and continuing on his way as a crowd gathered around him. A woman had gotten her phone out to call the police and an ambulance as a man was trying to get him to keep breathing and stay alive. He wished they would stop but he couldn't find his voice to tell them to stop. Suddenly he heard footsteps coming from an unfilled gap in the crowd that was made for an ambulance when they finally came and he thought it was the paramedics when it was Francois.

Francois was walking down the street when he saw the familiar brown-red hair and went into full-panicked father mode when he thought it was his son and as he walked into te semi-circle, his worst fears were confirmed. There was his son laying in his own blood, his clothes dirty as a result of whatever happened to him. He couldn't move from where he was standing. As he looked at his son, his mind flashed back to the memories of beating him and Matt. Every bruise, every cry, every occaisionally cracked bone. The memories proved too much for him to handle now and he ran away from the scene hoping Al hadn't seen him.

Al watched him run. Lifeless red eyes flashed disappointment when he saw him running away. He thought that Francois would have changed and come into the circle to comfort him but no. He ran away like a coward. The ambulance came and paramedics rushed out to help him. All felt like slipping away from life. He knew it. His family didn't give a shit about him. His brother and one of his fathers ignored him and his other father was never there for him. As he was lifted into a stretcher and into an ambulance he felt his grip on life slipping away. He faded in and out between the world he was familiar with and the world he wasn't familiar with. He didn't hear the words the paramedics were saying to keep him on the consciousness because everything was just becoming a blur. Finally he lost his battle with keeping awake and he just let the darkness take over him as his vision turned black and sweet nothing took him away from the pain.

Francois ran home. He couldn't bear to see Al like that any longer. It was hard since he knew that was why Oliver left and took the boys. In a deep corner of his heart he knew that running away wasn't a good idea but seeing him like that was intense. He didn't know the whole story but he knew something bad happened to him. What if... What if Al died? No! He couldn't deal with it if Al died. The guilt of not being with his son in his final moments would eat him up to the point where he felt he would feel like more of a deadbeat than he already was. Tears pricked in his eyes but he didn't let them fall. He didn't want to think about it.

He walked into his apartment to see Andres and Akbar on the couch watching a movie and eating a pizza. He walked over and joined them by grabbing a slice and sitting on the couch. Andres noticed him since he was sitting next to him and waved a small hi then turned his attention back to the movie. The Spaniard didn't know why but he got the feeling Francois liked him. He thought he saw Francois checking him out when he got out of the shower and walked out without a shirt on and the nosebleed was a dead give away that he was being turned on by something. Andres didn't know what to think of it. He liked him so far but he didn't know if he were ready to fall in love with him since he never had good luck in love.

The house phone rang and Andres went to answer it. He was on the phone for a few seconds before handing it to Frenchman took the phone and was surprised to hear from Oliver who was sobbing into it. He stayed patient until the man on the other line finally collected himself enough to get a sentence out.

"Francois... Are you still there?"

"Oui. What is it Oliver?"

"It's Al... H-he got hit by a car!"

"What?" Francis tried to make it seem like it was news to him but after seeing Al like that, he hoped he sounded convincing.

"He walked out of the house without letting me or Matt know and he got hit by a car walking to your apartment!"

"My apartment?"

"They found him laying in a bloody mess at the crossroad going to your apartment so I just assumed he was heading there for reasons I wouldn't know and can't seem to find out now. If you're actually interested in your son's well-being then we're at St. Michael's Hospital." With that, Oliver hung up. Francois secretly hoped Oliver wouldn't call him but he did. He was at a fork in the road. If he went then Al could possibly remember seeing him there but if he didn't then Oliver would not let him hear the end of it for not visiting his son.

"Who was that?" Francois kept his melancholy gaze on the phone and tuned out Akbar. Should he go or should he stay here? Eventually he answered his roommate and he knew if he didn't the answer would be annoyed out of him.

"Oliver. He called me."

"Why? I thought you guys stopped talking after the divorce went through."

"Al got hit by a car walking here and they're at a hospital right now. I don't know if I should go."

If no one has noticed earlier, Francois wasn't the best father and husband. He was pretty cold-hearted and abusive; physically, verbally, and emotionally. He'd get drunk, hit on Oliver and the kids a little bit and maybe, in his drunken state, do some stuff with his husband. The memories hit him like a tidal wave seeing Al on the ground lying there in his own blood and not moving. It bugged him and it gave him an unfamiliar yet unsettling feeling. Something he never felt before and it almost scared him to be feeling like this. It was a mixed feeling of not wanting to do something but at the same time he has to do something.

"You have to go." Akbar spoke up.

"Que?"

"You heard what I said."

"Non. I can't. Oliver would just start to talk shit about how I finally start to care for my family and I, for one, do not want to endure his shit tonight."

A harsh hand was brought to his face. The hand print wasted no time in appearing on the surprised Frenchman's face as he looked at Andres who had his hand drawn out as if he were ready to strike again. He slapped him because his son needed him and it reminded him of his childhood in Spain and his mother was struggling to take care of two boys on her own with no financial aid. It left a bitter taste in his mouth when fathers left their families behind with nothing and isn't there for their kids intentionally. Andres turned and glared at him.

"You are a selfish man! Your son needs you and you aren't there for him, you and your ex have to put your differences aside and think about him because he's going to need his parents for the tough ride that's coming up. Are you going to stay here like a fucking coward or are you going to be a good father and go be there for your son?" Francois had to admit, he had a point. Life was throwing him one more chance to start being a good father to his sons and he was running away from the chance. He knew what he had to do. He stood up, took his keys, and ran out of the apartment.

Al was laying in his hospital bed and staring at the celing. He had forgotten what happened to land him here. He had been told he got hit by a car in a hit and run on his way to his father's apartment. He hadn't remembered why he wanted to go to his place or why he left the house in the first place. Heck, he didn't even remember he had a brother or another father. Everything was a blur and all he could remember was being in a black void and waking up to a blond to pinkish hair toned man with crooked teeth and some blond kid his age with long hair and sunglasses. His head hurt so bad that it hurt to think about them. His door opened and he heard more footsteps. A doctor had come in and checked some stuff.

"Hey Al, how are you feeling?" Al couldn't answer. The words were definitely forming in his head but when he opened his mouth, no sound came out. The doctor wrote that down on the clipboard. He adjusted the bed a little then asked Al to try talking now but the same thing happened. No sounds came out. Just nothing. He walked out of the room again and left the teen to just stare at the door. Confusion was in his mind and he couldn't make sense of the situation. He didn't know who he was, he didn't know the people who said they know him, he didn't know anything. Althought, he did feel hungry but something in his mind was going off and telling him not to think about putting anything in his stomach.

The door opened again and the two guys he met earlier came in but this time with another man he thinks he saw before. As if this were really a JRPG, a series of memories unlocked and he saw many flashes of the man in a terrible light. One with his hand raised. Another with a belt in his hands. And another with a bottle in his hands. Even a few with guns or a knife. He could hear his harsh foreign voice yelling at him and threatening him and it scared him. He was heavily breathing when the man came closer and he wanted to run but he couldn't. The man reached out a hand and he flinched but instead of being hit with it, it gently came down on his head.

"I'm glad you're alright."

"Now you're glad one of us is alright? You never cared for us before and now you decide to give a shit about us." The blond look alike asked, glaring at the man and he looked as if he were about to punch him. The other man held him back and tried to put his fist down to keep him from causing harm.

"Now, now, now Matt. Watch your tongue, he's still your father." The boy who was now dubbed as Matt shrugged away from the other man's grasp.

"I don't give a flying fuck!"

"You better watch your mouth young man!" Matt turned around to him and got up close to his face.

"Do it you fucking bastard. You wanna hit me, I know you do and there's no one stopping you." The man shook his head and stepped back from Matt.

"I'm not going to do it. I'm beyond hitting anyone in a hospital." Matt rolled his eyes and dryly laughed.

"You turned into a real fucking coward without your punching bags, you know that?" With that, Matt walked out of the room and none of the older man dared to follow after him and they looked like they were disappointed with his behavior. It seemed as if they ignored it and returned their attention back to Al. The usually violent man from his memories looked at him worriedly along with the other man. In his memories, he could swear he was different than now. The usually gruff voice now had a more soft-spoken and had a nicer tone to it.

"Matt doesn't mean a word he says love, he's just letting out some steam."

"How can you say that Oliver? When he's around me or Al he has a bad attitude but when it comes to you he's nicer."

"Please don't get into your other son Francois. We're here for Al, remember?" Francois nodded and looked back at him. If Al could say anything now he would ask who they were and how they were related to him. His memory was so screwed up now he couldn't think straight. Why did Matt carry so much anger? The man whom Al guessed was Oliver took his hand into his own and rubbed it with the pad of his thumb. As if on instinct, Al took his hand back with a scowl on his face. Oliver sighed and stepped back.

"I guess he remembered his feelings towards me." Feelings? What feelings? Did Al hate him or something? He had to admit that he did feel anger bubble in his chest when he first opened his eyes but he didn't think anything of it but now he was sure hatred was fueling up. The reason for the hate wasn't coming clear but he could recognize the hatred he felt for Oliver.

"What did the doctor say about the situation with his voice?" Oliver looked like he was about to cry but then took Francois' hand and led him out the room as if there were something he didn't want him to know. Al didn't care. He didn't even know who he was or who they were so what did it matter to him? He look out the window. All the lights and heeven saw a few people in the windows and if he listened closely and ignored all the beepings of the machines surrounding him, he could hear them talk about their lives.

He just stared out the window and listened as if he were an angel in the room with them and no one could see nor hear him. Outside of the room he could hear sobs. He wanted to get out of this room and see what was happening. It was funny how he ccould still hear but not speak. Each time he tried nothing would come out. No sound. He started to wonder what he sounded like. Maybe he had a gentle voice or maybe he had a voice that made him sound like he was from somewhere else like Oliver, Matt, and Francois do. Al wasn't sure but when his voice came back he would know. The door bursted open and someone else came in.

The other stranger looked like he was around his age and his appearance was different from the people he met so far. He had a light tan and dark auburn (almost red in his point of view) hair with a stray curl and unique purplish-pink eyes with red pupils. He was wearing regular clothes and he looked like he was crying a little but the unshed tears remained in his eyes. The boy rushed over to him and wrapped his arms around him as he cried. Al was surprised but eventually started to hug him back and comforted him through the tears.

"I thought you died. You scared me so much Al, I couldn't deal with thinking you died and if you did then I never would have gotten to see you again!" He cried. Apparently it was someone else Al knew but with the new comer, the teen felt like he should kiss him and he felt butterflies in his stomach just looking at him and being close to him. This was a new feeling; one he never felt before and it was a strange feeling. Could it be that he loved this guy? He gave the stranger a smile and tried to say that he was fine but, same as before, no sound came out. The boy smiled back and kissed his lips.

"I couldn't help but worry about you. You scared me to death but I can let that go. You're still alive and that's all I care about." They kissed again when the door opened behind them and the other boy was pulled away from them. Oliver had a furious look on his face as he looked at the stranger.

"What the hell are you doing here Luciano? I thought I told you never to come near my boy ever again!" Luciano frowned and took Al's hand in his.

"I'm as worried about him as you were! Damn near got a heart attack when I heard about him getting hit!"

"How did you hear about it?"

"Matt called my brother, how do you think I know?" Oliver raised his hand to slap him but then put it down.

"I'm not even going to. As much as I hate you I don't want to go to jail yet. Just don't do anything you'll end up regretting." Oliver walked out of the room and they kissed again. Luciano slid his tongue in his mouth and Al was surprised. If some sort of noise would come out of him now, this would be a good time for one to happen. Luciano broke the kiss and smiled at him.

"Little speechless now? Your brother did tell me that you can't say anything but don't worry. Soon your voice will come back and we can resume life as we know it and all the good shit." Al barely listened to a word. His eyes were fixed on the curl that was sticking out and it was calling his name. Slowly, he reached out to touch it but Luciano caught his hand in time.

"Nu-uh! Not yet big boy, we can't do it in a hospital. When you get out we can but for now, save the visions of me naked for a box of tissues and maybe a pillow." Luciano walked out and swayed his hips a little. The teen didn't know who that boy was or what he meant to him but he was hoping to make a quick recovery so he can be with him again.

Meanwhile outside of his recovery room, Oliver and Francois were having a talk and Francois felt as if his heart were to stop. They couldn't be serious about Al! They can't do that to his son! Tears threatened to fall from his eyes as he thought about what life could be like for him. No father should not have to see his son go through that. Oliver was as saddened over the news as Francois was because it was his fault Al was in this situation. If he wasn't such a failure at this parenting thing then his son would be safe.

"Mr. Kirkland and Mr. Bonnefroy, a word with you both?" A doctor said coming up to the despairing couple.

"What is it? Any other forgotten operations you need to perform on my son? Amputate him? Take out his spine?" Oliver spat.

"No, its nothing like that. I told Al what was going on and gave him a pen and a pad to write down what he wanted to say."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"I asked him if he remembered who his family was and he said only what he remembered from memory flashes did he remember you, Mr. Bonnefroy, and he remembered his feelings towards Mr. Kirkland. I think in addition to your son's other problem, the accident must have also given him a dose of amnesia."

Matt was around the corner listening to the conversation. His brother had two things wrong with him. This just keeps getting better and better. The dark-haired bastard won't be able to talk and he won't remeber things for a while! Matt walked back outside to where Luciano was standing in a smoking zone taking drags out of a cigarette. The teen joined him and took out his own cigarette and lighter and lit up. Luciano looked at him but then looked back.

"What are you smirking for bastard?" Luciano said coldly.

"My brother won't be able to talk and he has amnesia and it means that we can be reacquainted with each other~"

Matt reached an arm to wrap it around Luciano's waist and the Italian shrugged away in response. A year ago they started an affair behind their respective boyfirned's backs and that dark secret came to the light just last month. It had taken until last Monday for Al to forgive him and move on with their relationship but now, Al loved him again like he used to but he forgot about what happened. Luciano was happy he couldn't remember cheating on him with his brother but he felt guilty with it being a blind love until he remembers. After cheating on Al the first time he had a notion of what he would be losing but he didn't think he would find out and then Flavio caught them in bed together.

There was screaming, crying, and yelling going on when just his brother saw them together but Al's reaction was much more violent. Luciano took a moment to remember what happened the day he found out.

"How many times do I have to say I'm sorry!" Luciano yelled after him. Al just found out about his and Matt's little affair from Flavio and he was pissed. A year. A whole fucking year this affair has been going on and fucking Flavio had to find out and tell! The American turned around and glared at him. Anger, pain, and unshed tears were in his red eyes.

"You're only fucking sorry you got caught. You aren't sorry for taking my trust for granted or lying to me that I was the only one and you had no one on the side and you made me believe that I was the only one getting you in bed and most of all..." Al took a moment to pause and try to keep the tears in his eyes from falling. "Most of all, you made me think that I was still the only one you loved. How do you expect me to forgive that?"

"I'm sorry... I wasn't thinking about you but Matt was just so persuasive and I was so lost in everything. Please forgive me. I will do anything." Luciano placed his hands on Al's chest. He looked at him and more tears threatened to fall. Al looked away and took his hands off.

"No. I can't forgive you for this. I ccould have lived easier if you had told me the truth in the first place but you affair was going on a for a year right?"

"Si."

"I can't forgive as easily as Flavio can and I don't think I can move on from this."

"W-what are you saying?" Luciano started to cry. He loved Al so much and he didn't mean to keep the affair with Matt going as long as it did. He lived with the guilt for a year and had easily ignored it but now that Al knew, the guilt became hard to live with.

"Luciano Vargas, it's over between us." Luciano's eyes widened and Alfred tried to walk away. The Italian tried to grab his wrist but Al just took his hand away. Before he was completely gone, Luciano said,

"I'm sorry I fucked your brother for a year! I'm sorry I threw away your trust and love and made you believe all those things! Just please find it in your heart to forgive me!" Al turned around and this time the tears slid out of his eyes as easily as they welled up and as the tears fell the red irises were now cold and lifeless.

"Ha, I don't have a heart anymore. You took it and destroyed it and I can't feel anymore. Goodbye Vargas!" Al spat and walked away before another word could escape Luciano's mouth. Tears started to fall out of his eyes as he fell to the earth on his knees and cried because he knew he fucked up and lost the one he loved.

After that day Luciano promised himself he would never do that to him again. That day Luciano realized how much he truly loved Al and he wanted to be with him again but he kept ignoring him. Matt kissed his cheek and deeply chuckled.

"Come on. Al doesn't remember about our affair and if we act on it now we can have a good time and include Flavio in a threesome." Luciano punched his chest and moved three inches away from him.

"You really think I'll do that to him again?"

"C'mon, don't tell me you don't want any of this." Matt opened up his shirt and the Italian dryly laughed at him and put his cigarette out.

"Oh Mattie Matt Matt, you must have me mistaken for a whore because I will not do that again." Luciano walked away from him and went back inside the hospital. He could not do that to Al again, not while he has amnesia. That would be a heartless thing to do and he was noot about to let the past repeat itself and especially not with his own brother thrown into the mix. Dear God, why would Flavio even agree to that? Luciano never was one to judge incest but he could never see himself and Flavio like that.

He went up to Al's room to see Oliver and Francois near him again. He took a deep breath and entered the room. Oliver heard the footsteps and turned to glare at him. The Englishman knew what happened and he would never forgive Luciano for what he did. Luciano took a look at Al's sleeping face. He looked so peaceful like that and it brought back memories of when they would lay together and Al would fall asleep first and Luciano would stare at his sleeping face.

"What do you want?" He snapped. Luciano paused in his step but he kept going forward.

"I just want to be here with him."

"Shouldn't you be with my other son fucking him in a closet? I will not have you going around my son's back while he has amnesia and if you are planning to do that, I won't hesitate to get rid of you."

"Mr. Kirkland I love Al and before the crash he forgave me. Even if he remembers in his current state he'll find it in his heart to forgive me again."

"What makes you say that?"

"Love. Love makes me say that. I will prove to you that I will stay faithful to him again. Cheating on him opened my eyes after I lost him because it showed how much he cared about me. If you can't see that then I feel sorry for you." Oliver glared at him but let it go before he lost himself a caused a scene. He didn't believe him one bit for he knew how smooth Italians operated in love and if they were that smooth in love, they could be that smooth in cheating on their lovers too.

Me: So here's chapter 26. Sorry if it sucks like the last chapter and the chapter before that. If you liked then favorite, follow, or review! This is Janae AKA OrgyMemberXVII signing off! Bye :D