It was a normal summer morning and Al was stuck in bed and he was staring at the ceiling. Just another day in bed. He literally lost his voice forever and he can't remember a fucking thing. It annoyed him to no end and he tried to remember but all he got were flashbacks that didn't make sense to him! There were so many flashbacks with so many people he met and he can barely remember anything about them. Just another day for a silent boy such as himself. He felt so lost. First there was that Matt kid who was giving him creepy smiles and then Oliver with those worried looks and seemingly homicidal grins and Luciano whose face always made him look like he was harboring a dark secret and he could never place what it was. Maybe something happened between them a while ago and he was guilty because of it. His door opened and Oliver came in with a tray of eggs, toast, and orange juice.

"Here's breakfast. I know you don't like bacon a whole lot so I had to stick to healthy things for you." Al looked the the food with a wary eye. For some reason he didn't want to eat it. Something was stopping him from eating and he didn't know what it was. His hand shook as he tried to reach for the food but then he put his hand down. No. He can't do it. He can't eat. Oliver sighed.

"Al, please eat. It's not good for you if you don't. You need to get your strength back up." A snort came from the doorway and Al looked to see Matt standing in the doorway.

"What strength did that kid have before he got hit? He was a fucking weakling."

"Watch your mouth Matt!"

"What? It's true. He was and still is a fucking weakling." Al flipped the bird at him. Matt's eyes widened and he pointed to his brother.

"Did you see that Dad? He just gave me the finger!"

"I wouldn't blame him Matt, you are being an insufferable prick right now. Why don't you go to that boyfriend of yours?" Matt wanted to say something but he growled and walked away. Oliver rubbed at his temples and sighed. That boy was such a hassle, he didn't know what to do anymore. Where did I go wrong with that boy? He wondered as he tried to focus his attention on his son.

"You know how much of a grump your brother is, right? He's in one of his moods again. Now eat up, if you need me ring the bell and I'll come." Oliver walked out of the room and Al was alone.

If he still had his voice this would be where he lets out a deep a heavy sigh. This sucked. He couldn't go outside and he couldn't talk and he could barely remember things about these people but the bits and pieces of flashbacks he got every now and again! He looked at the questionable breakfast Oliver left him and noticed there were some squirrels in the front yard and they were looking for food. He picked the tray up and tossed the food on the ground for them to eat up and when they did, they all dropped dead. I'm glad I didn't eat that... He thought as a knock sounded on the front door and he got back in bed. The door opened and then he heard Oliver start to yell.

"No! Get out of my house now!"

"Just let me see him!" Begged a distraught sounding Luciano. Wait... Luciano was here? Al got out of bed and went downstairs to see Oliver and Luciano in some sort of stare off. He walked up behind Oliver and tapped his shoulder. The pinkish-blondish man turned around and saw him.

"Al, I thought you were in bed eating breakfast. I was just telling Luciano not to bother you." Al shook his hand and took the Italian's hand and pulled him into the house as he glared at his father. Oliver rolled his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. Al didn't get why Oliver didn't like Luciano! Maybe he's just being too much of an asshole to see that. Al led Luciano to his room and they sat on his bed. Luciano blushed a little and smiled at him.

"So, how have you been?" Al took out a board and markers he had received a short while ago and wrote on it.

"Terrible."

"Aw, why baby?"

"I can barely remember anyone and anything and I can't talk!"

"Do you remember me at all?"

"Bits and pieces and when I do remember you I always remember something that must have happened to us before the accident. There are no words but I can tell it was something that made me cry because I remember the tears but I just can't remember what happened. Do you know?" Luciano sighed and looked away. Should he tell him now? It was something he knew he had to tell but he didn't. Luciano decided to take advantage of Al's amnesia and keep his relationship going. A part of him felt guilty for doing this but dammit he had his boyfriend back and like hell was he going to tell him the truth now. The Italian shrugged and said,

"You're probably just remembering a rough patch we hit some time ago. I forget what it was about but I think it might have been the worst shape our relationship was ever in."

"What do you mean by 'worst shape'?"

"We always used to fight but after we fought, we always ended up forgiving each other but when we hit that, we didn't talk for a month." That bit about their relationship was partially true. They did have the occasional fight but they always ended up forgiving each other. It was the way their relationship was until Al found out about his cheating then they broke apart for a month before he was forgiven.

"Why would we ever fight?"

"I have no idea amore but what matters now is that you're still alive and you're still here with me. I love you."

"I love you too." Al wrote on the board with a smile. He knew Luciano was lying about something. He could tell in his voice there was something Luciano was hiding from him. It had something to do with the flashback. It has to have something to do with the flashbacks he was getting when he remembered who Luciano was. Al got the feeling that it was something that broke his heart a while back. The memories will hit him full circle one day and when they do he will know the truth.

Arthur woke up in his husband's arms with his head on his still beating heart. He smiled as he intertwined his fingers with his. It had been a couple weeks since their wedding and he still couldn't believe it. They were married again. They were a couple again. When he thought about it, it was hard to believe. Who would have thought that after their last fight they'd end up back together? It was probably just the fact that they were meant for each other and God wanted it that way. He looked at his left hand. They were in it for life this time. Francis loved him and he loved Francis. He got out of bed and went down to the kitchen to see Matthew eating finishing off some pancakes.

"You already made yourself breakfast?" Matthew finished what he hew as chewing before he answered.

"I woke up early and I couldn't go back to sleep." Arthur nodded and went to make himself some scones.

"Did the mail come yet?"

"No but some Scottish guy stopped by around the time I woke up. He said he needed to talk to you." The Brit stopped on his tracks. Allistor came by this morning. What could it possibly be? Maybe news about their mother? Yea. That was it.

"Who was that guy Dad?" Arthur flashed him a smile.

"Somebody that I used to know. What did he say? Did he leave?"

"Uh, no. I told him you were still asleep and he said he'd wait for you to wake up in your study." Arthur nodded and went to his private study to see Allistor going through the photo album. Arthur got heated and snatched the book away from his brother's hands. Allistor chuckled as he stood up.

"Morning little Arty-chokey." He pat the blond and Arthur shrugged away from him.

"One of your nephews told me you wanted to talk to me." Allistor lit up a cigarette.

"So that cute little girl in the dress is my nephew? What the hell kind of family are you raising?"

"Fuck you and keep your voice down, I don't want my husband and kids eavesdropping. I have some questions for you like what did you want to tell me?" The auburn haired male took a drag of his cigarette before putting some of the ashes on the ground.

"You wanted to know about what happened to our mother right?" Arthur's eyes widened. Ever since the wedding he had only one question on his mind: What happened to his mother? He hoped she had found the strength to leave his father but, knowing how abusive he was before he left, that thought was dashed away. He took a deep breath to prepare his mind for the bad news he was probably about to get.

"Allistor... what happened to our mother?" Allistor took a long drag of the cancer stick as he let the nicotine and smoke invade his lungs before he answered. He didn't know how he could tell his brother, he would be so confused about this, maybe even a little sad.

"Arthur... there's no easy way to say this but Mother... she's been dead for a year now." Arthur's heart sunk and he felt as if everything in the world came to an instant halt.

His mother... his mother... She was dead. Suddenly, every memory he had of his mother flashed in his mind. The memories of her when she was kind. The memories of her when she was beating them. The memories of when she was working and she'd lure a client with her body. The looks of concern she'd give him every now and again. The memories hit him full force and he had to sit down. His heart felt heavy and he almost felt as if he were about to cry. All he wanted to know was,

"How did she die?" Allistor sat down next to him and sighed letting a puff of smoke out with his breath.

"Father told me this last year which is why he visited me. He said that about twelve years ago Mother was pregnant with our little brother and Father didn't want him and wanted her to kill him by letting it dry out on the sheets but she was not going to let that happen so she ended up giving him up for adoption and she made sure to keep it as an open adoption and Father didn't know about it until last year.

"He was checking the mail when he came across an envelope with an update on our brother and he got mad because he thought our brother died and then when Mum explained, he snapped and killed her by strangling her with a tie. He was able to get away with it for a couple months but her body was hidden in a closet and it started to stink up the place and the guilt was eating him alive so before he turned himself in, he came to me and told me everything."

"Did they put him on trial for the murder?"

"Last time I checked the news from England they're going to put him on trial July 20th and from what I read, they're gathering the evidence against him now and need a witness and since you were the only firsthand witness still alive they are going to summon you to come to court to testify to Father's crimes." Arthur sighed. Looks like he's going back to England one last time. So many bad memories... he wanted to forget his past and move on but it's not going to be that simple now. He had to go back.

"So... what's our little brother's name?" Arthur asked wanted to be rid of the previous topic.

"Peter Kirkland. He should be 12 now. From the open adoption it looks like he was adopted by Berwald and Tino Oxenstierna." Arthur's eyes widened when he heard Tino's name. He really didn't know what to say here. He just found out his mother has been dead for a year now and he has a little brother that has been adopted by his therapist. This is a total mind fuck… Arthur thought as he sighed and put his face in his hands. He didn't know how to register this news. He heard everything loud and clear but he didn't know how to take it.

"If it means anything Arty, I haven't met the little bugger yet." Green eyes flickered to the Scottish male who was sitting back on the couch as if he were just hanging around his place.

"Why haven't you?"

"I don't know, I mean somewhere in my mind there's something going off and saying that because Father finding out about his existence and getting angry about it led to Mum's death and in a way, I can't visit him and I can't stand to look at him. He had a hand in our mother's death and… I can't. I really can't. I already can't go to the trial and have to look at my father, how can I look at that little bugger?"

Arthur couldn't believe the words that came out of his brother's mouth. Well… he could because now typical Allistor was starting to show again but saying that about their baby brother who, unfortunately, was caught in the crossfire of things. The British man was just as upset by this too but there's no need to place the blame on someone who was nothing more than an innocent victim in all this.

"How can you say that about an innocent twelve-year-old?"

"Innocent? He's far from innocent! If Father hadn't found out about him then Mum would still be alive!"

"You truly are a bastard. He has nothing to do with our mother's tragic end." Allistor dryly laughed at his brother. Innocent? Yea fucking right. That kid was fucking far from it. It was his fault their mother died. He should have died like he was supposed to, not given a chance at life.

"Are you telling me you would choose to deny the truth? That you would rather live with the lie about what really happened? You're a pathetic man. Come visit me at the old house in England when the trial's over." Allistor growled and walked out making sure to slam the door on the way out. Arthur silently growled to himself. That bastard. He's not better than their father is and their father is a bastard. Arthur ran his hands through his hair. Now he had to go back to that hell hole known as his original home and he had to meet his brother. When does this nonsense end? Nothing in his life was making sense and it was starting to make him sick. He got up and went to the kitchen where Matthew was.

"Really Dad, who was that guy?" Arthur shook his head.

"I told you, somebody that I used to know. I don't want to talk about him, let's just say I got an unwelcome visit, hm?" Matthew nodded along and went to the living room. What was he hiding? Was it really that bad?

Andres was standing outside his brother's door. He'd been in the states for a month or so and he thought a visit with his brother was long overdue. He knocked at the door and waited. Nothing happened. He knocked again, this time a little louder, and yet again nothing happened. He let out an annoyed sigh and was about to knock again when the door swing open and some little girl with brown hair was behind it.

"Hello mister. Do you need anything?" She asked with a sweet smile. Whoever this kid was, she was definitely Antonio's. He recognized that sickeningly sweet smile anywhere having grown up with it.

"Um, yea. Is your father home?"

"Si but he's in his room sleeping so he can't talk to you right now."

"What about you kid? Can you talk to me?" Andres chuckled at her.

"Papi says I'm not allowed to talk to strangers or let them in the apartment."

"I'm not a stranger, well I am now but soon I won't be."

"Why do you say that? How do you know my father?"

"I'm your Tio Andres." He said bluntly. The girl looked him up and down and shrugged.

"Well… you do look like Papi. I guess it would be ok…" She said with uncertainty as she let him in the apartment. Andres took a look around the place. There were a bunch of Spanish flags and there were pictures all around. His brother definitely made friends over the years.

"How long have you been in the states Tio Andres?" He turned around and looked at her. Her head was tilted and her blue eyes were filled with mystery.

"A couple months give or take a week or two. What is your name little cutie?" She giggled.

"My name is Arcelia Carriedo. Are you my father's brother from Spain?"

"Yea. Has he ever talked about me?"

"Sometimes when he talks about growing up in Spain you come up in conversation." Andres smiled a little. At least his brother still talked about him sometimes. He looked around kind of awkwardly. He had never had never been alone with a child before so this was kind of freaking awkward. Arcelia looked up at her uncle. He looked like her father but with scars and longer hair and more a mean look on his face. She looked around and spotted her Candyland game and took it out.

"Wanna play Candyland with me Tio Andres?" She asked in that sweet tone that made the older man sick to his stomach. He reluctantly nodded and Arcelia smiled as she took the game out and began setting up on the coffee table.

"So, how do you play?" Arcelia looked at him with wide eyes.

"You don't know how to play Candyland?"

"No, I never played before. Can you teach me?"

"Sure!"

~Some time later~

Antonio woke up from his nap to hear laughing coming from the living room. He thought it's probably just Arcelia watching something on TV but when he heard another voice laughing as loud as his daughter's he got worried. Grabbing the baseball bat he kept in the closet, he tiptoed to the living room and and lifted the bat ready to strike someone when he was met with the site of Candyland cards and game pieces all over the floor and Andress with Arcelia in his lap. Andres?! Antonio dropped his bat getting the neighbors downstairs to hit the ceiling with a broom and tell him to shut the hell up.

"What are *you* doing here?" Antonio lowly growled at his brother. Arcelia could sense the uneasiness in the room and quickly stood up.

"I'm sorry Papi. I told him it wasn't a good time to let him in and you were sleeping but then he said he was my uncle and then I guessed he was ok then we got bored and decided to play Candyland and we got carried away with the game and he started to tickle me." Antonio bent down to her level and pat her head a bit.

"It's ok Arcelia but just remember that you can't trust every stranger that knocks on the door because you never know who's on the other side but from now on if I'm asleep and you're awake and someone knocks on the door I want you to come wake me up in case a criminal comes to the door. OK?"

"*nod* But… what if I'm in the apartment alone when I get older?"

"Then don't open the door for anyone unless it's one of our friends or Tio Andres, just remember to look through the peephole." Antonio kissed her forehead.

"Good. Now go to your room, I have to have a talk with your uncle."

"But Papi-"

"No buts young lady. This is grown up chat and this isn't for your young ears." The girl nodded and walked off to her room. When the door was closed Andres got up off the floor with a chuckle.

"You have a cute daughter."

"What are you doing here Andres?"

"No 'how have you been since I left' or 'I'm so glad to see you'?" Antonio rolled his eyes as he started to clean up the mess.

"If I remember correctly the last time I saw you we just got into an argument just because I chose to leave and actually do something with my life and we haven't talked since so I didn't think you would come here. How long have you been in the states?"

"A couple months."

"Why did you leave Spain? I thought you were still loyal to them and you weren't going to leave like I did."

Andres was about to say something but he didn't. He'd done something to piss them off and they wanted his head so he had to flee the country before they can get a chance to do so. Who knows how long he had to live before they tracked him down? Antonio noticed the silence coming from his brother. It was a bad sign he knew all too well. Andres did something bad and when he did something bad, he was silent. He stood up and looked at his brother with a careful eye and said in a timid and soft voice,

"Andres, what the hell did you do?"

"I… I… they made me go on a date with Italy's most dangerous mafia leader and… I may have pissed her off when she tried to make me go to bed with her… and now they're kind of mad at me…" Antonio's eyes widened as he stepped back. He knew which Italian mafia leader his brother was talking about.

"You went on a date with Chiara Vargas and pissed her off? What the hell did you say?"

"She wanted to get in bed with me but I didn't want to and then we got into a fight and I insulted her on her fashion sense then called her a whore who only forges deals with other gangs in exchange for one night stands. She got mad and… called them and they want me to apologize and give the spoiled bitch what she wants or I die so I fled the country before they can catch me." Antonio pinched the bridge of his nose. Typical Andres. Whenever he gets himself in trouble he always goes running to him with his tail between his legs because he doesn't know what the hell to do! He shook his head as he began to pace the apartment.

"Oh my God… Oh my God… Oh my God…"

"They won't be able to find me Antonio. They wouldn't even know the first place to look." Antonio slapped him.

"You idiot! It's not about that! I just… I left Spain to get myself out of situations like that. I thought I had escaped a past life that I was done with and I could put behind me but now that you're coming to me with a problem that could lead to your death if you don't give a simple apology, I wonder who really is the younger twin." Andres took a step back.

"How can you say that?"

"It's true. You may be older but you act like a fucking child. Unlike you, I got out when I felt things were getting bad but you are running away from your problems like a little pussy. Just go back, apologize and give her what she wants!"

"Did you just ignore the second part of that? Not only will there be an apology involved but there is a chance I might catch an STD from her! Dumb bitch probably slept with so many guys she caught one and doesn't know!" Antonio slapped him across the face again but this time harder.

"Don't you remember that we have a mother! Have you no sensitivity? All I was saying is you should go back and give her what she wants and maybe they won't track you down and kill you. You know the risks of not doing what you're told." Andres touched his cheek and looked at his brother. He couldn't believe the idiot slapped him. His hair covered his eyes as he lowered his head.

"Am I a problem for you?"

The younger's eyes widened as he stared at his brother and listened to the tone of his voice. It was the way it usually was but it was more of a sad tone, like one you'd hear in a drama movie when the messed up character literally gets a slap in the face. The older looked at his brother, his red eyes filled with tears starting to slide down his face and held seriousness behind them and were fiery with anger at not being taken seriously.

"Answer me! Am I a problem for you?! Is that what you think of me? Do you really think I'm a pussy for running away? I really wanted to get out of there and that date with Chiara was the last straw! If you can't see that, maybe you aren't my brother!" He cried as he ran out of the apartment before Antonio got a chance to stop him. The Spaniard closed the door and sat on the couch. He felt like a jerk for saying those things to his brother and the sad thing is, brothers are supposed to be friends. He ran his hand through his hair, which was slowly growing back by the day, as Arcelia came to the couch. She heard them from her room and was scared to come out.

"Papi?" Antonio looked to his daughter and tried to smile at her. He knew she heard them.

"Yes my little tomato?"

"I heard you and Tio Andres from my room. What did you guys mean by everything you were saying?" The man just pat her head then hugged her.

"Don't worry your pretty little head about it. I'll tell you what I mean when you're older." Arcelia nodded as she hugged back. In the pit of his stomach, Antonio could feel trouble brewing. Later that night, when Arcelia was asleep, Antonio called Elizabeta.

"Hello?" A tired Hungarian accent sounded on the other end of the line. She must have been sleeping.

"Hola mi amiga…"

"Antonio? Why are you calling so late?"

"I need to talk to you about something important. Can you come over?"

"Of course, stay right there." Elizabeta hung up. Later there was a knock on the door and Antonio rushed to answer it and there was Elizabeta in her pajamas and her hair curlers were still in her hair. She yawned as she walked in and sat on the couch.

"What did you need to talk to me about? You sounded weird on the phone." Antonio sat down next to her and pulled out a letter and put it on the coffee table.

"Remember when I told you I had a brother that was in this gang I got out of when I left Spain?"

"Yea."

"He came to the states a couple months ago but only bothered to visit today. I was asleep when he came by so Arcelia let him in. A few hours later I woke up from a nap and Andres and I got into a fight over the fact that he refused to sleep with the leader of Italy's most dangerous mafia and insulted her. The thing is I'm afraid of what will happen if he's tracked down and if they get to him, they'll get to me and Arcelia." Elizabeta processed the information and nodded along. She eyed the letter and pointed to it.

"What is that letter for then?" Antonio handed her the letter.

"Talking with my brother and fearing death at the hands of an angry mafia leader's goons gave me a wake-up call. If the gang or brain cancer happen to kill me before my time, I want Arcelia to know the one story I will never have the courage to tell her myself." Elizabeta took the note and studied it.

"What is it about?"

"Let's just say it's the story of a young boy who, as he went through life, saw many things he wished he didn't see and did things he wish he didn't do. I don't want anyone to know about this while I'm still alive because people will ask questions. I want everyone to know when I'm gone, it's easier that way."

"I understand. But Antonio, you will live. Brain cancer won't end you. Old age will. Please don't say things like that." Antonio gave her a humorless smile.

"You seem to forget the fact that Death has almost claimed me last time we thought I beat brain cancer, Liz. I'm not afraid to say things like this anymore." Elizabeta nodded as she looked at the letter in her hands.

The next morning Andres was lying in bed awake going over everything that had happened last night. He was still in shock from what happened but what really shocked him was that his brother didn't care about him. He didn't care about the situation he got himself out of. He didn't care at all. Antonio was supposed to be the more understanding twin right? How could he not understand that he left them? How could he have said those things? Fresh tears welled up again as there was a knock at the door.

"Go the fuck away Akbar!" He called to the door. The knocking didn't cease forcing him to get up and answer the door. Behind it was Francois, not Akbar. He was holding a cake and, as usual, smoking a cigarette.

"Akbar's at work at this time of day remember? I made you a cake last night."

"Um… thank you…?" He took the cake. It was nice of him to make this but cake wouldn't make him feel better.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No. I'd rather not talk about it."

"Andres, you've been here for what, two months? Akbar and I have told you our backstories, why can't you say yours? You're a real mystery you know that? We try to figure you out but we can never do so." He was about to walk away but Andres grabbed his shirt.

"I'll tell you everything. You've told me your story and I have to return the favor by telling you mine. Come in and sit down." He led Francois into his room and once they were seated Andres proceeded to tell Francois everything. When he was done Francois looked at him for a long time. He did rather like the dangerous type of guy but Andres kind of went over the edge.

"I did guess you might have been in a gang when we first met you but I didn't ask."

"Yea. Joined when I was thirteen and have been loyal until now. I can see why my brother freaked out on me now but I couldn't do it then and I can't do it now. I can apologize to her but I can't have sex with her. I just can't."

"Why not? If this Chiara chick is as hot as you say then what's stopping you?"

"She's fucking crazy and sadistic. Plus… *mumble mumble*"

"What was that?"

"*mumble mumble*

"Come again? It's hard to hear when you mumble."

"I haven't gotten my V-card punched! I haven't nailed anyone! I'm still a virgin!" He yelled.

"Oh. I think I understand. You got nervous and lashed out at her for wanting to do it with her. Instead of telling her you haven't done that yet, you insulted her. Your brother is right. You should apologize."

"Were you not listening? If I apologized then I would have to give her what she wants! What do I do?" Francois wanted to say something but he kept his mouth shut. He didn't want to say he wanted to fuck him, though it was true he kind of did want to fuck him. And kiss those plump lips. Dammit! Maybe Akbar was right about him starting to fall in love with the Spaniard. Dammit!

"I don't know. Probably wait until you have experience or something." He said nonchalantly.

"How?"

"I don't know, go to the seedy side of town and pay a prostitute to make l'amour with you or you can put an ad on Craigslist."

"No. I'd rather wait until I find that someone on my own and they love me enough and I would want my first time to be with someone like that. Not someone like her." Francois looked at him. He wanted to be that somebody. He wanted to hold him as he cried. He wanted to kiss him. He wanted to be his first and only. He wanted what that Italian chick didn't get. Maybe Akbar being right wasn't something so bad after all.

Me: Here you have it! Chapter 28 and the beginning of Act 3! God, I would have had this up earlier but finals were kicking my ass and so much stuff has been going on plus I got some writer's block. I hope I can get chapters out faster than this because it usually takes me at least two weeks to get a chapter out. Plus I finally realized I was spelling Francis' last name wrong and I feel like a ding-dong. By the time I start working on the soundcloud audiobook, I will correct that error, as well as all previous, and possible future, spelling errors. Anyways, I hope you guys liked this and if you did please review, favorite, or follow! This is Janae AKA OrgyMemberXVII signing off! Bye :D