"That dumbass isn't my younger brother! He's a mistake that shouldn't have been born!"

That was the last thing I heard my brother shout before he ran off in anger.

This left me in tears because what he said hurt beyond belief.

It's been two years since I last saw Dillon.

My name is Emmet Kirkland and I'm eight years old.

I'm from Belfast, Northern Ireland, and I have three older brothers, excluding the one who wants nothing to do with me.

Normally I would be bouncing off the walls with energy and be asking people to play with me but since that day, I've been withdrawn, silent, and tired looking.

Arthur, Howell, and Allistor have been worried about me since then but I simply refuse to say anything when they ask what's wrong.

If only they knew how I felt….

Then maybe they'll understand the way I am.

I lied on my side in my bed, sniffling because of a cold that I'd contracted.

Howell came in to check on me, to see why I hadn't gotten up yet.

"Hey Emmet, is everything alright?" He asked in his usual Welsh accent.

All I did was sniffle, cough, and burr myself further under my covers.

The Welsh male came to stand by me and place a hand on where he believed my shoulder to be.

"You're not sick, are you Emmy?" He asked, using the nickname he'd given me when I was able to talk.

What he got as a response was my nerve-wracked coughing.

His brows creased in worry before he left to most likely find Arthur and Allistor, who were probably arguing over something stupid.

I managed to sit up, but barely.

"Why Dilly? Why must you be so mean to me?" I sobbed and buried my face in my hands.

"All I ever wanted was for you to love me!"

What I hadn't realized is that Howell, Allistor, and Arthur were at my doorway listening to me.

I would've run to my secret hiding place had I not been sick and coughing.

"Emmet," Allistor said, bringing me to look at him out of surprise because I hadn't expected anyone there.

My eyes are bloodshot and my cheeks are stained with tears.

"Is tha' why yer like this?" He asked.

"Because o' whit Dillon said a couple years ago?"

His voice is soft and comforting.

I couldn't bring myself to speak at all, or nod.

Allistor made his way over to me and sat down on the edge of my bed.

"Ye can tell me," Scotty said.

Still, I said nothing.

The auburn haired male made a sound of disappointment.

Both blondes looked at each other before looking back at Allistor and I and walking in.

"You should say something Emmet," Arthur told me.

Unfortunately for them, I didn't say anything but I did sniffle and was sent into a fit of coughing shortly after.

It was then that Allistor picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, causing me to protest by hitting his back with my gloved fists, kick him with socked feet, and shout at the top of my lungs to put me down.

Unluckily, he didn't put me down and instead carried me somewhere I wasn't paying attention to with Arthur and Howell in tow.

I was kicking, hitting, and screaming the entire way there.

All of this stopped when I started coughing up a storm and was sniffling like crazy.

From what I could tell, we were in a different house because I could see the door close out of the corner of my eye.

Where are we?

Why are they doing this?

Couldn't they at least let me get dressed first?

"Dillon, get yer arse down here now!"

I winced at the commanding voice of my eldest brother.

Footsteps…

That's what I heard next before I heard them stop.

They didn't come thumping down the stairs so that let me know that the other didn't come downstairs.

"What t'e bloody 'ell dae ye want ye bloody idiot?" An extremely pissed off Irish accented voice called back.

'We're in Dillon's house!' I screamed in my head.

Allistor put me down in front of him and turned me to where I faced Dillon's direction.

However, Dillon wasn't right there in front of me, but upstairs.

"Listen, Emmet's nae himself. He has nae been like tha' since ye left," He explained.

"We believe tha' if ye come back an' maybe were nicer tae him; maybe he'd go back ae bein' himself."

I could just tell Dillon was rolling his eyes at that.

"Like I want anythin' ta dae wit' t'e li'l shite," Dillon stated crossly.

"'E's bloody useless anyway, jes like t'e rest o' ye."

After he said that, I went elsewhere and ended up finding the room with the piano.

Little did I know, Howell followed me.

Pulling out the piano chair, I sat down and opened the small yet wide door that led to the keys of the piano.

I placed my hands on the keys.

It wasn't until I felt a body right there touching me and saw another set of hands on the keys that I knew Howell had followed me.

Not once did I bother looking up at him.

A few seconds of silence and I started playing the song "If I Die Young" by Michael Henry and Justin Robinett, not The Band Perry.

Howell started playing it as well and after I started singing, he started up as well.

Neither of us noticed three other figures come in and listen to us.

When the song was over, I leaned into Howell and snuggled into him when he placed an arm around me.

This still didn't help my sniffling and coughing.

Nor did it help my grumbling stomach, signaling my hunger.

My hands clutched my stomach when the sound got louder to the point where it sounded like one of Howell's sheep bleating.

This drew a hungered moan from my throat.

A chuckle, then a statement with a Welsh accent.

"Sounds like someone could use something to eat."

Rubbing my stomach, I nodded.

"I'm starving," I said just before my stomach bleated for that reason.

"I can tell."

The two of us stood up and taking my hand, Howell led me to the kitchen and set me in one of the chairs at the table.

Smiling, Howell went and got to cooking.

From where I'm sitting, I could hear bacon and sausage cooking and him cracking open eggs.

It wasn't any better that I could smell it and it only made me hungrier.

Due to the smell, my stomach growled constantly.

Of course, there are other foods he's making but I'm not going to list them.

Sometime later, he set a few plates in front of me, along with a cup of milk.

It's good to know that my brothers care about me…

Just not all of them.

I lied there on the ground on my side, Dillon towering over me.

"An' stay down ye li'l shite," He said.

I was only three at the time.

Tears streamed down my face due to the fact that he'd beaten me up and swore at me.

Getting up, I attempted to run away only to fall flat on my face and start crying out.

"Damn ei Dillon!" Someone called out in Welsh.

Looking up, I saw it was Howell that had spoken up and was standing there.

"Just what the hell do you think you're doing to our youngest brother?"

Damn, he didn't look happy, which was unusual because Howell was always so happy.

"Why does it matter tae ye Howell? He's nothin' useful. All he does is follow me like a pup!"

"It matters to me because you just can't accept the fact that Emmet's part of the family!"

Oh, Howell's beyond mad.

With that, Dillon and Howell charged at each other.

Within moments, neither of them won and both went home, Howell picking me up.

Once home, Dillon went to his room and slammed his door.

Howell went and laid me on the couch before he went and cleaned my wounds.

I hadn't realized how slow I was eating until I realized that the food was gone.

The only thing left was the milk, which I downed quickly before I wiped my mouth with my sleeve and went to find Dillon.

Apparently I hadn't been paying attention because next thing I knew, I was on my rear on the floor.

Looking up, I saw Dillon giving me this look in which I swore only the devil could give.

Allistor, Arthur, and Howell came running when they heard this ear-piercing, blood-curdling scream to see Dillon standing there and me huddled under a table and shaking like a Chihuahua on steroids.

Both blondes went over to me and the older one pulled me out.

They then proceeded to hug me tightly.

In the meantime, Allistor took care of Dillon, to which the redhead just rolled his eyes.

Getting out of Arthur and Howell's grip, I stood there and when Allistor was done talking, I spoke up.

"I hope you go die in the Sahara desert."

This brought looks of surprise to everyone's face as they looked at me to see that I'm staring at Dillon.

"Ever since I could crawl, all I wanted was for you to love me but guess what?"

At this point, my eyes started welling up.

"It only ended up with you getting mad and wanting nothing to do with me. Nothing hurts more than being slapped in the face by the one you love the most. I might as well join the circus since you hate me so much."

With that, I ran off, not to be seen again for however many years.