Wow I feel like an idiot… word of advice don't try to update two stories at once at 6 in the morning. Anyway here is another chapter the real chapter for this chapter lol

Disclaimer : Scrubs is not mine.

This is it. Thought Dr. Cox as he walked down the hallway. You can do this Perry, you can DO this. He chanted in his head as he made his way to room number 312.

Everyone on the floor stopped and watched him; Laverne was taking animatedly on the phone while she watched him make his way to the room. No doubt filling someone in on all the gossip, Newbie and her girlfriend Ghandie were staring at him with shocked looks on their faces. Ghandie even had half a doughnut in his mouth while the other half lay on the floor.

Jordan was there as well watching him as he made his way to the door, he almost smirked at how hard if was for her to hide her concern but quickly discarded the thought to not cause anymore problems.

As his hands grasped the door knob he closed his eyes and let out a long sigh this is it Per no turning back now. In an attempt to look more intimidating he puffed his chest out and opened the door into the devils lair.

As he walked in the room Jerry put down the book he was reading and set his glasses aside on the desk. "Oh so I see you finally decided to let me talk to you" he said slowly.

Perry sighed, "I only did it because everyone in this dammed hell won't shut up about you, so please say what you need so I can leave" Perry huffed out.

"Don't you dare talk to me that way!" Jerry said in a menacing voice taking Perry back to his childhood.

"I can speak to you how ever dam way I like" Perry said with as much venom he could muster into his voice.

Jerry sighed "I didn't come here to fight with you, Perry I came to talk to you about your brother-""I don't have a brother Perry Yelled, You killed him" he said pointing a figure.

Jerry sighed once again " You were the one with the gun"

Perry gave him a hard glare " I'm not talking about him, I'm talking about my first brother; you know the only other boy besides me that you had with MY MOM, not that skank you left us for"

" Don't you dare speak about Vanessa" Jerry roared.

" You know what …FUCK YOU, you come here to try to talk to me about the Half brother I never knew nor want to know, then you pretend like Charlie never existed when you KILLED HIM!. I was there… I was fucking there when it happened."

Perry felt as if he wasn't in the room with Jerry anymore but instead in his old home when he was 14 years old and his younger brother who was 10 at the time. Page was only 3 or 4 at the time so she had no recollection of the event.

"You…you were drunk, another binge drinking session I guess; I was out with some friends at the time. I guess Charlie he….he drew a picture for you…of our family" Perry felt hot tears go down his cheek but for once in his life didn't care about showing emotions.

" He went to show you and you…you kicked him, square in the head. Mom told me what happened. She said you kicked him again then grabbed your coat and said you had someone else and we should all go die.

I…I came home later on… I was so happy, Jordan finally agreed to go out with me, I got home and mom she … she lost it she kept on cleaning the house. So I went over to the front room to sit on the couch and I stepped on this sticky stuff.

I looked over and Charlie he….he was crying, blood was pouring out of his head. I swept him into my arms and he looked at me and said I made this for you I held him close and cried, the blood was to much there was no way to stop the bleeding.

I told him he was going to be all right, I told him I loved him, He smiled at me and said he would always love his big brother… then he was dead his eyes were all glazed over and he…" Perry fell to his knees and quickly he was so cold."

"You're a sick bastard, did you kick your other sons in the head while they tried to show you a picture they drew, DID YOU! You filthy son of a bitch you fucking bastard! Perry realized only just now that the door was still opened and everyone heard his story.

Jerry just stared at him his face ghostly pale his mouth agape as if he was trying to say something. "Your lucky mom didn't testify agenst you, I was still to young I couldn't do it without parent consent, She protected you until she died, again a death caused by you" Perry quickly composed himself

"You know what Fuck you… I hope you die" Perry said softly and walked out of the room.

Wow this is way more depressing then I originally thought. Sorry If this made you sad and sorry I took so long to update but I had a bad case of writers block, but I'm back now so don't worry.