Based off of the short story: We Don't Talk About Sarah
Warning: kidnapping, child-abuse, Arthur whumpage
And the chapters go downhill again...
Warning: Ranting at the end of this whole thing.
We Don't Talk About Uncle Francis
Chapter 9: Why Did I Do That?
Alfred: 15 ~~ Matthew: 15 ~~ Arthur: 15
Point of View: Arthur
I don't know how much longer I could put up with this. I don't remember much of that night for I was half asleep in Alfred's arms. I wish I had been more awake though, because after that day everything changed. Alfred wasn't there when I woke up, he wasn't downstairs at the table eating breakfast with Matt either. It wasn't until that evening when I saw him again. He was quiet, only nodding or grunting whenever I talked. From that day, things only got worse. Francis became more violent even pulling me into the basement even when Matt and Alfred were home.
Francis had been acting odd one day, more than usual. He kept looking out the windows and shutting the curtains. Alfred was up in his room, I was heading up to his room when Francis stopped me. He didn't say anything, only stepped in front of me. I opened my mouth to talk but was stopped. He slapped me across the face.
"I'm done with you." Francis grabbed onto my upper arm, "I can't deal with this anymore. The anxiety is too much."
I cried out as he tightened his grip and from his back pocket produced the gun that he had first used to kidnap me.
"A-Alfred…!" I called out for help as he cocked the gun.
"Alfred!"
He shot, I felt the bullet tear my hair as it whizzed by me. I was dazed, the loud noise momentarily deafening me.
"ALFRED!"
He was in front of me in a second. The gun knocked out of his hand and onto the floor.
He turned to me. "I'm real sorry, Artie." He helped me up. "That shouldn't have happened."
"Just hold me, you idiot!" I jumped into his arms.
He lifted me from the floor and carried me to the room we shared. I don't know what got into me at that moment. Maybe I realized that life was fleeting, that near death experience filling me with adrenaline. I pressed my lips against his. And I felt him press back.
*Takes deep breath*
So I hit the wall of writers block with last chapter and I'm so upset becuase I have no idea what I'm doing anymore. I wanted ten comments because I thought it would take a while but no! I woke up this morning and had 11 new reviews. No time to think about what was going to happen. So while I'm struggling with this and trying to figure out everything thats going I have homework that I have to do before wensday. I need to work on To Be You which I've also hit a wall on. So I'm going to throw on Toy Story 3 and do my homework. Probably some sarcasm will be thrown in.
Emerald, I thought about about Arthur being sexually abused by Francis but I don't know, I might try but I'm too shy to really post anything and too nervous.
-Sees spanish comment- ...damn... French lessons can't help me here... To Google Translate!
Ah, I understand now...
Erelbrile, Arthur doesn't really have the strength to anywhere. Even If Alfred carries him, it's last april and too cold to walk all the way. He doesn't want to call the police on his uncle either. And on top of that, Alfred doesn't really want Arthur to go...
I'm off to do homework now. Please review to keep me going, ideas would be wonderful as well as thoughts.
Review, alert and fav please!