A/N: Just wanted to do a quick author's note before starting this chapter. For one, thank you Owlcity98 for reviewing this story! I promise this story will get better. ( I had a bad start for the first chapter. ) Anyway, on another note, it really encourages me when some one tells me I'm a talented writer. Because I'm no where near collage, so thank you for reading this! But enough of my blabbering, on to chapter four of What To Do!
"Just be quiet already! What have you ever done for me?!"
"Yeah, keep asking yourself that bullshit! I'm the one who brought you into this family!"
"P-please s-stop! Mum! Dad!" Arthur pleaded, tears slowly running down his pale cheeks. Suddenly, glass was shattered, covering the kitchen tiles, spilling red liquid.
"Shut up! You're the problem! That damn women of a mother brought you here!" Arthur stared up at his father's face, hard with malice. Rage blended in with his light green eyes as his fist balled up, ready to strike.
"Don't you blame anything on Arthur! You're at fault!" Arthur's mother screamed back, her hands clenched in anger. The young boy stood between them, as close as he was, he couldn't reach them. The maids skittered out of the kitchen, avoiding eye contact while the butlers stayed and held their ground. Of course, at the far end of the living room. Far from the family.
"You bum, I should had never spook to you in the first place! Friends my ass! Love, HA! How disgusting, you're like anyone else in this world. Only looking for a sex partner and money!" Arthur father's snapped, sending his 'wife' a disgusted, irradiated, cold glare as if she was dirtier than dirt itself. Her eyes widened, tears quickly streamed down her cheeks, sliding off her chin, falling into the red liquid that stained the floor. How cold those words sounded. How hard they hit her heart. How loud it echoed, replaying over and over, rushing over any other thoughts that pasted. Casing her mind to forget everything in a mere second. Oh how those words ceased all words of encouragement to fight back. And Arthur didn't know what to do. Their fights never got this bad.
"D-dad ... You don't ...Mean t-that ... D-do y-you?" Arthur asked stuttering, he could feel his body tense up as he began to shiver. His father didn't say anything, the last thing he heard was footsteps, heavy and deliberate. Arthur kept his head down, staring at the ground.
"A-Arthur ...Come here." Arthur's mother said, her voice soft and gentle. Welcoming and warm. Arthur felt an erg to just jump into her arms so they could wrap him in warmth. To cry and sober without a limit. But Arthur controlled himself. And as he walked up to his mother, standing in complete shock, she manged to say,"H-happy birthday ... Arthur. You're finally six." She brought her hands up to Arthur's cheek, cupping them. Then ... She smiled. Even though her eyes were red and puffy, even though her hands were still shaking, and even though she had had heard such cruel words ... She still never forgot Arthur's birthday.
"M-mom. T-thank y-you!" Arthur said, managing to smile.
"Just remember one thing, okay?" Arthur's mother asked, leaning down to eye level with Arthur.
"W-what is it?" Arthur asked, not realizing the amount of tears that had fallen on his mother's hands.
"None of this is your fault. Don't let your father and me get in your way." Arthur's mother said, seriousness and concern crossing her features.
"In the way of what though?" Arthur asked, a little taken back at the request.
She pondered for a moment, thinking of answer that could convenience him. Then she finally answered, "Your future."
A confused look took over Arthur's face.
" I don't kno-
But before Arthur could finish, blankness took him in . Leaving him hearing a voice, only to repeat his name.
"Arthur. Arthur. Wake up. Arthur."
Waking up in a sudden jolt, Arthur found himself covered in cold sweat.
"Are you OK? Looked as though you were having a pretty nasty nightmare." A voice asked.
Arthur turned to see the voice's owner, Roderich. Sitting for a moment, he released a deep sigh.
"You've been sleeping for a long time. We're almost at our destination!" Roderich said, a faint smile plastered on his face.
"O-oh. Well, I suppose you can hand over my book now." Arthur said, still trying to comprehend what exactly was going on.
Roderich gently set on the book on Arthur's lap, paying no mind to how he would react. As the young boy tried to settle into his old surroundings, he caught sight of the green lands that stretched farther than the eye could see. He allowed his eyes to linger out the window, but really, he was amazed at much there was. Of course, to let his eyes widen in wonder and curiosity was out of the question, as much as it was out of character. So, nothing changed from when he woke up. Just a new memory refreshed. And knowing almost everything from the age of five, it would linger and drift into the darkest corners of his mind.