A/N: Whoo! Hi guys! IT'S FINALLY FRIDAY. OMG! You have no idea how boring my school is! Ewww! It's awful! Yay, more angst is to come! :D
Roach had just gotten thrown back in his cell, but not before they finished beating the shit out of him. He really wished his team would hurry up and find him. He hadn't told them anything, of course, but he hated being stuck here. At this point, he would rather be in hell. This place was awful. He couldn't stand his father. He hated every single cell in his body and the worst part was, he couldn't do anything to him. The man deserved to be thrown into hell and he would do it without the slightest bit of hesitation. Especially after what he did...
"Get back here you useless little shit!" His father screamed at him as he jumped the fence.
He heard glass break as he assumed his father threw a beer bottle at him. He thought it had missed but when he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, he knew he was wrong. He felt blood running down his face but didn't care. He didn't care about anything at the moment- except for getting away.
He ran from the house and didn't stop until his feet refused to move. Blood poured from the wound on his shoulder and his nose. His father had just finished beating the crap out of him for no reason. It seemed like that was his hobby. He felt bad for leaving his younger brother back there with him, but he needed a few minutes alone. He ran down an alley and stopped, panting and covered in sweat. He sat down and felt around his shoulder. He could feel a few shards of glass that were stuck in it. He sighed and yanked the largest one out before he could change his mind. Pain immediately flared up in his shoulder and he screamed as more blood ran down his arm.
After about ten minutes, he had gotten all of the glass out of his shoulder. It throbbed painfully as he put more pressure on it in an attempt to stop the bleeding. He had a terrible headache from when his father had punched him. Nothing was broken, but he could already feel the bruises starting to form. He leaned back against the wall and thought about everything.
His brother's name was Charlie. He loved his brother more than anyone else in the world. Charlie was 11 years old and he was 15. They did everything together and it was rare to see one without the other close by. They only had each other ever since their mother died, that's why they were so close. Her name was Alyss and she was very nice. But she had died of brain cancer and that was when their father started drinking. He was angry that his wife had died and there was no one else to take his anger out on besides them, so that's what he did.
His nose had finally stopped bleeding and he decided to head home, although he dreaded the thought of it. His father would be pissed because he left. He was covered in blood, but couldn't think of a time when he wasn't, so he just ignored it. He got up and started walking home. He knew this place like the back of his hand, so it was nearly impossible for him to get lost. He breathed in the cold winter air and sighed, wishing he didn't have to go back. But he had to stay with his brother to keep him safe. He was the last thing he had left and if he lost him, then he wouldn't know what the point of life was anymore.
He could see his house but something was off... He couldn't think of what it was though... Then he realized what it was. It was completely quiet. It wasn't ever quiet. Not ever. He ran back to the house and jumped over the fence, into the yard. He burst through the door and froze when he saw it.
Charlie was laying in the middle of a pool of blood with a knife in his chest. He ran to him and fell to his knees. Tears flooded down his face as his world fell apart right in front of him. He felt for a pulse, desperately hoping to find one, but he didn't. His brother was gone... and it was all his fault! If he hadn't left then he would still be here! He screamed, now hating himself for leaving. Why had he left?! He should've stayed... He pulled his brother into his lap, hugged him, and cried.
He didn't know how long he had been sitting there crying, but after a while, he got up. He looked around and noticed for the first time that his father wasn't here. Something on the table caught his eye and he walked over to it. It was a note.
It read:
"I hope you liked your welcome home present."
There was a picture right beside it. It was Charlie and John. Charlie was crying because he had just been stabbed in the chest and John was smiling.
A/N: So now you know about Roach's past! Angsty, isn't it? Oh, and John called the cops before he left and when they got there, they saw Roach- who was still covered in blood and being sad, and they saw Charlie- who was dead with the knife still in his chest. Any guesses on who the cops thought murdered Charlie? You're right. Roach is wanted in several states for 'murdering' his younger brother. Isn't his life wonderful? Lol, and I'm sorry this chapter is so short- it was mostly just a filler, but I wanted you to know about his past! Plz review! :D