Febuwhump Day 13: Forced To Hurt A Loved One. Warning for mention of a gun.
'I'm sick and tired of fixing your messes! You're not a baby anymore, Alan. It's time you started acting your age. Grow up!''
The cold fury in Scott's voice and eyes, stopped Alan dead.
'But Scott…'
'Get. Out.'
Alan, eyes wet and lip wobbling, didn't need telling twice, turning around and fleeing.
The door closed and a figure stepped out from the shadows. He smirked at Scott.
'Well done getting rid of your brother, you just saved his life.'
Scott slumped in relief, eyes never leaving the gun trained on him.
He'd saved Alan's life - but at what cost?