𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 ✦ 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐬

'I hope you dont mind, i made your kid bat-shit crazy.'

[ Y/n ]

"It's called delusion disorder. It may be a precursor to schizophrenia."

I looked over at Finn who was staring at the floor. "Is it treatable?" I asked. "Well... We can try therapy and put him on anxiety medication." I nodded and the doctor gave me a nod back. "In the meantime... I'd keep a close eye on him. It's not uncommon for there to be some sort of... Running theme in delusions. If he thinks his brother is really threatening him, he will continue to try to... Defend himself."

I nodded again and stood up. "Thank you for your time doctor."

"No problem. Next time you come in I'll have some things for you to look over and lots of paperwork so Victor doesn't need to be present for that."

I smiled and grabbed Finn's hand. "I'll see you then! Have a good day!" We waved and walked out of the room. "Vic, come on buddy." Finn picked Victor up and we walked back to the car.

. . .

"He's a fucking psychopath. He tried to kill Oliver." Finn whispered harshly. "Do not talk about Victor like that. He thought Oliver was trying to hurt him. He's a good kid." I defended. Finn sighed and shook his head. "What happened? How did we create... Such a dark person?"

"Finn-"

There was a loud crash and Finn and I immediately ran to the twins' room. Oliver was crying and Victor was holding a shard of broken glass. He'd knocked over the lamp. Finn ran over and grabbed Victor. "What is wrong with you?!" He shouted. "Finn! Stop!" I pleaded as I picked up Oliver. "Why can't you be fucking normal?!"

Victor stared silently at Finn, who was getting angrier by the moment. "Oliver can't fucking speak! He doesn't even have his vocal chords! You're imagining it. All of it, okay? Just be fucking normal!"

"FINN!"

Finn looked at me and I grabbed Victor. I carried the two of them out of the room and into the living room. I turned the tv on and sat Oliver down. "Come here bubba." I hugged Victor close to me and rocked him. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm like this. I'm sorry mommy." I shook my head and set Victor on the counter.

"No, no, no baby. Don't apologize. Well, not to me. To your brother. Victor I know it's hard but you have to understand... Oliver can't speak. He loves you very much. You're his best friend. He would never hurt you. And daddy loves you too. He's just stressed and very nervous. He wants to do the right thing for you and Oli. Okay? He loves you so much baby." I whispered.

Victor nodded and wiped his tears away. "I'm a good boy?"

I smiled and placed my hands on his cheeks, kissing his forehead. "You're a good boy Victor. I know you are."

.  .  .

Finn sat with his head in his hands, crying. I stared at him for a moment before shutting the door. He looked back at me and wiped his eyes. "I'm-"

"Don't apologize to me." I whispered.

Finn cleared his throat and looked away from me. "I have to leave in a week to go to a few conventions in Florida. I'll be gone for two weeks." He said. "Fine." I walked over to the bed and sat down. Finn stood up and I watched him get dressed. "What are you doing?" I asked. "I'm going to my parents' house..."