Love & War

Words Like Knives

Dave's P.O.V.

I walked into my house, slouching as I clicked the door closed as softly as I could.

"Dave!?"

Damnit. I kept my head low so that my light-blonde fell over my shades and eyes as I emerged into the cold white light of our small kitchen.

"Where the fuck have you been young man?" Bro yelled at me.

I flinched but met his gaze. Bro'd been pretty bad now since the accident I'd had with Rose. Best not to think about that right now.

"I told you Bro, I was running a little late. My bike's tire popped and I had to take it to the shop," I replied in a cool tone, trying not to provoke his anger anymore than I already had.

"Do you know how worried I've been?" Bro growled, standing up and stepping in front of my as I tried to retreat to my room,"I was about ready to call the police!"

"I'm sorry that you have become such a motherfuckin' mother-"

My sentence was cut off as Bro's Palm smacked across my face. My eyes widened behind my shades and I froze in surprise. "Don't you dare call me your mother Dave."

"You used to call me 'Lil' Bro'!" I spat before turning and sprinting out the front door.

"And stay out too you fucking baby!" Bro yelled after me.

I felt hot tears burn in my eyes, as well as an angry-crying feeling in my chest. Bro never hit me. Never. I ran-stumbled farther and farther from my house and found a dark, sheltered looking porch and collapsed on the welcome mat, hoping the owner didn't mind teenage boys sleeping at their doorstep.

I heard a voice call my name but sleep swept over me like a wave and last thing I remember is seeing a very fuzzy looking boy with grey skin and orange-yellow nubs on his head.