Complicated

Chapter 41: My brother

y'all haven't heard exactly what happened with Fred yet, so here you go. also thought y'all should see how amazing Roxy is, especially regarding protecting her best friend.

M Y  B R O T H E R

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Roxy's POV

There's hardly time to take a shower.
Hug my family and take your picture off the wall.
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I thought about that evening as I watched Kathy walk out of the dining hall after her huge confession, her devastating confession. And I've never felt more conflicted in my life.

That day, I got called to the headmistress' office, and I had no idea why.

I walked inside and inhaled sharply when I saw my dad, his dark brown hair a bit tangled from how much he had probably pulled it today.

He used to have bright orange-red hair, like Fred, but he dyed it after he lost his brother, he couldn't stand to look in the mirror and see his brother every single time.

I don't have a twin, twins have this special connection that even regular siblings would never have, like how close my dad and uncle were, and how Kathy and Ric's nightmares work.

I looked across from my dad's stressed out face to see the headmistress sharing a look of equal distress and my brother with a look of fear.

Ugh.

I looked away. I can't even look at my brother when just a mere week ago he... ugh. I shuddered.

"Finally!" My dad shouted at me, making me jump.

"Hey, don't scream at me. Scream at the imbecile." I growled, smacking my brother in the back of his head, making him glare at me and causing me to smack him again.

"I still can't believe it." My mom sighed.

Oh shut up mom. Always fucking coddling him.

"Well, he is expelled, that much should be presumed." The headmistress explained, a look of deep disgust on her face that she didn't even bother trying to hide.

Good. Neither should she.

I scoffed. "He should go to Azkaban is what he should do."

"Roxanne..." My mum warned.

"She's right, Angelina. Stop protecting the bloody idiot." George barked at her.

I've never heard him talk to my mother like that.

"George, he's still your son."

"No!" My dad yelled and stood up. "No son of mine would EVER touch a woman without her consent. Or anyone, for that matter."

"I didn't—" Fred began, but my father stormed over to him in less than a second and struck his face.

Hard.

Holy shit. My father has definitely never hit us.

But now, I'm glad he hit him.

"Blimey, Dad!" Fred groaned.

"Shut up! How could you?!" My father screamed, enraged. "How could you touch a woman... touch Kathy without her consent?! What the fuck is wrong with you?! Did you forget who the fuck raised you?! Because neither your mum or I would ever, EVER, let you treat a woman that way. We should tell your grandmother." Fred's eyes widened and panic overtook his face. "Yes." My dad nodded. "That's exactly what we should do. Your grand mum would NEVER let you get away with this... this... this inhumanity."