Split Personality

Just in spite of you

sorry for the wait! I just took a bit of a break. but I wanted to ask something of yall if its not to much to ask. can you go to the first chapter and read it again, and then come back here and read this. tell me if this book still makes any sense and tell me if it doesn't and why. thank you. 

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Red's POV:

We arrived. This is it. I get out of the car and walk up to the front door of the German family home. Where I spent the first two years of my life. Because every parent knows it's ok to let a nine year old raise themselves.

I take a deep breath and gather my most cocky self. I need to act stupidly confident to get through this. Britain stands next to me and I knock on the door. My father opens the door and sees me.

Pink spikes and is starting to panic. I keep him away from control and try to help him calm down the most I can in this position.

I smile a sly smile, making sure my teeth are showing nicely. "Hallo." I say. My father's eye twitches as he looks at me. "Why are you here?" he asks, looking mad. "I'm not sure, but I'm here. I think you can manage me being in your general area for a few minutes." I say.

"I brought you to get some changes of clothes." Britain said. "Ah, thank you. Now, what part of the basement are they in? Or did you burn all my things as soon as you got back?" I ask, crossing my arms.

He sighed. "As much as I wanted to do that, I didn't. Your things are in your room, just as you left them. I still have respect for family traditions." my father said looking at me with fire in his eyes. "You saying I don't?" I ask. "You speak like an America for starters. Where's your pride?" he said.

"To be honest I thought it was an upgrade. I got my first job because I got rid of my accent. Thank you very much." I say. "Ok! How about we go inside and get this done in a quick and orderly manner?" Britain said.

Me and my father silently agreed to this and we went inside.

Second's POV:

As we walk in a grab my...sons *shiver* hand. He instantly stops in his tracks. Looking confused and ticked off. "I know you too well to let you roam free in this house. We will lose you quickly." i say to explain my almost uhg...affectionate actions.

He pulls his hand out and holds it close to himself. "Britain is really good at both the locator and teleportation to self spells. I think i can have some freedom." he said with spite not making eye contact with me.

I sigh a little. Still being so rebellious. I barely did anything to him. But, like JE, I know how to get him to do what I want when I want. The difference is I do it to make sure he behaves, where JE does it to make him calm and happy.

I guess she has nothing better to do. But she knows what this one does. She has never used it on him because it's 'bad' and 'abusive' or something like that. As long as it keeps him under control I don't see the problem.

I lift my hand and place it on the left side of his head. My movements were slow but I made sure he felt it. He recoiled and seemed to shrink down. I just need him to remember I am his father and will forever have superiority over him.

He quickly goes into fight flight or freeze. He picked freeze as always. "Now, you aren't being very good. I need you to give me your arm and let me guide you throughout the house. You will let us watch you and you will not complain or show any form of resistance. You will listen and you will stay quiet. Yes?" i say calmly, keeping my hand on his head.

He lifts up his arm and continues to look at the floor. "Yes sir." is all he says. I grab his arm. "Good. you keep acting like this and i might have the ability to call you my son again." I say. "Are you sure this is ok?" Britain asks. "Of course it's ok. He's perfectly fine. He has a pressure point on his head and it brings him back to a special little memory. He was little when that happened." I say.

"It seems a bit, umm, mentally abusive." Britain says. "It doesn't harm him and I'm only doing it so I don't have to get physical with him. It's just easier to do this. I recommend it. He's a lot more compliant like this, trust me." I say in defense. Britain backs down verbally but I know he still has his doubts. Those will go once he realizes it's the only way to keep him under control.

I guide Third up the stairs and Britain follows. We get to the top and I see the door of his old room. I take out the key and unlock it. I open the door and pull him inside. I let go of him and put my hand back on his head, he jumped but no big reaction to the touch.

"You will pick out two outfits like the one you are currently wearing and a pair of long sleeved pajamas." I say. "Yes sir." he says. I take my hand off and he walks to his closet. I turned my attention back to Britain. "See, look at how easy this is. He's being so nice." I say.

Britain was just watching him looking almost sad. "He looks so empty." he said. "So? Wasn't he being annoying earlier? Now look." I say. "You were also being annoying earlier. The difference is that now the only emotion on his face is subtle fear." he says. Britain looks uncomfortable. "Is this why he hates you?" he asks.

"Thats a bold question. But i guess you could say that. It's complicated. You don't need to know." I say. I look and see Third is done. He has two changes of clothes and a pair of pajamas. I walk over and grab a backpack. I take the messenger bag off him and dump out the contents. Then I grab his clothes and put them in the backpack.

"Now to get rid of this bag." I say picking up the messenger bag. I guess that snapped him out of it. He snatched the messenger bag out of my hands. "What are you doing?" I asked. "Protecting my stuff." he said. "A boy should not have a purse, give it here." I say. "It's a messenger bag and you know that! BOYS used these all the time when I was a kid!" he yelled.

"Why do you even like that thing?" I ask. "It has sentimental value that I do not need to explain to the likes of you!" he yelled. "Don't you yell at me!" I say. "Nien! I will do what I want! When I want! I'm not your or anyone else's puppet anymore so stop treating me like one!" He yelled.

I get fed up and reach for his head. He slaps my hand. "And stop doing that! I hate it when you do that!" He yelled. "I only do it because you misbehave." I say. "Well I'm sorry I'm not perfect! I'm sorry that I'm not what you wanted! But I'm what you got! So stop trying to control me and accept the fact I have flaws! You did it once, do it again!" He yelled.

I take a breath. "Get out." I say. He huffs and starts to put his things in his bag. Then he stands and leaves the room. "See what I had to deal with." I say to Britain. "Was he always like this?" He asks.

"No, he used to be the sweetest thing. But he got in trouble and I guess he never fully recovered from the punishment. That's his fault not mine, it wasn't even that bad." I say. "What did he do?" He asked. "I won't say." I said. "What was the punishment then?" He asked. "Nothing too bad. He got what he deserved nothing less." I answer.

"If you say so." Britain answered. 

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hope you enjoyed. thanks for reading. comment as always. 

anyways, toodaloo,

-Grilly