Lonely Little Brother | Book One

Chapter Three: The Long Awaited

Nico POV:

I discovered that the man's name is Ferron Myres. After I told him of the neglect my family had shown me, he decided to take me in. I didn't think my family would care, so I told him not to worry. I found out that he owned a gym, and taught people how to fight. I asked him to teach me, but he refused. He said he didn't want me using my fists to fight my problems, cause I was better than that. Frankly, I didn't think so. All my life, I sat there and took it. So, I won't anymore.

"Sup, wimp," Henderson teased. "Shut up, Henderson!" I shout back. He smacks me upside my head, and I groan. "C'mon, you ready to start?" He asks, and I nod. He grabs my arm, and drags me to the sidelines of the ring. He wraps my wrists, and wraps them in white gauze. "Can you throw a punch?" I look down, and shake my head. "Oh Lord, kid," he sighs.

He leads me to the ring, and puts his hands up. "Punch me," he orders. I shake my head, "N-no!" He groans, and pushes me. "C'mon, kid! Hit me!" He shouts. I pull back my fist, and hit him with all my force. He falls back, groaning. He smiles up at me, and sweeps my feet. I groan, and now we're both on the floor. "You're not bad," he compliments. "Thanks," I blush.

He kicks my ass, and I squeak. "Dude!" I squeal. "You gotta be more manly than that, little mouse," he smirks. I slap his face.

- Two Months Later -

I hit Henderson's weak spot, knocking him over. "Yes! Yes!" I chant. "You've improved a lot, little mouse," he smiles. I sigh, and thank him. "I'm gonna go get some water, and I think you need to head home. Ferron won't be happy if he knows what you've been doing these past months." I sigh, knowing he's right. "I know, Henderson. I just wish he would let me do it with him. I want to help him teach classes, and I want to help him with the business!" I shout. Henderson looks at me puzzled.

"What classes?" He asks. "What do you mean, 'what classes'? You literally go to them," I chuckle. He still looks at me strangely. "What did Ferron tell you he did?" He mumbles. "He owns this gym, right? He said he teaches self defense classes. Is that not it?" I ask, utterly confused. "Oh God, kid. He's not-" He pauses, and his face goes pale. "F-Ferron.." He stutters.

I whip my head around, and I'm greeted with Ferron's pissed face. He looks utterly fucking livid, and I'm a little scared. He stomps towards me in quick strides, looking down on me. "Get up," he seethes. "F-Ferron, I'm sorry, I-" I stutter. "GET. UP." He barks. My hands begin to shake. He grabs my hand, almost launching me into the air. I look back to Henderson, but he's too busy glaring at Ferron.

"Why haven't you told him, Fer?" Henderson taunts. Ferron's head turned so fast, I thought it would snap off. "None of that is his business or burden to carry, so know your place as a member." Ferron says, putting emphasis on the 'member.' Henderson holds his glare, and gave me a sympathetic look. "You seriously expect him to trust you if you won't even tell him one simple thing? Your literal job?" He chuckles. "That's ridiculous," he loses his smile.

"H-Henderson, really, it's okay. I intruded, he didn't have to take me in-" I start, but Ferron put his hand up. "This isn't your fight, Nico," Ferron glares down Henderson. "You know I'm not the type to try and defy you, Ferron. You understand that he needs to know this," he urges on. "It is not your concern what type of relationship I have with Nico, or what I inform him about. Is that understood, Kingman?" It looks like they were challenging each other with their eyes.

Henderson's eyes wavered for a second, and he knew it was over. Ferron tugged me out of the room, and into a smaller infirmary. He took out a small box, and started to bandage some wounds I had from the practice. His eyes were like steel, and it made my whole body feel like jello. "You won't be doing that anymore. I told you that I didn't want you getting hurt, but you didn't listen to me," he scolds tiredly. My body shakes, but I try to stay centered. "I'm sorry. I know you didn't want me to, but I felt like I needed to. I've never ever fought back to anyone, so it felt nice to be able to fight back for a change. I won't say I regret it," I say boldly. His steely eyes meet my soft brown ones, and he squints just barely. "I understand. I dislike that you did it behind my back, but you are in fact good. I'll allow you to train, but you will be punished first. Do you understand?" I smile, and nod.

"Thank you, Ferron. This means more than you imagine," I beam. His eyes soften for a split second, looking like the steel was melting. He simply nods, and pulls me into our bedroom. Yes, we share a bedroom. I know it sounds weird, but he told me he wants to keep me close because he doesn't want me to get hurt. I thanked him, and allowed myself to sleep in his room. Our room.

TBC.
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