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3- hated by all truth known by none/checks and balnces - morris/david

(morris POV)

(TW: soaking ref talking about suicide and arranged marriage)

I hate my life that's sounds like a thing most adolescent say but if you were me you're feel the same I watch people around me make friends and connections fall in love but I don't have that all I have is Oscar he is my world my brother I love him I would die for him we had each over since forever he sat through all my soccer games and I walked him to all his therapy sessions I worked to get the money for therapy and when he tried to commit couple of weeks ago I drove him to the hospital I watched him bleed out

There's a shout from the kitchen I slam open door see Oscar he standing as he just pushed of a girl Cottonmouth she's glaring at him her arms curled into fists

"I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE ME ALONE" I place my hand on my brother's shoulder

"I think you should leave" I explain calmly something clicks and I see Wiesel holding a knife Oscar glare at both of them folding his arms angrily

"Oscar this is your new wife" he explains quietly

Oscar spits at his feet "rather die than marry her"

Wiesel throws the first punch It hits Oscar on the eye he repeatedly throws punches hitting Oscar his fists are covered in blood Oscar struggles ageist his grip he finally has himself free he runs leaving me with Wiesel

I back slowly as he turns his attention to the lady

I walk into the room Oscar and I share and he is stareing at the mark his soulmate mark it's littered with scar he tried to cut it off when he tried to....

He in ball right in corner of the bed his hoodie pulled over his head his head phones plugged in to his head phones playing some podcast but he stares at his mark

I sit down next to him he looks away he pulls his headphone he's now tracing my mark it's on my shoulder

It's a Dimond with an arrow through it on my upper arm

Theirs a yell from the kitchen lots of yells

I grab mine and Oscar bag "I'm Fucking done" I mutter as I throw a mix of stuff Oscar watching me pack

"Were will we go?" Oscar asks me watching me pack

I shug "away." He stands up throwing stuff in another bag the rooms pretty much empty now the bags are now stuffed full of everything myself and Oscar

I grab the keys form the dish car keys in a fluid motion I remove the house key and all the others just taking the car Oscar throws his backpack over his shoulder getting in the car

I rev the engine and we are gone never again we get on the outside of Harlem and you could hear a pin drop in the car oscars watching the building pass we find a some what sheltered place
(Time skip week later)
Oscars asleep on the back seat and it hits me we've been homeless a full week I bite my bottom to hold back tears

Oscars only happiest state is asleep he hold the squish-mellow I got him for his 12th birthday I drift off

tap tap f//k Oscars awake as well I throw open the door

It's David Jacks boy

"What the f//k you want Jacobs" he laughs nervously
"Well your homeless" I roll my eyes
"Yeah no sh/t Sherlock"oscars getting out the car "Oscar get back in the car"he doesn't move "get back In the f//king car" he gives me a reproachful look
"Anyway.... I have a shelter you can live in if you want?" He pauses "you'll have to share with some people though"