Does It Ever Get Better? (On Hold. Again. I'm Sorry)

"Brotherly Love." - Chapter 7

Michael's p.o.v.

I finally got home and I came home to see a mess. Chip bags were everywhere on the ground, plates stacked in the sink, and Devon crashed out on the couch. Great. It's also quieter than usual. I walked over to Devon. "Devon." I called. In response, he snored. I grabbed an open water bottle and then splashed the water on him. I have had it with the day. I went to a few auditions for some new roles and each one was a complete bust. I miss when things were easier. Lately, I feel as if I'm failing my brothers and sister.

"What the fuck?!" He yelled as he jumped up.

"Excuse me?!" I growled as I stood behind him. They all know I hate swearing. It's bad and makes you sound uncivil.

He turned to face me. "Ohh, hey, Michael." He forced a big grin.

"Yeah, hey. Where is everyone?" I asked, tapping my foot. I have the feeling something is very wrong, but there is the chance that I am just stressed.

"Jordan's upstairs writing a song, Todd and Drake went up the street to get guitar picks. Oh, Seth's helping Jordan." He explained and then paused to think. "Yup. That's everyone." He then took off his shirt.

"Really? That's everyone?" I questioned him as I handed him a clean shirt from the hamper that I was supposed to bring upstairs much earlier.

"Well, you and I are standing here. So, yeah-"

"How about our LITTLE SISTER??!!" I screamed at the end.

"Who?" He asked as if she never existed.

"Devon, don't play stupid. Where the fuck is Evan?" It's well known that I'm being serious when I start swearing. I know Devon and Evan don't get along. They never have, but sometimes I fear for Evan's well-being.

"Ohh, her. I don't know. Maybe with Gavin?" He shrugged as he slipped the clean shirt on.

"Fine. Go do the dishes for me." I asked him.

"What!? Why me?" He asked.

"Because I said so. Now go!" I replied.

"What? No!" He fought back.

I really couldn't be bothered to remember whose day it was to do dishes. He was here now and wasn't doing anything. "Devon you either do the dishes, or you're going to fucking regret it." I seethed. With that said, he was quick to the kitchen. I was about to go upstairs with the hamper I had forgotten about earlier,  when there was a knock on the door. "Coming!" I yelled so that whoever was on the other side could hear. I opened the door after leaving the hamper by the stairs and saw my tall, blonde boyfriend in his cop uniform. To his left was Todd and to his right was Drake. He was holding both of them by their bicep. Todd was covering his nose, it seemed to be bruised from what I could see, and I think I saw some blood. "Oh, God." I sighed. "Come in." I told them. He pulled them in and into the living room. I shut the front door and entered the room myself. "Okay, what happened? And why are you covering your nose?" I asked in almost a defeated manner as I looked between Chad and then Todd.

"Show him." He said sternly. Todd rolled his eyes before dropping his hand to his side and reveal his nose that was covered in blood and bruising badly.