never the same

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3rd person pov.

George woke up in a cold sweat. His heart was beating at a fast pace and he could hear it in his hears, his breath was shaky. He tried to remind himself of what his mother had taught him. "Breathe in the scent of freshly baked cookies, breathe out your worries" She would say to him. George took sharp breaths in and out. In and out. In and out. His breathing steadied and his chest rose and fell at an even pace. He rolled his head over to look at his alarm clock. It read 5:43. George knew that there was no point in going back to bed now. It was 7 minutes until he had to be awake anyway. George forced himself out of bed, the red neon letters of his alarm clock glaring at himself as he rose from the covers.

George stepped onto the cold tile of the bathroom floor, shivering at the cold compared to the warmth of the rug that covered the rest of the house. He knew the rest of his family would be awake soon, and if he wasn't out of the bathroom by then, they would be angry. George didn't like dealing with that at 6 in the morning, so he hastily turned on the shower, not waiting for the water to warm up as he stripped his sweat-covered clothes, sweat from the nightmare he had the night prior, off and stepped quickly into the shower. The cold water stung his back. He wouldn't have been surprised if his aunt and uncle turned off the warm water after he went to bed last night to make his morning a mess. George quickly scrubbed himself clean before washing his hair. 

Once he was rinsed off he brushed his teeth with the same toothbrush he had been using for the past 7 months. His aunt and uncle had only bought him one since his move here, they hadn't bothered to buy him another. George rinsed his spit out of the sink and put the brush back in the medicine cabinet, behind the medication that lined the shelves. George picked off a bottle of Advil and quickly took 2, he knew that it would muffle the pain he was likely to endure at school later. He set the bottle back down onto the medicine cabinet and closed the doors. He grabbed his clothes from the night prior and wrapped a towel around his waist. 

George made his way back to his bedroom in a hurry, praying he got there before his uncle got up. 5 feet from the door. 4 feet from the door. George reached for the handle when a door behind him creaked open. George stood there, frozen as he waited for his uncle to come out of the room. He knew that going into his room would make his uncle angry. So he waited. He waited in fear, knowing what was going to come next. 

"Did I say you could shower boy? Water isn't cheap around here I hope you know that. We could've used that water for something that ain't as worthless as you." The man had a British accent from when he lived in England with his father, they were brothers. The country slang sounded so foreign on his tongue. George slowly turned around. His head was bowed, he prayed that his stepfather was too tired to do anything right now. "I apologize. Sir." George kept his head bowed as his siblings came out of their rooms and watched the exchange. George never knew if they had felt bad for the things that had happened to George, and he didn't care. He knew if they felt bad they would have tried to stop him. But they didn't. They stayed silent. They watched. George's uncle gritted his teeth in annoyance. George's face was met with a cold slap, not as strong due to his uncle's sleepy state. "Just get dressed boy, ain't nobody wants to see you out here any longer. You better watch yourself today or you won't be so lucky as to just get a slap."

George nodded and hurried into his room. He watched as his siblings continued with their days pretending like they never saw the exchange between George and his uncle. George pulled out a pair of grey sweatpants and a nice light purple hoodie from his drawer. His aunt and uncle had never bought him more clothes, so he was very lucky his older cousins, now graduated had hand-me-downs that could supply George with more clothes than just the ones he had brought from England. George slipped on his garments and messed around with his hair, before deciding it didn't matter anyway and giving up. He sighed and headed towards his door. 

A faint knock could be heard as he was reaching his door handle. He opened the door and was surprised to see his sister, lily. He was happy to see her, she never looked at him, he rarely looked at her, in this house he had to keep his head down, literally, and hope nobody noticed him. She still wasn't looking at him. George sighed. "Yes, Lily?" George stuttered out. "You took my hairbrush. I know you did. It's gone and you haven't brushed your hair in days. It's not my fault Aunty won't buy you a hairbrush. You deserve it for killing mom. You don't have to take mine. Unlike YOU I have a reputation!" Her words got louder and he prayed his uncle didn't hear. "Lily. I didn't take your hairbrush.. did you check under the sink? You tend to leave it the-" George couldn't finish his sentence before his sister got angry. George told himself he deserved her being angry, he took away her mom, he took away her best friend. "Cut the bullshit, George! I know you took it! Just give it to me! Stop trying to ruin my life haven't you done enough!?" Lily yelled at him, still refusing to look at him. George once again prayed that his uncle didn't hear. He went to talk again when he heard his uncle stomping up the stairs.

"GEORGE YOU LITTLE SHIT! LEAVE YOUR FUCKING SISTER ALONE! I JUST WANT A QUIET MORNING WITH MY WIFE, NIECE, AND NEPHEW, AND YOU RUIN IT FOR EVERYONE." Lily froze, anger still evident on her face, but a hint of almost unrecognizable worry. She still refused to meet George's. eyes. She stepped back as her uncle stormed into George's room. He grabbed George by the collar and started yelling at him more. George just zoned at. Lily walked into her room and started looking for her brush, she looked up, as George's uncle landed the first punch to his face. 

A/N This chapter is longer because I feel as if it should be two chapters but there's only enough like the plot for one long chapter also georges sisters name is lily now

George was beaten by his uncle for what seemed like hours to George. He screamed out in pain, his screams made their way into his sister's ears, and his brother's ears. He wonder if they cared. They must care. Right? George's uncle walked away with one final kick to George's rib cage, but not before saying "Hurry up and leave if your late ill do this all again when you get home" George quickly grabbed his backpack, wincing with every movement. He heard his sister exit her room. She walked into the bathroom where their brother was helping her look for her hairbrush. The door was open. George exited the room and headed for the stairs. He froze as she opened up the cupboard underneath the sink. She stood up with her pink hairbrush, it had an L on it, for Lily. She looked at her brother after staring at the brush. She looked into the mirror, and for the first time since their mother died, she looked george in the eyes, holding her brush. She noticed the bruises on his face, the cut on his lip, on his nose. she noticed his hair was messy, but his skin somehow stayed perfectly milky white, with no blemishes, as was common in their family, at least from their mother. For the first time in her life she say pain on her brothers face, she watched as tears streamed down his face, yet he stayed silent. George broke their eye contact and walked down the stairs and out the door. Lilys eyes glossed over and she looked up to see a frown on her brothers face, yet he quickly shook off the frown noticing his sister looking at him. Her brother side hugged her, "You silly kid, don't loose your brush again." He gave a forced chuckle before telling her to finish getting ready, before walking downstairs to start his car. Lily didn't want to use the brush anymore. She quickly shook off her feelings not wanting to end up like george, and remembering what her family told her about george killing their mom. She acted like she never saw george cry that morning, she acted like she didn't hear his screams, and went to school. 

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btw to make it less confusing here are the siblings ages IN THE PRESENT not at the time of their mothers deaths.

Ben: 19 1/2

George: 18

Lily: 9 3/4

If i said anything about their ages or names in the past, ignore it. This is what it is now. Also every one else that george interacts with at school, besides teachers, is 18 if they are a different age it will be stated at the end of the chapter they appeared in

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