The Adventures of Skittles

Chapter 9 - The Seventh Founding Family

Hello!

Like I said last chapter - if you read the A/N - this one is all about the Gerards. The whole bunch of them.

I attached a picture of their home and a song that describes Val. This is in his POV, btw.

Enjoy!

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Chapter 9 - The Seventh Founding Family

It's been a week since we arrived and I still can't believe that we're back in town. I felt like I missed a lot of things, I feel guilty about some of it, and fucked because of the reason why we left.

7 o'clock in the morning, Saturday, 20th of September.

That's today. And I stand in the middle of the sidewalk, in front of our house, the place where I grew up, my so-called childhood home is the same place where she died. It's fucked up. She's fucked up.

"You should forgive her." Didn't bother to turn seeing as I already know who it was, my dearest Father. "Have you ever heard the phrase easier said than done?" I asked, sarcasm clear in my tone. "You should start forgiving her, Valentino, her soul might never rest in peace if you -" "Do you think I give a fuck about her soul?" My voice was deadly, my breathing became labored and my eyes narrowed in anger as I turned to the bastard who said those words.

I pointed towards our house. "That. That shit hole of a house that you call home should've been the foundation of my happiest memories as a kid. It should've been that. It would've been that if only you listened." I whispered in a deadly tone. "But you didn't." I hissed. A pained look was painted across his face. "Val." It wasn't a statement, it was a plea. He was pleading, begging me for forgiveness. I ignored the pang that I felt as I watched my Father stooped so low just for me to forgive him.

"You're right, Dad." I practically spewed the word out of my mouth. "I should start forgiving her." I smirked when I saw hope flash in his eyes. "But I loathe her. And I resent you."

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We used to be the perfect family, well, that was until my sister cracked. When I was 4, her and I were close but when I turned 7, we weren't anymore. She was 16 when it all happened. She had anger management issues and every time that she can't handle it, she takes it out on me, her defenseless little brother. At first, she will apologize after hitting me and then after a few times of doing she stopped apologizing. She always do it behind closed doors and she even threatened to make it worse if I say something to our parents.

It went on for 2 more years.

I remember wanting to never go home. I remember telling Cloud about it and him convincing me to tell my parents. He said that if I don't take the risk, she won't stop, so I did but our poor excuse of a Father didn't listen, even Mom. They said that Lydia, - my sister - even though she have issues, she won't do that to me. It sucked when they didn't believe me. I wasn't bruised that day, maybe the reason why didn't buy it was because there was really no evidence of her hitting me.

The beatings got worse. She said that I was stupid to tell Mom and Dad about it so she hit me again. Normally, she only uses her hands but this time, she didn't. She had a block of wood in her hand. She started hitting me and I guess, some time in the middle of the beating, I snapped because the next thing I know, she was lying on the floor, lifeless, dead. And the block of wood was in my hand.

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That's basically the reason why we left town. I killed my own sister, although I can't remember that I did. My psychiatrist said that it was because I was on autopilot. She said that I went into a dissociated state where my feelings are really kind of split off from what I was doing.

Throughout the years, I felt guilty for killing her. The psychiatrist told me that it was okay, that I was only doing it because I was defending myself which is true, I was only doing that. But the thing is, she didn't understand that what I'm feeling is only guilt, yes, I felt guilty but that doesn't mean that I don't loathe her. My parents, I also blamed them. It was partially their fault for not listening to me.

Cloud is the only one who knew about what really went down this house. He's my best friend, my brother, we tell each other everything. So of course, he knew.

"I know, son." Daddy dearest whispered. "You resent us - your mother and I - but you have to understand that -" "There's nothing to understand. You didn't listen. You didn't trust my word because back then, in front of your eyes - and mother's, I was kid." I was calm, cool, and collected when I said that. I sighed before closing my eyes and opening them again. "Take your own advice; forgive yourself. This was partially your fault, yes, that's true. But, don't take all the blame because it was also her fault. Most of it." And this time, there were emotions visible in my eyes.

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That was The Gerards.

And we're back! All of the characters' background were given and laid down. We're done with that! We are now going back to the usual sequence.

I know I said that I'll be giving Cloud a more detailed background with his POV and I will but that'll have to wait until later.

Short chapter, I know. Don't worry, it'll get longer. Hahaha!

That's all! Hope you enjoyed!

J.