Gus's P.O.V
*CRASH*
"FUCK, TOM- SHHH!!!" I hear my dad shout from downstairs, causing me to wake up. I look over at Matt, who was still peacefully sleeping beside me. I have no idea how he didn't wake up from that, that was fucking loud.
"DONT TELL ME WHAT TO DO!" Mr Tholomule yells back, slurring over his words. He was clearly, very intoxicated.
*CRASH*
"OH MY TITAN TOM! WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU ALWAYS LIKE THIS?" I hear my dad yell, clearly getting angrier by the second. He sounds less intoxicated than Tom, but still a bit drunk. He is never this angry when sober.
As they continue to argue downstairs, I can hear Matt starting to stir beside me, starting to wake up. I shuffle to the edge of the bed, get up and lock the door. I've seen them fight like this before, we do not want them coming in here. And even if they try, if they can't get in they will give up after a few minutes.
"What are you doing? What's going on?" Matt asks in a low whisper, but still loud enough for me to hear. He sits up in the bed, looking me in the eye as I go and sit beside him.
"They're fighting, again." I sigh. "As they do every time they go to the pub together."
*KNOCK*
*KNOCK*
*KNOCK*
"Matt? Gus? It's Steve, are you guys awake?" I hear come from the door, it's very easily recognized as Steve's voice. I give Matt a quick glance before getting up off the bed with a sigh and unlocking the door, revealing Steve standing there, looking around frantically. "Oh thank Titan." He says with a sigh as he walks in, closing the door behind him. I go to sit on the bed beside Matt, and he goes and sits at the desk.
"I can't believe they still choose to go to that place knowing that they always come home like this." Steve scoffs. "Especially knowing that you guys are both here."
"It's fine, I'm used to it. Perry comes over a lot after dad comes home from the pub. And it's always like this." Matt says with a trace of sadness in his voice. "But they're usually better by morning."
"Yeah, my dad almost never comes home after going out with your dad, unless they both come to my house. Thankfully they don't go out too often anymore, but it's still stupid." I say.
"TOM, PUT THE BOTTLE DOWN.. TOM.." Perry says in a overly defensive tone, somethings definitely wrong.
*CRASH*
The sounds of shattering glass echos through the house.
What the fuck was that..
"FUCK YOU!!" My dad screeches, his voice higher than usual, and his voice seems unsteady and, in pain almost?
*SMACK*
"What the fuck is going on down there?" Matt asks, his voice shaky. He moves closer to me, resting his head against my shoulder.
"They're fighting.. I think I should probably go intervene, put a sleep spell on them or something. Uhh, do either of you have sleeping nettles?" Steve asks.
We both shake our heads, who in their right mind just has sleeping nettles on them randomly. "Okay then.. I think I could try to do it without sleeping nettles I guess. I'll be back, lock the door behind me." He said as he got up from the desk. I nodded, getting up behind him to lock the door. After he left I walked back to the bed and pulled out my scroll. 3:26am.
"Its really late.." Matt yawns, lying back down onto the pillow. I could tell how tired he was just by looking at him. He has dark circles, his movements were slow and rare, and he could barely keep his eyes open.
"You should go back to sleep." I say softly, pulling the blanket up over his legs and onto his chest. "I'll make sure Steve is alright." Matt doesn't even try to argue. He nods before grabbing the blanket and rolling onto his side, falling asleep almost immediately. I laugh slightly at the sight.
I almost completely forgot about what was happening downstairs until I heard two loud Thuds come from downstairs. I'm assuming that was Steve's sleeping spell working. It did take around 5 extra minutes after the noise before Steve actually came back upstairs. I open the door to see him with a small amount if blood on his hands, face, thighs and arms.
"What happened?" I asked. To be honest, I'm not even sure if I want the answer.
"My dad hit your dad with a bottle, shattering it across his face. I healed most of that with healing magic, but my healing knowledge is a bit rusty, so it's not a great job. And my dad suffered a few smacks to the head, but he'll be fine." Steve said hastily, having to stop for breath at multiple points. "But I put a sleep spell on them, should last for 8 hours."
"Alright, thanks Steve, you're the best!" I call down the hallway, after Steve leaves. He gives me a peace sign before walking into his bedroom. I sigh, closing and locking the door behind me, as I lazily make my way back to bed. All the adrenaline had finally worn off and now I was exhausted. I check to see if Matt was still awake, and not to my surprise, he wasn't awake. I shrug, crawling into bed beside him and wrapping my arms around his body, digging my face into his back. After a few short seconds, I drift off to sleep.
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