Fractured Family

Chapter 4

(Lorenzo POV)

"I'm going to my room," I mumbled. 

I walk away from my family in the living room. I just found out that my brother is going to be coming home and I'm not excited. I've always been the baby and some kid is going to replace me. I hear my dad finishing the conversation with my brothers and trying to catch up to me. 

"Lorenzo come here, stop walking so fast," my dad called out. "Don't give me the silent treatment,"

Still ignoring him, I walk even faster to my room. I finally get to my room, I close my door quickly and lock it.

"Lorenzo opens the door, I'm not kidding. Open it!" My dad says while banging on the door," Stop ignoring me, open the door, and you better have your nose in a corner!"

I lay on my bed and think about everything that is happening. I'm the only one that he treats like a child. I learned that my brothers stopped getting treated like this at 12 years old and it's still happening to me at 17 years old. 

He keeps jiggling the door so I assume that he is picking the lock on my door, but I just lay in my bed hidden in the covers. The sounds at the door went quiet and all of a sudden an angry dad is standing at the door.

"I thought I told you to be in a corner?" He growled at me, "Do you ever listen to me? This attitude needs to go. I've spoiled you for too long and now you think you can run your mouth and act how you want. So get out of bed and get in a corner!"

I turn my head towards him and glance at him, then turn back towards him. He has never talked to me like that and this proves that he loves my long-lost brother more than me. All these thoughts make my eyes start to tear up. I can hear him yelling, but I block his yelling out and more thoughts flood in. 

"You are almost an adult and adults don't ignore their dads. Do you realize you are the most spoiled child ever," He kept rambling to me.

All the yelling and thoughts turned the stray tears into crocodile tears and everything became an overwhelming situation.

"And everything you do is idiotic and..."His yelling died down," My baby, what's wrong? Stop the tears,"

As much as I tried to stop tears they wouldn't. I just wanted my brother, no one else. 

"C-can you bring Cris? I just want my big brother," I stutter out.

"I'll get him for you," Dad said in a guilty voice.

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(Manuel POV)

I walk downstairs, wondering what I'm going to do. My youngest son is coming tomorrow and my Lorenzo isn't doing good. I don't know what to do. I've never felt like this. I get down to the living and see Cristiano reading a book. This kid has never been the smartest but he loves to read. I sit down beside him and he looks at me.

"Lorenzo wants you," I said. 

"What's wrong?" He questioned.

"I was yelling and he broke down. I don't know what to do," I responded shamefully.

"Okay, I'll check on him," He said getting up.

"Where's Miguel?" I asked.

"Decorating Alexandre's room. He's excited to see him," He responded to me.

Cristiano marked the page he left on, got up, and started walking up the stairs. I sat on the couch, head in my hands, thinking bout how I made my son cry. He's always been the apple of my eye, I've given him everything. And now he hates me.