As Buck was driving back home and he kind of had an uneasy feeling lie he missed something. Not knowing what else to do he drove right to the fire department. "Hey buck isn't today your day off?" Eddie speaks up when buck walks up to the table where the rest of the team is eating dinner. "It is" answers bobby for him "what are you doing here buck?" He sits down at his chair and starts to talk " i just needed to talk about something, because its driving me crazy." Everyone looked at him and waited "ok were you listening whats going on?" Ask bobby in a calm voice. "So i was visiting my brother today to help him fix his bike" "you have a brother?" Eddie interrupts him mid sentence, bobby and Hen both looking equally shocked." Yeah ? But thats not the point" buck try's again but Eddie makes some weird gesture with his hand and says "how comes we never heard of him and how old are we talking about?" Buck sighs accepting his fate and starts to explain " he is my younger brother he is 17 and we it never came up are u satisfied? " he ask and when Eddie nods he gets back to his original plan " so i was visiting my my brother and, i don't know now that i think about it more he just seemed kinda odd when we talked or more like tense and i cant figure out why" and now that he said it out loud it kind of sounds dumb and as if he was imagining things but he could swear that something about Isaac was off today. "Ok, but you do know that teenagers in general are a bit odd sometimes ?" Chimney says "and the hand full of times when i meet your brother he just seemed the same amount off as the rest of you Buckleys " Hen looks at chimney with betray in her eyes "you knew about him and didn't tell me?" Before that could escalate further bobby interrupts " ok buck and what made you think that he behaved odd?" Buck pulled his head in his hands and then looked again at bobby. " i don't really know, he wouldn't really look me in the eye and the whole tie we were talking he was like tense" buck watches as bobby nods along "it dies sound like something is up, did he tell you anything that happened recently that would point to him having a secret?" Buck thinks about it and sighs "i mean he told me a secret which was the reason for a fight...."
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Slowly Isaac walked back inside and begun doing his chores, cleaning the kitchen, vacuuming the house and doing the laundry. It wasn't necessarily stuff he liked doing but if you live somewhere you also have to do your part there, so he doesn't complain the only problem was that sometimes he needed longer for it ao he kind of skipped doing homework theses days, but at least if that happens again he can sleep longer because with his bike fixed he doesn't need as long to school, he really is thankful to buck and thinking of buck brings a smile to his face because then he has to think of the potential marriage that could happen soon. And Maddie really deserves a happy marriage, he was just finishing putting everything in the dryer when he could hear the front door open, instantly his mood drooped, one could say hey their your parents you should be happy or more grateful to them but in Isaacs opinion those people can go fuck them self.
He was debating with himself if he should say hello to them or staying in here and hiding as long as possible but he wasn't a coward their just his parents nothing more he told himself again and again. He couldn't really explain why but his legs felt as if they were out off jello, when he walked over to the kitchen were he could he them talking, his heart began to beat really fast, why was his body reacting this way? Nothing happend he was just going to say hello, so why? His body nearly stopped walking but he refused to and forced his legs to carry him to the kitchen but he didn't go in, the mind is stupid sometimes he thinks. He stands on the threshold to the kitchen as if that was safer then one step further where he would stand in the kitchen. when he finally looked up and didn't just watch his feet he saw his mother holding a glass wine and his father standing a few feet next to her. "Welcome back" he says and his mouth feels as if it was made of bricks. "Hello Isaac, and how was your day with Evan?" His mother ask and he could never describe what it was but his mothers tone was always such sweet sickening voice that even the innocent question sound like a threat to him. "Good, he helped me fix my bike" he answers in a calm voice eben though his heartbeat was everything but calm. " thats great to hear darling, after ll you couldn't do it yourself " and was that to be an insult ? He doesn't know but it definitely feels like one, his mother was a professional in hiding them in casual sentences. "How was your evening?" He questions back just to be polite and not because he has any interest in what the two wehere doing. "Your father and i had a wonderful dinner, it so nice, just quiet and peace without any trouble " his mother answers with a smile and ok this definitely was suppose to be something against him. He looked at his father and just like always he was just standing, like nothing was amiss. "Come here isaac, you still need to finish those dishes." The dishes she was referring to to were some cups she and his father just used. He could feel anger rise again inside him but this time he tried to push it down. "Sure" he mumbles annoyed . "Isaac" warns his father apparently not liking his tone.
Still not happy about it, isaac walked over and started cleaning the cups, when he moved to put the cups back into the cabinet he made the mistake of not looking behind him, so with one misstep he walked right into his mother who lets her wine glas fall down, and god does his mother love her wine. Not the seconds later the yelling start, and his muscles go into a freeze not able to move he cant do anything when the first hit comes, it pushes him right on the ground, pain reaches over his arm where it landed in the broken glass, with wide eyes he watches how blood slowly flows onto the ground creating a little puddle and not a moment later awareness comes in and he finally pulls his arms up to protect himself, all he can hear is the drumming of his heartbeat, distantly he knows that his mother is screaming at him but it sounds so far away like a static tv.
He doesn't know how long he sits there but when he can feel his awareness coming back and the feeling in his limps return, its pitch black outside. He looks around but its quiet and every light is off. Now that he finally can feels something again, his arm really starts to hurt when he finally looks down its red and some off the blood is already dried, at some places he can see the glass poking out, still half on autopilot he manage to put the broken wine glass away and cleans the floor of the red wine mixed with some of his blood.
When he finally walked into his room the pant up emotion release, his knees hit the ground and tears start to roll down his face, blood slowly starts to roll down his arm and drop on his floor but he knows he cant stay like this so heaves himself up and opens his closed where he stacked a first aid kid. Pulling glass out off your own arm isn't really easy he thinks and washes the last bid of blood away before pulling some bandages around it. Really emotional exhausted he falls down in his bed burying himself in the blanked, he knows it is childish he looks probably like a 7 year old who is scared from the monster under his bed, but for him its real and it sleeps downstairs. After sometime he unwraps himself snd puts some comfy clothes on, and he is pretty sure that its one of bucks old hoodies he let in the house when he moved out, like this he finally try's to sleep, pretending like this was just a nightmare and he was sleeping with his siblings in one bed again because he was scared of the monsters.
Waking up felt like he was dying not in the literal way but his head was killing him and his muscles felt as if he ran 10 miles straight, he is also pretty sure that he didn't slept more than a few hours, in agony he stood up and pulled on one pants not bothering to change the hoodie he was still wearing, he grabbed his phone that he somehow remembered to plug in over the night and his school bag and walked down the stairs as quiet and quickly as he could, not seeing anyone he made himself his coffee and a toast and made his way in the garage to grab his bike. It kind of hurt when he drove and he couldn't really breath that much but he made it work till school, where he slept through most of his classes and in those where he was awake he couldn't really participate because his brain felt like someone was poking it with a sledgehammer.
At home it he walked on eggshells around the house and that for days but at least his headache went down after another day and his muscles stopped hurting. Even the bruise from the ring got finally less visible as the pain from his torso lessened but he still avoided his parents as much as possible which wasn't very hard when they didn't really cared if you existed and only noticed you when they needed something. Most of the day when he was at home he would do his chores and afterwards work on all his school work he still needed to learn for his midterms. With this schedule he was even able to stay awake in class and learn at least something at some point he participated once. So everything was going great, he had his bike back, he got enough sleep and his schoolwork was looking good, it was just that he was really uncomfortable being in the house when his parents where home, but he can live with that, its not like it's different than before, right?
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FanfictionIsaac is the third sibling of buck and maddie, his live isn't any better then that of his siblings, his only hope is that in one year he will be eighteen and can finally move out. But some unforeseen circumstances might give him new hope or destroy...
