Bad Guy: 2p!America x Reader

Chapter 8

From what you gathered from Al, which wasn't that much, his brother was quiet, dark-minded, and tough. He technically was only his half-brother, but he didn't go into that. His name was Matthew, but he preferred Matt, the same way Alfred preferred Al. Nothing else. He was Canadian, unlike Alfred, and he wouldn't be afraid to tell you what he thought. Honestly, you were a little worried of meeting him.
You decided to go shopping for the brothers during school. Al was stuck taking an exam that you were thankfully exempt from. He said he was 'mad' at you for leaving him alone, but you didn't really mind.
Absentmindedly, you walked inside a sports store, looking around for anything that caught your eye for either of them when you found Al's gift. A sleek, new Louisville Slugger, luckily on clerance. You figured this was something he would love and use. You purchased it, along with a package of nails, hoping he would like it somewhat. Now, all you needed was Matthew's present.
You were afraid to assume anything about him since he seemed like the kind of person that would hurt you if you did. Finally, you settled for giving him a $20 in an envelope with a note apologizing for not knowing him well enough. You hoped that would be enough.
It was the evening December 24th when Al came past your apartment to pick you up.
"Oi, Shortstop!" He yelled, letting himself in. "Where are-"
He stopped when he saw you walk out of your room. You had on a simple black dress and short heels, along with randomized red and green accessories. You looked up at him. "I'm sorry, it's too much, isn't it? I guess I'm still used to my family Christmas dinners. We always had to dress up. It was annoying, but it seems to be a habit. I'll go change-"
"No," he said suddenly. "You look fine. I just look underdressed, which is normal anyway, so it's all good."
You smiled and followed Alfred down stairs, noticing he was somewhat dressed up as well. He had on black jeans, a clean, white button up shirt along with his classic bomber jacket. Outside, there was a cab waiting with a ticked off driver. You quickly scrambled into the vehicle along with your gifts. Al scooted in beside of you and took the larger gift from your hands.
"This one's mine," he stated with a grin. "Mine's bigger."
You roll your eyes. For a while, he brags and teases you for getting him the bigger present, then he begs you to let him open it, which you refuse to let him do. Alfred whines for a while and you finally compromise to let him open it when he gets inside his brother's house.
After about twenty uneventful minutes, the cab pulls down a dirt road leading to a cabin. It was dark, so you could see lights shining out from the windows, illuminating the snow covered ground. The cab parked and Alfred rushed out, running into his brothers home. You thanked the cab driver and handed him a tip.
Feeling a bit unwelcome, you cautiously proceeded into Matthew's home. You peeked your head into the door and heard an excited squeal, then heavy footsteps running. You'd barely stepped into the kitchen before Al's arms caught you in, what you assumed to be, a hug.
"Thanks for the kickass bat, ______!" he yelled, still hugging you. "You even got me nails!"
He ran off to get his new bat, leaving you alone-or so you thought. As you turned around, you nearly collided with a tall, burly-looking guy. You looked up to see his violet eyes staring at you, a piece of his dirty blonde hair had came out of his ponytail and fell in front of them. A cigarette dangled out of the corner of his mouth, emitting a bit of smoke between the both of you. Taking a step back, you noted his attire: a plaid button up shirt (that wasn't buttoned), a black shirt underneath, dark jeans and brown boots. You began to feel over dressed.
"Sorry," you apologized quickly. "I didn't hear you behind me."
He grunted, putting out his cigarette in a nearby ash tray. "You must be _____."
"Yes, and you're Matt." you said. Smiling nervously, you became aware of the envelope that you were fiddling with in your hands and handed it to him. He took it, slit open the top with a pocket knife and read through the note, then took out the money. He gave you a nod of thanks and said he had something for you as well. Matt turned and walked down the hall, giving you time to take off your shoes that were killing your feet.
When Matthew returned, Al was trailing behind him, asking about food.
"I have turkey in the freezer, Al."
"I'm a vegetarian."
"I know," he replied curtly. "So, just suck it up and eat meat or starve. I don't care."
A silence followed. You felt awkward being with the brothers while they were fighting. You did your best to stay out of the way. You continued thinking until Matthew's voice brought you back.
"You eat meat, right, _____?"
"Yes, I'll eat anything really."
"Good, I don't need another picky eater like Al," he muttered.

Dinner, for the most part, was quiet. The clanking of silverware and the occasional question to you and yelling between the brothers. It all seemed normal, and you were settling into the odd atmosphere. The real fun began after dinner, when both of them finally agreed on something: bringing out the alcohol. As much as you wanted to remind Al of his previous encounter with underage drinking, you kept your mouth shut. The three of you moved to the living room, where Al was hammering the nails into his new bat, and Matthew was channel surfing for a hockey game while polishing his own hockey stick. You sat on the hearth in front of the fire place and watched the two of them drink. It looked like scotch, maybe whiskey. You grinned at the scene, it looked like it could be a messed up Christmas Hallmark movie.
You broke from your thoughts when you heard Alfred say, "So, how's it been going, Mattie?"
"I told you not to call me that," he said not looking up.
"C'mon, it's just a name-"
"A name that I don't want to be called," Matt growled through gritted teeth. "So, shut up."
"What's wrong? Scared to fight with me, aren't you, Mattie?"
A loud thud was heard after that. You realized that it was the sound of Matthew's hockey stick against Alfred's shoulder. You stood up to help him, but quickly figured out that's exactly what Al had wanted. He swung back with his bat, slightly missing his brother's head. Matt countered with a jab to Al's stomach. You watched in shock as Alfred slammed his bat into Matt's arm, leaving puncture holes with blood pouring out of them. He smiled with victory, grabbing his alcohol and drinking proudly. Matthew took his own bottle and shattered it against the side his brother's head. You gasped, seeing the cut on your friend's cheek. Quickly, you rushed between them.
"Guys, please stop fighting. You're going to kill each other!"
"That's the point," they both said, simutaneously.
"But it's Christmas. I just wanted to spend time with you two. Stop fighting, please," you asked with sincerity.
Al's red eyes glinted in the light. "I didn't invite you here to meet the family, Doll Face," he slurred. "I just needed a nurse to clean me up once we were finished."
You stood, slack-jaw, at his words. 'My only friend I had in this town had only invited me here to fix him after he was hurt. He didn't want to spend Christmas with me. He hadn't cared at all,' you thought, your eyes tearing up. 'I should've known.'
Amidst the sadness and tears, an overwhelming anger built up inside of you. It boiled over as you screamed at him, calling him curse words and degrading names. You raised your hand back, and smacked him hard across the face.
"Fuck you, Al," you growled, grabbing a bottle and forcing down the burning drink. You ran out the door, slamming it hard, and continued back down to the main street you came from.