Written in Ink: Book One (Germacest/PruCan)

Chapter 3

Gilbert's P.O.V

Before I knew what happened, I felt a sharp stinging pain spread across my face. I looked up and my father was standing over me, I brought my hand up to my face because it hurt. I clench my jaw and my who body starts shaking, "Don't jou ever touch me. Jou don't have any right to touch me. Ze day jou left my mother and left her alone vith me is ze day jou lost ze right to put jour hands on me like zat."

"I'm still jour vater, and don't ever talk to my vife like zat again."

I stood and left the room, I couldn't stand to be in there one more second. So I ran up to my room and slamming the door. I never thought my father would put his hands on me, and every bone in my body was telling me to run away and live on my own. But something was holding me back, every time I thought of leaving this house forever my chest clenched in pain. So I just laid on my bed, looking up at the ceiling until I heard a quiet knock on the door.

I looked at the door and don't want to get up so I just yell, "Come in!" I keep looking at the door to see who comes in. Ludwig's little blond head peeks in to my room and says, "Are jou okay? I have never seen him hit someone like zat." I roll away, I don't want him to see the red hand print that is probably on my face. "I'm fine, I just need some time."

I hear him take a couple steps into the room, then stop, standing next to my boxes. He stays quite, but when he speaks my heart stops. "vho is zis?" I slowly turn back to him, seeing he look into the box that held my mother's picture. "Zhat is my mother." I watch his face, seeing it get really sad then he looks at me and asks, "I seen her at ze hospital vhen ve came to pick jou up. Vater stopped in front of her room, she was just sleepi-" His voice cut off, and he looked away when he realized what must have happened. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know... zat is vhy jou have to live vith us now." I feel tears want to spill from my eyes again, I never wanted him to know. He is too young to know what death is, especially witness it first hand.

"It vasn't jour fault, it is ze fault of ze bastard zat hit her car. Zey are lucky zat I don't know vho zey are." I get angry again, taking my pillow and chucking it at the wall. Then I look back at Ludwig and see his face, my anger slipping away. "I'm sorry zat jou had to find out, I never vanted jou to." I get up from my bed, going to the box that holds my mother's picture and I pull it out. Setting it on my dresser since there is no reason to hide it anymore. I start absentmindedly pulling out other things and putting them where I want them, then something comes to my mind. "How old are you Ludwig?"

He paused and looked at me, "I'm eleven, vhy?"

"So you are old enough to go to Gymnasium?" (A/N): Will explain at the end of the chapter

"Ja, I am in my second jear, sixz grade" He smiled knowing where this was going.

I gave him a small smile back, "So ve vill go to ze same school, at least until I finish and go to college."

"Ve vill, zat means ve can valk to school togezer every day!" Ludwig gets even more excited and his smile grows.

"Ja, starting tomorrow." I walk over to him and ruffle his hair, he didn't like it very much, so he pushed my arm away. Looking up at me he gave me an angry look, "I'm not zat much jounger, I vill be ze same size as jou, if not bigger in a few years."

"Ve vill see about zat." I smirk at him and rest my arm on his shoulder, laughing to myself.

"Stop bruder, I don't like zat." I kept doing it, I liked to tease him. "Gilbert, knock it off!" Ludwig said my name for the first time and I pulled my arm off, looking down at him with a smile. I feel slight butterflies in my stomach for some reason. "Okay, i'll stop, but jou should run along. I vant to do more unpacking, I vill hang out viz jou more later." I walk to my door, holding it open so he would leave, a small smile on my face the whole time. He slowly walks out, a barely noticeable pout on his face. I closed the door once he was out, turning to my room, looking at how bare everything was. I walked to my boxes, moving the ones with clothes in them to my bed. I finish putting everything in the box I had started into a spot I thought it looked good. Then moved on to my clothes.