"Prisoner" - Bastille/Dan Smith Fanfiction

Disruption

Thursday, 5th November 2009

When we arrived at home Travis expected us. "Hey, sunshine, how are you", he said to Brooklyn, pushed me aside and gave her a passionate kiss. But Brooklyn refused. "Damn, Travis, stop treating Dan like that. He's my brother, you know?" She was truly angry. I slightly rubbed my arm because I hit the wall when Travis had pushed me. I was pretty sure it would become a bruise. I wanted to push him as well. "But babe, I'm just glad you're here now and I hope this fellow did not plague you in any way. If he did I..." He wasn't able to finish because Brooklyn gave him a hard slap in the face. "Stop it!", she shouted. "He's a family member and not a stranger!".- " Don't tell me you paid the clothes for him" Travis took a look at the bags we carried, taking one thing after another and threw it on the floor. "You wasted all my money for HIM?". He was now simmering with rage. "Travis, if you remember it's not your own money, I have got a job as well and I can do with my money whatever I want". – "It's our COMMON bank account Brooklyn so I also have the right to dictate what to do with our money", Travis replied. "And I say you're not supposed to spend money on a maniac. He's out of a mental hospital if I'm not mistaken so step away from him."

This was too much. Travis this little bastard had now extended the limit and I put all my power together and pushed him against the wall, ignoring that he was two feet taller than me. "Listen you bastard, I am not a maniac okay? I am trying to fit in my family again and you should really think about your behaviour against me. Aren't you supposed to help me to fit in the family again? You are my brother in law, aren't you?" I was much weaker than him physically so I tried to be verbally stronger. "Boys, don't fight" Brooklyn tried to arbitrate our argument and took my arm. "Travis, get out of here." She continued nearly whispering. "Pack some stuff and don't come back until I told you to. Now!"

"You can't throw me out of here, Brooklyn! It's my flat"- "Of course I can, I've lived here before you moved in after our marriage so please go now. Ask Phil if you can stay with him." Very reluctantly Travis went to the bedroom, took his bag and threw some stuff into it. Then he walked past us and closed the door. "I'll come back Brooklyn, I swear!" he shouted before he finally ran down the stairs of the staircase. Brooklyn cried of desperation. "Did I really give my own husband the chop?" she whispered. She sat down at the kitchen table, resting her head on her hands, then she put it on the table, covered it by her arms and let her tears stream down her face. I took a seat next to her and laid my hand on her back. "It's alright" I said silently. "You did the right thing." – "I didn't", Brooklyn shouted. "He's my husband and I love him!" – "How can you love such a bastard?" I asked. "He wanted to command you what to do with your own money. He doesn't appreciate you".

"He's just overprotective" Brooklyn tried to turn the things round into the positive even though in my opinion there was nothing positive about Travis. "He isn't. He's just vile and cruel, doesn't help you keep the house, he's just obsessed with sports but not truly in love with you. Please Brooklyn, do me a favour and get back down to earth. Face the reality." The tears kept running down her face. "Everything was fine until you came here Dan!" she stated. Did she want to blame me for this situation? " I don't believe you" I answered. "Dan, please, get out of here too, I have to take some time for myself now. Do you have somewhere to go?" she asked. Brilliant, now she wanted to get rid of me too? On the other hand I understood how she felt. " I have" I answered and went to the bedroom where the little card which Will Farquarson had given me was still in my suitcase. I took the telephone, dialled the number on the card and Will answered immediately. "Farquarson?, he asked politely. "Hey Will, it's me, Daniel" I said. "I need help."