The Brooks Boys

Chapter Fourty

The song for this chapter:

Bastille - Tuning out. (Oh holy night.)

My whole life I've understood,

But no one understands.

I've taken in his change of moods,

I know them like the back of my hand.

Shhh.

No sound can be made, he says.

Glide he tells me. Glide! Because he can. Or so he thinks. Or so they think.

That's what they say, they've told him.

My eyelids don't work but I'm seeing clear enough. Not enough to know. Not old enough to react. But maybe, just maybe I'd recognise the pain.

Not that this is a repetition or will willingly be repeated.

Against my will, that is. And it was.

Forever it will be.

He said.

They say, always.

I can almost hear them, you know? Just like him. We are of the same blood. I am just like him. But he isn't, him. Not as he should be.

Tears? he asked. He told me mine were of a happy nature. Maybe that's why he cried too.

Together.

Together all along with mommy, we cried. All in our spare time.

Oblivious, she was. She still is.

He left marks, not the mental kind.

Oblivious, they were. They still are.

Said he couldn't stand me. He stood on me instead.

Forcing me to lie about those bruises on my head.

His hands were cold. They weren't to be on mine mommy said. But she couldn't stop him. She couldn't stop them.

His soul wanders, defying the laws of love. Never feeling it's true worth.

Although my eyes were closed, one day I saw. I recognised the pain.

My whole life I've understood,

But no one understands.

I had taken in his change of moods,

I knew them like the back of my hand.

Felix. My father.

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