I Can't Believe It

Okay. This is my first o2l fanfic. It revolves mostly around Connor, but he isn't introduced till next chapter. And, yes, it is a gay fanfic. This is my first o2l fanfic, so please take it easy on me. Anyway, here's chapter one!!!!!!! Please remember to vote/comment/share/fan!!!!!!! READ ON!!!!

~Anthony's POV~

I sat back and watched as the blood fell from my scarred side, enjoying the crimson color falling to the floor. The red colored raindrop shaped drops just kept falling. Then, there was a knock at the door. Fuck! What am I going to do?!?!

"Who is it?" I called out, trying to find something to clean the blood up.

"Its your brotha. Open up, I have to take a shower before the movies tonight," Andrew called out.

"I'll be out in a second!" I yelled, frantically searching for the peroxide. Finally, I found it in the back of the medicine cabnet, grabbed it, and hurridly cleaned the open wounds on my side. I was about to turn the doorknob when I saw the blood on the floor. FUCK!! Oh my god! I thought to myself. I grabbed the toilet paper and cleaned it up as fast as I could.

"Hurry up, Tony! I have to get in the shower, like, NOW!" he said, pushing the door open. Thankfully, it was just after I got it all clean.

"Okay. I'm done in here. All yours," I whispered, sprinting up to my room. I didn't stop till I was up the stairs, and down the hall, in the safety of my four walls. I walked over to my first aid kit and took the gauze and tape out to bandage my side up. After I got done, I crept downstairs to get something to eat. Once my foot touched the ground floor, my heart was in my throat. There he was. The menace that I am forced to live with. My father. My mama died when I was four and my father has been raising my brother, Andrew, and I for fourteen years. I am currently eighteen, Andrew being twenty, living with just the three of us in a small house in Wisconsin.

I tried to move back without him noticing my existance, without success. He saw me, rage filled his face, and he stormed over to where I was standing, motionless. I saw his hand raise and, next thing I know, I'm on the ground with a stinging hand print across my face. The tears involuntarilly started to fall, causing my vision to go blurry, but not my hearing.

"You worthless piece of shit! You are the reason that your mother is dead! It should have been you!" his insults just want on and on, a new handprint after each insult. At one point, he grabbed my sides to throw me up against the wall, just to abuse me even more. Pain exploded through my sides as I felt old cuts reopen. At some point, I went numb, just letting him let his anger out.

I heard Andrew's footsteps decending the stairs and tried to call out to him to go back upstairs, but my father slapped his hand across my mouth, causing only muffles to come out. Andrew got to the bottom of the stairs, and the tyrant lunged at him. I barely had enough energy to jump in front of him to take the blow. One quick punch to the jaw and I heard it crack, r

tasted blood, then saw black.

~Andrew's POV~

I was walking down the stairs, headphones in, and music blaring when it happened. I touched the ground floor and looked up just to see my father's rage and hate-filled face lunging toward me. I took a step back out of shock. What happened next is what surprised me. Anthony got up from the ground and dashed in front of my father just as he swung to punch me. Tony took the full force to his jaw, and even from three feet away I could hear the snap of his jaw. He fell to the ground in a lifeless heap.

"What. In. The. Hell. Did. You. Do. To. Him?!?! Don't ever fucking touch him again! Touch him one more time and you're dead!" my voice got the best of me.

The rage built even more in his face, his hands shaking, teeth clenched, ready to pounce at any moment. "Don't you fucking dare talk to me like that again, worthless piece of scum!! He is my son! I can fucking touch him again if I damn well please!" And with that, he lunged forward, but not at me. He was lunging for Anthony. I jumped up and punched him in the face as hard as I could, causing something to snap. He staggered backward, off-balance, and I kicked his feet out from under him. As he fell, his head landed on the edge of the table, knocking him unconcience. I scooped Anthony's still lifeless body up in my arms and let the tears fall as I brought him to my car. I set him in the back seat and got in the driver's seat and raced to the hospital.

Once we got to the hospital, I picked Anthony up and dashed inside. "I need a nurse!" I screamed out.

"Oh my gosh! What happened?!" the nurse to my left asked.

"I don't know. I came home and he was like this. Please, just help him!" I'm getting impatient now.

"Oh, um. Sir, you'll have to wait out here," the nurse apologized.

"Fine, just make him better!"

"And do you need a bandage for your hand? It looks pretty swollen," the nurse said. I looked down at the hand that I decked Asshole with, and sure enough, it was swollen and turning purple.

"Can I get it X-rayed?"

"Sure thing," the nurse replied. "Follow me." After the X-ray, I figured out that my hand was, in fact, broken. I had it wrapped up in the cast thingy and rushed back to Anthony's room.

~Two Hours Later~

"Okay, he's resting now. He should be fine in a couple days. He has internal bleeding next to his ribcage, but should be fine. He's awake right now, if you want to see him," the over-peppy nurse told me, after coming out of Anthony's room. I didn't even reply, I just jumped up and darted for his room.

"Good evening, Sleeping Beauty," I said, trying to lighten the mood.

"What happened?" he replied. I looked around to check and make sure we were the only people in the room, before taking a seat on his bedside.

"You got into it bad with Asshole and he fucked you up pretty bad this time. Then, I walked down the stairs and he tried to attack me. You jumped in front of me and took the blow. It was quite heroic, in my eyes," I explained.

"What happened to your hand?" he asked, noticing my hand for the first time.

"After he punched your jaw, and knocked you out, I punched him in the face, tripped him, knocked him unconcience and left with you." The tears started welling up in his eyes, so I layed down beside him. He layed his head on my chest and let the tears fall. I wrapped my arm around him and started to draw patterns on his back, trying to calm him down. After he got done crying, he just layed there.

"You know, this is the first time in a long time that you let me lay like this," Anthony said, drifting off to sleep. I didn't want to disturb his first peaceful sleep in the fourteen years since mama died, so I just let him sleep. Soon, I drifted off to sleep myself.

I know that I said this is a Connor Franta fanfic. He will be introduced at the beginning on chapter two!!! How did you like it? Please leave some feedback!!! Vote if you liked it!!!! Please, read the next chapter!!!!