This Isn't Love (Yandere boys x reader)

Childish Behavior.

(Could be very triggering, please be cautious. And I'm sorry if I offend anyone.)

~flashback~

"This house is so small, get a damn job already old man!" The boy yelled as he ate his dinner.

"Jesse! Do not talk about your father that way. He got very hurt during his job, and the pay for disability isnt always large." The older women snapped.

"You don't seem to be helping either, women! Poor people look at us shame!" The young boy proceeded to bring his father down.

"We are poor, Jess." His brother pitched in, not exactly helping his mother or father. The youngest of the boys sat quietly as he ate his sandwich.

"You two don't appreciate what you have! You've a roof over your head, clothes on your backs, food on your plates." The mother rambled while her husband sat at the table in shame.

"This roof leaks! And it barely keeps us warm. Richie and I wear hand-me-downs from George while he gets the stuff from the clothes drive! And This," He picked up the lettuce filled bread, "Isn't food! Its a sad excuse for a sandwich that leaves our stomachs growling all night. Get a job mom and dad, we aren't the legal age to get jobs." Jesse protested. The oldest brother was 15, while his two younger brothers were 12 and
4. The mother was so shocked she left the room in tears.

"You boys are evil." The adult snapped. "How dare you made your mother cry. Why can't you two be quiet like Richie?" He asked.

"Quiet?! The little fucker runs his mouth all night! I barely sleep because these damn walls are so fucking thin." Jesse argued.

"Its hard to get sleep when all you can hear is him trying to talk to his imaginary friends. All he does is talk about the guys in his class. The little fag probably has a crush on them." Greg added.

"Don't talk about your little brother that way!" The father smacked the children on the back of their heads. "You two need to learn your lesson. Someday, I know you will." He walked out of the room, leaving the three boys.

"Good job Jesse, made mom cry!" George quickly turned his anger towards his brother.

"You didn't help, shit bag." The two began to fight. Richie sat across the table, nibbling on his bread while watching. "Wait wait wait! Look at him." The boys looked over to Richie.

"What the hell are you looking at, baby?" George snapped.

"Nothing! I promise." The child was now more alert, and fearful of his brothers. The two scowled at him as they planned out their actions.

"GET HIM!" Jesse yelled as his grinned. The two older boys shot out of they're seats and shot towards Richie's, who was now running for dear life.

~flashback end~

The youngest boy stomped up the stairs, completely ready to fight a bitch. He heard the footsteps after him, but went straight to his room. 'Fucking asshole is talking to dad so nonchalantly. He should be on the floor beggining for his forgiveness.' He smirked as he flopped onto his bed. It had been quite some time since he actually sent foot in his house, let alone lay in his own bed.

~flashback~

The two young boys were walking home together, with no supervision. "Trevor lets go to my house!"

The two were only 7 and 8, which meant Richie didn't really care about his small house. For some reason, as he grew older he realized what kind of life he lived, and was more aware of peoples jabs towards his worn out clothes. He developed fears that weren't even possible, like Trevor making fun of him for being poor.

"Ok!" The young boy was eager to be spending time with his only friend. The two made their way to the small house, and knocked on the door. The eldest brother  opened it and walked away, not even bothering to check who was there.

"Come on!" The two little kids ran up the stairs as they held onto the straps of their bags. As they walked towards Richie's closet of a room, they heard noises from the shared room of his older brothers. They threw the bags into Richies room and snuck towards the slightly ajar door.

The house had three bedrooms, the two older ones decided to share the big room while Richie took the small room, previously an actual closet.

The two quietly opened the door as they peered in. To their surprise the blanket on Jesse's bed was lumpy, and heard giggles protruding from beneath the fabric. "What are they doing?" Richie asked quietly.

"Maybe they're wrestling!" Trevor suggested. The two children giggled in child like wonder as they walked away.

"We should go wrestle, Just like Jesse is doing!" Richie declared as the two ran to his room and got under the covers, and began to wrestle. As the two were having their fun, the older brother became suspicious of all the noise that was begin made upstairs, interrupting his nap on the couch. He walked up the stairs and Looked into the smallest boys room. His eyes widened he watched the covers move frantically as the two giggled. His face morphed into one of disgust, and he slowly turned his head towards the other door. The only thing he saw was a slight view of his brothers smirking face as it looked up. Even more disgust appearing on his face, he turned and walked down the stairs.

"My damn brothers get more action than me."

~flashback end~

"Richie... Are you ok? I haven't seen you in almost a year, a mother shouldn't have to say that to her son." The worried voice made its way into Richie's ears as he shot his view to the door.

"Im sorry mom... I really forgot to visit when over Trevor's." He sat up and threw his legs over the sides.

"About him... Were you two really..." George slithered his way into the doorway next to his mother.

"Nah, I only said that to grind his gears." He smirked.

"Yeah thanks for getting me out of the closet!" Richie growled, clearly annoyed by his presence.

"Well at least halfway." The snide comment earned him a pillow to the face.

"Oh thank goodness. I didn't know you were that way, Richie. Why did you ever tell us?" The mother's smile made him even more guilty.

"I... Was scared? As you can see, my brothers would of teased me... More than they already did." He shot a glare towards the male. 

"Honey... Its Ok, they wouldn't of found out. Did you see Jesse downstairs? You two should go talk to him." The smile on her face caused her eyes to close.

"NO!" The two brothers shouted in unison.

"Jesse is a total prick, ok mom? You of all people should know that." George spoke.

"Yeah, for once I can agree with him." Richie added. The mother inwardly cringed at her past son's actions.

"Please... He's changed. You were just talking to him George."

"To be friendly. He hasn't changed a single bit, every time you two turned your back, or left the room, the same old Jesse appeared."

"Please you two. Richie, you of all people should be forgiving of your brother." She looked towards him for sympathy.

"ME?! I KICKED HIM OUT MOM!" The boy raised his voice a little too high, causing Jesse to chuckle to himself all the way downstairs.

"Lower your voice, young man!" The mother snapped and he zipped his mouth shut. "Now you two are going to talk to your brother and make up for the past years. Am I understood?" The mother crossed her arms. The two boys sighed and replied with a "Yes mom." They all walked down the stairs, Richie was practically slouching.

"Oh look! Its my lovely two brothers."

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