high school is shit, so is depression, and so is this chapter.
After the blonde's got to the Kirkland household they were obviously tired from traveling. They retired to the guest room for a nap, well after Alistair threatened to cut off Alfred's dick if he tried anything on his baby brother. The two were awoken by screaming and arguing. After further investigation they found it was Alistair and Dylan.
"Ye shot my peltin unicorn! Ye fuckin'dobber!".
The shorter male stepped back a bit, "I-I Dwi'n ddrwg gennyf. I didn't mean to shoot Stoirm. He was just in the way of my arrow and I didn't notice".
Arthur whimpered softly, hating when his brothers fought. Alfred noticed immediately and stepped in. "Hey! Hey! Dudes! Lets all just calm down, kay?" He pushed the two away from each other. "I'm sure Dylan didn't mean to shoot...your unicorn?" The redhead nodded,"And I'm sure he could help fix up the wound and stuff since he's good with that doctory stuff. So, why don't you guys like go fix Storm and not fight in front of your younger brothers?" The two shared a small, unnoticeable smile as they went outside.
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Fanfictionthis will talk about a lot of graphic stuff including self harm and eating disorders, possibility of more. I'm sorry ....
