That Crash Saved My Life...

{Ch. 1} The Crash...

{DAVE}

"DAVID I WANT THIS HOUSE SPOTLESS BEFORE WE COME BACK OR I'M KICKING YOUR ASS AGAIN!" Dad yelled through the door. Then I heard the door slam. At least mom went with him so I don't have to worry about her trying to stab me again. I walked out of the room cleaning the rooms quickly.
Time skip~
When he finally came home with mom I was done. "DAVID COME HERE RIGHT NOW!" I dragged my feet from the kitchen to were he stood. I walked in front of him. The first thing I felt was his fist connecting with my jaw. I squeaked as I fell to the ground. His foot connected with my stomach. He brought his foot back again it connected with my stomach again and again and again. After 5 more kicks he grabbed my blonde hair yanking me up. "Is this house clean David?" "Yes, ...sir" I squeaked quietly as his grip got tighter. " Really now? Is All of the laundry dried and folded?" Shit... "It's s-still i-in the dryer sir.." He grew angrier with every word. He drops me again. 1 kick. 2 punches. 3 kicks. 4 punches. An hour later he's finally done. "Your mother and I are going out to eat. Don't you fucking eat. No food tonight. Got it?!" He screamed in my face. I nodded. Since its summer me not eating is hard. It's been five days since the last time I ate anything. "Be back later. Make something of yourself and clean up this shit." He points to the blood on the floor. "Y-Yes s-sir..." He frowned then shoved me down to the ground. Walking out the door slamming it closed. I clean up the blood and go to bed.

{BRO}

I woke up in the middle of the day to the sound of the phone ringing. I groaned lowly. "Strider residence." I spoke groggily into the phone. "Yes is this Derek Strider?" God why does she sound so fucking formal. "Ya this is him." D and Dirk walked into the living room where I was sleeping. "Hi, this Teresa Contraz. We have called about your parents..." I dropped the phone sinking to the floor. No no not them. " D picked up the phone putting it on speaker so all of us could hear. "What about them?" " It seems they have gotten in a car accident. They didn't make it." "Okay... is... that all?" "No... it seems your parents have another son there is no biological family besides you. We need you to come  pick him up." We have another brother... "Okay. Where do you want us to pick him up from?" "The police station in Housten, Texas." That's two hours away. "Okay we'll be there as soon as possible." "Okay Mr. Strider. I'm terribly sorry for your loss." "Thank you. Have a nice day." D pressed the end call button. "We...we have another brother...." Dirk stopped and looked at me. "I never knew about him....." I said in reply. D began to speak softly. "We should leave now. That's a two hour drive from here." I didn't say anything as we left.
Time skip~
When we finally got there it was around 3. We had left at 1. A woman around the age of 34 came up greeting us with a large smile. "Hello are you the Striders?" We nod returning the large smile with a small one. "Okay well we need to discuss somethings. First how long has it been since you had contact with your parents?" "Around 15 years. We were never on good terms with them." "Okay have you ever met Dave?" We shake our heads no. "Okay... He hasn't spoken since he got here..." 'Maybe they were different after we left?' "I'll go get him for you." She leaves us to go retrieve Dave silently. A smaller boy walks out in skinny jeans and a hoodie that goes down to his mid thigh. He has a certain 'cool' style of hair. He wears a pair of aviators. I could see a hint of a bruise at the bottom of the shades. "Okay well you can take him. He wrote down that he needed to go back to the house to get his stuff." I nod and say." Okay thank you. Come on Dave." He just trudged behind not speaking a word. He's around 5'2 but looks severely underweight. I poke D in the side showing him a message I wrote on my phone. 'Is it just me or does it look like he hasn't eaten in a week?' "That's what I was thinking." D replies to the text quietly.
Time Skip~
When we got there I asked him if he wanted us to come in. He looked at me quickly showing a hint of shock on his face quickly hiding it. He then shook his head no. He went inside looking around as if he didn't believe they were dead. "D? Did you just see how he walked inside the house?" D looked at me and began to reply "It was as if he didn't believe they were dead..." Around 20 minutes later Dave walked out of the house. "So Dave?" He looked at me to show that he was listening. "How old are you?" "1-1-15..." He shrunk back flinching when I moved my hand slightly. "How was life with mom and dad?" "I-I-it w-was g-good..." Then he mumbled to himself silently. " maybe they won't hurt me? hopefully this isn't a joke... they've done this before Dave don't be stupid their gonna pop out any second and do it again..." I could here him slightly. "What was that Dave?" "O-oh u-uh n-nothing!" He squeaked out.
Another Time Skip!~
When we finally got home Dave was still looking around more cautiously. I put a hand on his back he immediately jumped and ran up the stairs. "Dave?" "U-uh I C-C-Can E-E-Explain?!" He said walking back down the stairs slowly. "D, Dirk get in here!" They rushed down the stairs. "What?" They looked annoyed. "We need to all have a talk." "About?..." Dirk asked dragging the 'out' in it. "Mom and Dad... and what happened really between Them and Dave. Cause I barely touched him and he bolted up the stairs." Dave came in looking down. I made a come here motion to Dave as we walked into the living room sitting down. "Dave? What did they do to you?" "W-what d-do you m-mean?" "You know what don't play dumb." Dave sighed. "A lot." "Like?" Dirk cut in. "Nothing... they were great parents." He smiles. It looks strained.   

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