Baby Brother

1- Therapy

"It's not what you did that matters, it's what you learned"
*Nathan's perspective*
It was about three years ago since I was kicked out of the house and my brothers chased after me to keep me close. I was fifteen then, now almost 18. I was still the baby brother, literally. They still treat me like a child. Bless their kind hearts, I wish they could care a bit less. I mean, I couldn't curse unless I wanted soap in my mouth and I can't go out without telling everyone where I was going. They were over protective of their gay baby brother. Let's take it back three years ago for a bit, so you can know what exactly happened that started this....

*flashback*
I was talking with my friend Neil, since he was the one I trusted with my secret. I'm a rainbow covered by dark clouds, wishing I could be seen and be smiled at. Incase you were wondering, yes, we are still friends. He had introduced me to my first boyfriend, Bentley Gramm. I thought I loved Ben, but I was mistaken. He had broken up with me for the quarterback, Zander Hefner. I really despise that guy. It's not just that he stole my boyfriend, but was a major jerk and like to make my life a living nightmare. About five weeks after our break up, my big brother, Joshua, had asked me about a picture he'd seen on Ben's account. After asking a few more questions he then told me mom knew. "I had learned this from mom," he had said. "And I accept you little bro,"these words were the kindest he's ever said to me. My mother was pastor for the local church. I bet you can guess what happened next....
Year
*end of flashback*

I'm currently in my brother Marcus's silver sports car on the way to therapy. I kicked my feet impatiently as Joshua jammed out to Face Down by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus in the front. Lukas gently blocked my feet from Marcus's seat. "Nate stop, you won't want to get him angry," he says softly. I huff and turn away from him. "I'm so bored!" I whined as I stared out the window. "We're 2 minutes away," Tim assured me as I folded my arms. "Too long!" I whined. "Hush now, if you're not good don't think I won't punish you," Joshua says. I stick my tongue out at him. He glared at me slightly with his bright blue eyes. I shrunk back in my seat and glared at the others. Marcus makes a sharp turn, causing me to fall into Luke; his scent of Axe was rather strong yet comforting. He ruffled my hair as they continued to drive. "Alright we're here, and Nate, please don't make us seem bad this time," Marcus sighed as he got out and Luke carried me inside. "I can walk you know," I roll my eyes in annoyance. "Hush now," he says as he rubbed my back. It was quite soothing, though I'd never admit it. We're now in the office with the perky girl who's smile is endless. "Hello Bryde Brothers," she smiled. "Hello Edna, what will we be discussing today?" He asked. "Last time I saw something of Nate I never saw before," she says. "I can assure you we took care of the way he talked to you," Joshua glared at me. I hated when he did. "Well it got me to think he's really comfortable here," she continued. "Nate? Are you treated fairly at home?" She asked. No, of course not. "Yes," I lied. "Actually Edna, he's been acting up lately, and we're not sure what to do," Joshua says. What is he doing? He can't say that to her. Can he? "Have you tried punishing him?" She asked. "Yeah, we've taken away his electronics from him a few times. Though it doesn't seem to be working," he frowned. "Any other methods?" She asked. "We've used soap for his potty mouth," Lukas added. Why did he have to use such childish words. Gah! Edna nods. "And Nate what is your response?" She asked. "They're over reacting and I should be able to go out without getting in trouble," Did I say that out loud? "We only punished you because you know better than to not tell us where you're going," Marcus says sternly. I slumped into the couch, feeling defeat. "Alright, I think I might see the problem," Edna says. "What is the problem?" Lukas asked. "Arguments," she answered. "Now, I know you worry for your little brother Marcus, but he can go out with his friends," she says. "And Nate, make sure to keep your phone on you and tell them where you're going," she says to me. I look to the floor, my only comfort at the moment. I began to rock my foot, moving closer to Timothy since I was on his lap. The couch wasn't made to fit another  person so I always ended up sitting on someone's lap. I was the lightest, shortest, and youngest of my brothers, which meant I sat on their lap, even when there was enough room for me to sit. This was another thing that ticked me off, though I rather enjoyed when they bounced me a little. "Will do ma'am. Mind suggested anything else?" Marcus looked to her. "Yes, I recommend awarding him with treats if he gets good grades," she says as she looked to me. Great, she's seen my grades. Nosy psychiatrist. "Will do ma-am," he repeats. Does she think I'm some sort of dog? Did she actually think I was a kid? I'm almost 18 years old trapped in a ten year old's body! "Would you like to discuss anything else?" She asked. "If things get out of hand what do you suggest we do?" Timothy asked. "Well this may seem weird but...spank him. If any of you misbehaves then someone older than you will spank you and if the oldest misbehaves than all of you spank him but the youngest. The youngest doesn't get to spank any of you," she says. We all were in a bit of shock as our cheeks turned red. Spanking? Seriously? I hadn't had one of those since....I was ACTUALLY 10. It was a stupid reason that I wish not to share. She could not be serious right now, and why don't I get charge of any spankies? Everyone can spank me but I can't spank them. Stupid! Though I don't really like seeing people cry anyhow, especially my brothers.
When we got home, Joshua and the others discussed the new rules since they felt necessary to change them. The old rules were confusing enough! Why change them! He stomped my foot angrily as I sucked on the cotton candy flavored sucker they had given me. I was currently on the couch, waiting for them to finish the rules. They soon came over with a list.
1: no arguing
2: bad moods are to stay in your bedroom
3: no food outside kitchen or dining room
4: no talking back
5: no cursing
6: ask if you need something
7: no taking things without permission
8: curfew is at 10pm sharp
9: no running inside the house
10: be honest with each other
11: priority comes first
12: do chores before playing
13: no drugs
14: no smoking
15: wake up at 7:30 a.m at latest
16: have bedroom doors open when with your bf/gf
17: no ice cream for breakfast
18: be respectful of guests
19: no refusing punishment
20: give reason for punishing
21: always sooth the person after punishing them.
22: apologize for what you did wrong
23: don't be distracting in the car
24: no refusing medicine when sick
25: no punishing in front of friends
26: no secrets
27: don't take your anger out on others
28: no leaving without permission
29: no baiting someone into acting out
30: no more adopting stray animals.

These rules were stupid! Though some seemed fair, and others seemed to be pointing to a specific person, like the no ice cream for breakfast was obviously for Lukas and the no adopting stray pets was obviously for Mathew. They were the fun ones and the ones I mostly looked up to, though Timothy was still my favorite, but only because he was more chill and didn't punish me as much as the others did. These rules were sure going to be broken since I couldn't possibly follow all of them.

It had been a week since we had that visit with Edna. Already I had been spanked twice; once for report card, and the other time for being cranky and throwing things. I broke Joshua's favorite mug. The one I gave him. It really upset him. I felt really bad about it and was already crying before I was even over his lap. The only thing I liked was that they comforted me after a spanking and told me it's alright. That was the only time they actually cared enough to hug me when I cry. Normally they placed a blanket over me and tell me the nightmares will go away since they know about the night terrors I had. It was mainly about mom, ex-mom. She lied to me. She told me she'd love me no matter what, but she didn't. She hates me now and all because I can't help whom I love. "Nate? Where's the others? You shouldn't be here unsupervised," said Marcus. I pout. "I don't need watch 24-7 you know. I think I can handle getting a snack," I say as I reach for the fridge. He slapped my hand away. "Not before lunch, and you better drop that tone with me sir," he says sternly. I whimpered and backed away. I went into my bedroom and curled up on the bed. Why is he acting so strict lately? I don't necessarily like it, but at least he cares enough to tell me what I did wrong and to give me a warning before dishing a punishment. Right now I wanted comfort even though I didn't deserve it and I wanted to cuddle with my bros and watch a movie. They always pick a Disney or Pixar film, though I don't mind since some are really good and I get bored easily if it's not animated so it's okay. They always tell me it's an adult joke that I won't understand and that if they ever catch me watching one they won't hesitate to punish me. "Nate!" One of them yelled. I knew I wasn't in trouble since he didn't use my full name, but it was rather annoying how they called for me. "Yes?" I asked. "It's your turn to do the dishes," Joshua says. "What? No it's not it's Marc's!" I argued. "No, it's clearly your name I the list," he shot back. "No!" I shook my head. "Come on, how hard is it to put dishes in a dish washer and hit start?" I could tell he was losing his patients with me. Not wanting to be punished, I quickly go over to the sink and start to put dishes in the dishwasher. That was when I felt a slap on my sitter. "Ouch!" I yelped, almost dropping the fork I was holding. "No putting off anymore chores," Joshua warned me in my ear. I swallowed back hard before continuing with the dishwasher. When it was full and the sink was empty I was about to start it when....Luke put a spoon in the sink, I could see the smirk on his face. I glared at him with hate. He knows how much that got on my nerves. "What's that look for?" He asked as if he didn't know. "Jerk," I muttered under my breath before going to retrieve the wretched spoon. "I'll let that comment slide this time," he whispered to me as I started up the dishwasher.