Lured into the Danger

Onze

"Alfred..."
"Francis."
"What are you doing here?"
"You don't know? Jesus, I've been calling non stop for the past little while."
"You can't see Matthew." Francis insisted.
Alfred slammed his hand onto the door frame, bringing himself to his full height to tower over Francis.
"Where is he?"
"It's not safe for him. He can't handle it."
"I haven't seen my little bro in two years, you guys never call to give me updates, and every single day of my life is spent in limbo." He felt tears prick at his eyes. "Do you have any idea what it's like? To wake up every morning wondering if your little brother is alive? Wondering if this is the day he finally manages to kill himself?" He wiped his tears away. "Francis...I don't think he's in good hands."
Francis swallowed, lowering his eyes. "What are you going to do with him?"
"I'm taking him to a facility where professionals can help him."
"That's no way to live."
"It's better than here. I can't keep worrying about him like this."
Francis sighed. "I'm sorry."
"Let me fucking see him, Francis."
"Okay fine. I will. But he hasn't left his room in days. He hasn't even eaten the food we left him."
"What?! Francis, that's not fucking good!"
"Stop swearing. The kids are home."
"I'm taking him out of here. This is ridiculous."
"Fine. I'll take you to his room." Francis walked deeper into the house and Alfred followed. "What's this facility like?"
"I researched a few. One of them has a nice garden, another one has top quality staff, and then there's one where they have a music night." Alfred had been up all night trying to find the best places in the area. "I figured I'd let him choose."
"Mm...how far away?"
"They're all within a twenty minute drive."
"Oh..."
"Look, I...uh...I met Gilbert the other day."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. He really likes Matthew."
"And you think it's gonna help him? Jesus Christ, Alfred, Gilbert is the reason he's like this. He's only going to get worse."
"He's already worse, Francis. And it's because you tore somebody away from him who was helping. He's lonely, Francis. You guys are isolating him."
Francis lowered his eyes. "I can't do this."
"I know you can't."
They reached Matthew's door and Alfred knocked.
"Mattie...it's me..."
There was no reply. Alfred knocked again.
"Matthew?"
"Matthew, your brother is here to see you. If you don't answer the door, we'll come in." Francis threatened.
Still nothing. 
Alfred turned the doorknob, but it stopped halfway.
"Shit."
"What?"
"It's locked."
"Fuck."
"What do we do?"
"Kick it down?"
"You sure? It's an expensive door."
"We're rich."
"Right."
Alfred stepped back from the door, getting as far from it as possible. He took a running start and slammed himself against the door. It groaned and he felt something let go, but not enough to break the door completely. He backed up again, running in for a second round. This time the door splintered and fell from its hinges.
"Got it." He pushed the broken door out of the way, stepping into the room.
But Matthew was nowhere to be seen.