healed scars (stridercest)

September 15th, 2012 - The Beginning -

Not much was happening around this time. His home life was pretty normal, other than the various strifes he would have with his Bro, but that was one difference. Not yet would Dave Strider find out that he is going to be the outcast of the school......sooner than he thinks.

On this day, September 15th, the young Strider was on his way home from school, taking the back roads to avoid the large amounts of coming-home traffic. It wasn't exactly the safest route to take, due to the inhabitants on that specific street, but he didn't want to be caught up in waiting on crosswalks and sweating a fucking storm in this Texas heat. Earphones in, Dave keeps his shades red eyes looking forward, counting down the time it will take to get to his apartment complex based on distance. A few hoodlums and crazy streetwalkers would pass him and shout curses and insults his way, but Dave ignored it, and, half the time, could barely hear them. Beads of sweat would drip down his face, causing his side-swept bangs to stick to his face, and he would wipe all the sticky wetness away, and move the blond strands out of his face. Not much longer it took to get home, and he pulled out his cell and paused his music, even though it was one song playing over and over again. Dave wraps his earphones neatly around his cellphone, and stuffs it back in his pocket, pulling out the keys afterwards. "God dammit, where's the key?" he mumbles out in a dry voice, and searches his other pockets, before his skin hits metal, and he lets go of a relieved sigh. A click, followed by a turn of the knob, and Dave is finally in his cold apartment. Dave tosses his backpack onto the nearby couch, and off to the shower for this sticky Strider.

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The young Strider steps out of the shower after about 15 minutes of just standing under ice-cold water, and cooling off from the heat, and grabs his red towel off the counter and wraps it around his waist. He shakes his head, sending cold droplets around the bathroom, and unlocks the door and heads to the end of the hall, to retrieve clothing from his bedroom. 'Guess Bro hasn't come home yet, or he would've come out of his room to at least say hi,' he thinks when he remembers that he hasn't seen or heard his older brother shuffling about the apartment. He shrugs off the thought and hunts down some decent-smelling clothing on the floor of his bedroom. He finally decides on a pair of black basketball shorts and a not-too-wrinkled orange tank-top. Dave heads out of his room and goes to the living room to boringly scan the channels for something decent to watch. "Let's see if Bro has anything interesting saved or some shit," he mumbles under his breath as he flops down onto the couch and begins his normal routine of scanning the channels. This is normally always what he does when he waits for his bro to get home, but ends up falling asleep every time. "No, no, oh hell no! ... No, nope, no, no, no..." The channel surfing continued for hours until he finally began to feel his eyes become heavy, and finally dozed off, the remote slipping out of his hand and falling to the tile floor with a hard clashing sound.

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Dave awoke to the sound of the door slamming shut with a loud bang, and a drunken grumble, if he could hear it correctly. A groggy groan is forced from Dave's throat, and he wipes his eyes tiredly, pushing his tired bones off the couch to see his brother walking in with seemingly no balance. "'Sup bro." Dave lifts himself fully off the couch to pull his legs up criss-crossed style, watching his bro struggle to get into the apartment. Bro doesn't respond and walks past Dave, to his room. Dave shrugs, and hops off the couch to go grab a soda from the kitchen. He looks in the fridge and scans the contents, seeing no red CocaCola, and grabs a bottle of apple juice. He backs up from the fridge, but accidentally bumps into his brother on accident. "Shit, sorry, Bro, I-" "Fuckin' watch where you're goin, brat." Dave freezes when he turns around, watching his brother walk out of the kitchen, stumbling a bit. "What the hell are you being so harsh-" Bro cuts of Dave with a hand, beginning to shout. "Shut the fuck up! Don't talk to me like that, you little asshole!" Dave is taken aback by his brother's words, taking a few steps back into the kitchen. 'What has gotten into him?' There are some few times when Bro might lash out on him, but this feels different. Bro struggles on his walk to the couch, but stumbles, and accidentally steps on the remote Dave dropped while sleeping. "God dammit, Dave, why don't you pick up shit after yourself?!" Dave runs to the couch and quickly picks up the remote. "Jesus, I picked it up, are you happy?!" Dave looks down at the remote in his hand, and realizes that the back part to hold in the batteries is broken. "Great! Fuckin great! Look what you made me do, dumbass! Maybe if you fucking learned to pick up after yourself, we wouldn't have this problem!" Dave thinks up a counter argument before looking up at his drunk brother. "Maybe if you didn't fucking go out late at night and get drunk, you could see where you're-" he's cut off quick by a hand lashing out and slapping him hard, causing him to drop his bottle to the ground and bringing both of his hands to his cheek, looking up at his brother through now-crooked shades. "Wh-what the-" "Shut the fuck up and go to your room! Get out of my sight before I slap you again!" Dave is quick to oblige and darts to his room, slamming the door and locking it, turning around to stare at the door with a horrified expression. "What... What the hell is wrong with you?!!" Dave shouts at the top of his lungs, with a bit of shakiness heard in his voice, from cringing at the pain. His cheek is hot and red, and his jaw is in serious pain.

Was his brother just drunk? Will it change tomorrow when he's more sober with a possible hangover? For the rest of the night, Dave hides in his room, curled up at the corner of his bed. He's shaking like a leaf, and trying to hold onto the hope that his brother is just drunk, and will change tomorrow.

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- Welp, how about that? God that took much longer than I expected, hopefully it's actually good! Leave comments, let me know if there's some things I should change, but don't be mean to me, pleaseeeee.
Well, I'm off, and I'll try to update as frequently as possible!
Love you guys, and thanks!

~ The Meaningless Author