Good Enough

T h i r t y O n e

"Do you have everything you need?" Louis asks softly, he's entering the room with timid feet as he crosses the threshold. Connor glances up from his suitcase he had sprawled on the bed, eyes darting from their place on the pamphlet he has stretched in his hands, "Yes." It's the answer and end, no conversation partaking after as Louis nods sitting on the bed. 

The fresh sheets have been stripped of its comforter that's piled at the foot of the bed folded over. He taps the wheels on the suitcase plastering a smile staring ahead at the now barren walls of his middle son, "How long will you be gone?"

Connor sighs at the question, he places the paper on top of his clothes lifting the lid, closing the suitcase. Zipping it shut, he sits it on the carpet, "I don't plan on returning," His replies don't surprise Louis, yet it hurts him, all the same, to hear it aloud, "I don't guess I can't blame you for that-"

"No please, blame yourself." 

Rising from his spot, Louis extends his hand toward Connor, "I'm sorry." 

Meeting his Papa's earthy eyes, Connor chews the inside of his cheek with a stiffening frown, "You've done this before," He mutters, eyes glossing over as tears pool in his eyes, "D-don't hurt Liam like you've done to me. He-he doesn't deserve it-"

Louis swallows past the thick lump in his throat, "I never meant to hurt you-"

"T-that's the worst part. You never mean too, you just do." Wiping his eyes pathetically, Connor storms from the room leaving Louis to stand with tears coursing down his cheeks at the words he'd had thrown at him. 

He never meant to hurt his children. But he did.

Shuffling into the living room, Bradley sits on the coffee table bidding Liam a good morning in passing, "Well?"

"I'm not going," Liam replies bringing his knees to his chest, he sits the book he'd been reading aside, eyes scanning Bradley's now fallen face, "W-what do you mean?"

Liam sighs glancing at the window behind Bradley's head, "I mean that I'm going to stay here."

"W-with who?"

"Dad and Papa,"

"Because they have your best interests at heart, right?"His condescending words mimic a startling rage from Liam that rises from the chair, throwing the book he had onto the floor, "Don't be a bastard and act as if you do. You only want to hurt our father, step off the pedestal you've put yourself on."

Nodding, Bradley scoffs, "He's got you wrapped around his finger. The same way he wished James would've been."

Crossing his arms over his chest, Liam offers Bradley a sympathetic smile, "I don't know why that's such a bad thing."

"He doesn't know how to be a parent, Liam." The older brother grabs onto Liam's biceps squeezing with desperation to change his mind. 

Liam's puppy eyes tear themselves from Bradley's persuading orbs, "Neither do you. At least he trying, yeah?"

Hanging his head as Liam shakes himself free of Bradley's grip, he brings his bottom lip between his teeth chewing in thought, "My offer will always stand. When you get tired of trying to be Good Enough for him," He pauses eyes drifting upstairs as he speaks about Louis with Poison lacing his words, "Let me know." Passing Liam as he exits the room, the front door is heard slamming behind Bradley. 

Liam stands as the room spins, his eyes falling on the picture he'd received at Christmas sitting on the fireplace as if placed mockingly. 

Good Enough. When would he ever be Good Enough for his parents?

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