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Let the dead bury the dead

So this chapter defines a bad parent-child relationship.

You all know the drill, POTO isn't mine and all that nonsense.

Kat's POV

        "Now remember what I've told you, it is very important that you follow every instruction carefully." Damien explained as we marched down the endless halls of 'his' apartment. 

        "I know." I said then, with a small sigh, proceeded to rattle off the 'rules'. "Sit up straight, avoid eye contact of any kind, be polite and...er..."

        My mind drew a blank on the last one and Damien shot me a quick glare.

        "And..." He said anxiously.

        "Oh, I got it. Don't speak unless spoken to." I smiled wearily at him.

        "Good girl." He said.

        "She's not a dog." Ezra mumbled behind us.

        He'd been lagging since we arrived earlier this afternoon. I could tell he didn't want to be here, his mother obviously scares the hell out of him. I sympathized him for it, knowing how awful my own mother had been. 

        "I never said she was a dog. I was simply giving credit where credit is due." Damien smirked beside me and hooked his hands behind his back. "Although she would make an adorable puppy."

        Ezra looked up from the floor and glared at his brother. "Asshole."

        "I'm sorry, what was that, Mr. Grumpy-pants?" Damien stuck out his lips and did his best 'baby talk'.

        Ezra narrowed his eyes and I let out a small giggle.

        "Seriously you two? This is hardly the time to be acting like children." I said lightly and nudged Ezra.

        He gave a small forced grin then went back to sulking, his eyes never leaving the floor.

        A few hours ago, Ezra had entered my room to find me dressed and snooping through everything in sight. He'd looked much like he did now, but a lot worse. His eyes were blood-shot and glassy, his hair was disheveled and he smelt heavily of alcohol. 

        I'd made him sit down and tell me everything, just as he'd promised. And he did. The story was tragic itself but the effect it had on him was enough to place a normal person in a sanitarium. He'd broken down completely as he told me the story. 

        "She killed her, Kat! Killed her right in front of us both." Ezra said through endless tears. "And I just left him. Left him alone with that...that monster! I'm a horrible person, a coward!"

        His words were slurred and murky. I wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged him for a long time. It was the kind of hug you would give a sibling or good friend, and it felt good. Considering what we'd both been through in our lives, it was a long awaited jester.

        He eventually pulled away, his tears causing my own eyes to water. "He killed Joseph Bouqet, Damien I mean. I know she made him. Look what he's become! All because of me!"

        The sadness in his eyes turned to anger as he stumbled and nearly fell onto the room's large bed. I sat next to him and rested my head on his shoulder, ignoring the strong scent of whiskey. 

        "You know I've been thinking of what we're about to do." I raised my head to look him in the eye. "And I keep asking myself if that makes us bad people. But you know what I think?"