The Help~(Completed♡)

Purple Pianos

Beck's P.O.V.

I stopped in the hallway, listening to Alex play piano. It was some Beethoven symphony that he'd played a million times and knew by heart, but he kept messing it up. I sighed, walking into the room,

"Al?" He gasped and spun around, wincing,

"I-I'm sorry."

"For?", I asked sitting next to him.

"I-I didn't think I was allowed to play. I'm grounded."

"You're grounded, not in prison. You can still do the things that make you happy. I don't want you miserable, I want you safe." He nodded a little. "But you've played that a hundred times. Why do you keep messing up?" He shrugged, looking down. "Al. Please talk to me."

"I- it's just-" He sighed, "Things are just different. I'm sorry. It's my fault."

"Hey, we don't place blame in this family Alex. What'd you mean things are different?"

"You-You've never been disappointed in us. Or-Or at least you've never said it to us."

"I-I know. I'm sorry I said it. I was just upset. I always think it just effects you guys negatively and doesn't help anything."

"It makes me feel bad."

"I know. And I hate that. I'm over it now, okay? I absolutely forgive you."

"Thanks dad." He froze, "I-I'm sorry I just- I-I- um- I'm-I'm gonna leave.", he muttered, getting up. I got up too, grabbing his shoulder and pulling him into a hug,

"It's okay Al. It's okay.", I chuckled.

"I-I just I-" he sighed, "I have a dad. I have a great dad."

"You have a dad who couldn't care less about you Alex. I'm glad you see me as a dad. You need a dad kiddo." He sniffled a little,

"He-He's not a bad guy.", he said, sitting on the couch. I sat next to him,

"I never said he was. But from what I've seen, your father does the bare minimum and what he feels is absolutely necessary. When was the last time he hugged you? Or told you he loved you?"

"He-He doesn't have to say it. We know he does." I nodded a little,

"Okay." Axel came in and sat on his other side.

"You know dad loves us, right?"

"I know you love me. And Beck loves me. Dad doesn't give a shit Al.", Axel said softly, "Do-Do you remember when we went home for the weekend and he found out I was cutting?" Alex sank down a little,

"Y-Yeah."

"Maybe dad loved me before But-But not after that. Nothing about that was out of love. It-It was just pure hatred and disappointment. I let him down. If Beck hadn't came and gotten us, he would have sent me to military school or-or a psych ward. I wouldn't have made it out of there."

"I know.", Alex whispered.

"You know you can stay here forever, right?", I said softly. They both nodded.

"We're not going home.", Alex said, "If anything, I can leave and get my own place when I'm eighteen and Ax can move in with me. If-If we're better."

"I think you will be."

"Can I go take a nap?", Alex asked. I nodded,

"Sure kid. I love you."

"I love you too." He walked off as Axel glanced at me,