The Help~(Completed♡)

Drinking Games

Calvin's P.O.V.

"We're home!", dad called. Callum and I froze.

"Shit.", he muttered.

"I'll stall.", I said going to the kitchen, "Hey! You guys are home early."

"We are. Why do you look guilty?", dad asked.

"I-I don't." They walked past me to the living room as I followed, "Dads- I- We-"

"Seriously?", dad snapped as Callum froze with the bottle of whiskey.

"We-"

"Yeah. Study now."

~~~~

I was nervous. Hell, I was terrified. I had almost never been spanked.

"Dude, chill out.", Callum breathed.

"How are you so calm?"

"I was on steroids Calvin. Fucking drugs. Dad threatened to send me away five times that day. For anger management or help or therapy or what the fuck ever. Like he was eager to get me out of this house. Nothing was and is more terrifying than that. I've never been more scared." Callum was almost two hours older than me and very much used the older brother act a lot.

"I'm sorry."

"I put myself in the position Calv. Dad isn't gonna hurt us. He-He isn't gonna hurt you. Hell, he'll probably just ground you or some shit and hit me. I'm the problem kid. You're the good one."

"But we did the same thing." He shrugged,

"Reputations change reactions."

"Desk.", dad demanded as he walked in with his belt. I froze as Callum got up, but turned back to me,

"Kid, c'mon." 'Kid'. Ugh.

"I-I can't.", I choked out.

"Cal, I'm not gonna hurt you.", dad said softly. I nodded,

"I-I know I'm just- I'm really scared."

"Understandable." He sighed, "Look, for once, I'm giving you both a choice. You can either get fifty with the belt, each, or take what's called a ginger root until after dinner in about two hours and then another one until bedtime. So about six hours all together."

"What is it?", Callum asked.

"It goes in your butt and burns."

"That's it?" He nodded. We both knew what the belt felt like and hated it.

"That.", we both said.

"Okay. Bend over." We both did so as I felt him pull off my jeans and underwear first before pushing something cold into my ass and pulling both up. He did the same to Callum, "Alright. Leave it be until after dinner."

~~~~

By dinner, Callum and I could barely move and were almost in tears.

"Dad please no more. We learned.", Callum said softly after dinner. Dad shook his head,

"No. Back over the desk. One more time and you're done." What choice did we really have? I sighed and bent over the desk, yelping as he pulled out the root and replaced it with a new one, starting the terrible process all over. "Okay. Go." We went to leave as dad held me back, "Hey, you've been getting an attitude this week and it needs to stop. Are you okay?" I shrugged,

"I'm stressed out. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be difficult."

"No, you're not. I just thought something might be going on." I shook my head,

"No."

"Okay. Good."

~~~~

The twin shit was real sometimes and the worst times were when Callum shut down.

"Goodnight.", dad said from our doorway.

"Goodnight.", I said, freezing when my voice was the only one. Callum and I always said goodnight together.

"Cal?", dad said softly, "I said goonight." Callum rolled over, facing away from him. Dad sighed, "Fine. Goodnight. I love you Calvin."

"I love you too.", I said softly, not missing that Callum curled into a ball at the missing line for him. Dad walked out as I sat up, "Are you okay?"

"Fuck off perfect.", he spat. Wow. Okay.

~~~~

"Why isn't this room clean?", dad demanded. I looked around,

"My side is. I think." He turned his attention to Callum,

"Fucking clean it Callum. I told you three days ago."

"Yes sir.", he whispered, getting off his bed and onto the floor. The past two days, the only words he'd spoken were 'yes sir' and 'I'm sorry'. He was really fucked up and dads hadn't had time to notice.

"And do the dishes that I told you to do this morning."

"Yes sir."

Damon's P.O.V.

"Cal, how's football going?", I asked at dinner.

"Fine.", he said softly, peering at his plate.

"Think you'll make quarterback?" He perked up a little bit but quickly sunk back down,

"I... I don't know. I don't think so."

"Stop doubting yourself Callum.", Rowan said, more annoyed than caring.

"Yes sir." I looked from him to Rowan but was cut off by Ellie's rambling.

"Cally.", Kat whined, standing by his chair. His bad mood faltered for a second but quickly returned,

"Go to Max kid." He never turned away Kat. She was his kryptonite.

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"What's going on with Callum?", I asked Rowan as we sat out back.

"He's fucking behaving. Isn't it great?" Harley leaned over and smacked his head,

"Dumbass."

"Harley.", Max scolded. I glanced inside, where the teenagers played a bored game with the kids, except Callum, who stared at the wall,

"Rowan he's so fucked up.", I said softly, "Something happened. Something bad happened. How long has he been like this?"

"A-About a week I guess."

"We just thought he finally got his act together.", Evan said softly.

"Guys, it's not healthy for kids to never talk or do anything and especially not to turn away things they love. He brushed off talking about football and wouldn't even hold Kat. Have you talked to him at all?"

"We've been really busy.", Rowan whispered, "We were just grateful he was behaving."

"Damon's right.", Evan said quietly, "He's really messed up. He hasn't eaten a lot this week and he's done all of his homework and chores and everything. It's not normal."

"I-I don't know how to ask him."

"Can I try and talk to him?", I asked. They both nodded as I got up and went inside, gesturing Callum out front.

"Did I do something?", he asked. I shook my head,

"No, no. You're not in trouble." He nodded a little. "What's wrong?" He froze, looking up at me,

"I-I- Nothing. Nothing, I'm fine."

"Callum I'm not your dads.", I said sitting on the steps as he followed, "You've always trusted me before them. What's going on?"

"I'm just tired of being the bad kid.", he whispered, "I-I'm tired of having nightmares that I wake up and everyone's gone. I'm tired of wondering if I'm gonna get to stay in my home or if dad's gonna send me away to 'get help'. I'm tired of holding everyone back and being the kid they regret."

"Baby, no one in this family regrets another person. Ever. Your dads could never regret adopting you."

"Hope they kept the receipt."