Prove Me Wrong (Rusame)

The Beginning Part 1

America's POV

It was bad.

Really fucking bad.

Sitting in the living room, my dad yelling about whatever he was yelling about. I lost interest the moment he told me to wait for him on the couch. Actually, I lost interest when I started heading home. I already knew what was going to happen.

Watching him pace back and forth, mom sitting on one of the chairs making sure nothing got too out of hand, was the only level of attention I was giving the conversation. My brothers upstairs, certainly listening from the stairwell. I was hoping for Aussie to do something, or for one of his animals to get loose so we have something else to focus on. Or Zee having dad distracted for when I walked in so I could have a moment alone. Or even Canada helping me sneak through his bedroom balcony as I had done before.

But no.

Dad made sure he stayed waiting by the door, keeping the others in sight.

"-understand what is at stake here? Your safety, your brother's safety, even! You can't keep doing this son, leaving abruptly while your episodes have been getting worse. We can't risk you having one outside the home now!"

Never? Could it really be never?

"Your brother Canada can manage to stay inside and follow the rules, and he hasn't shown any signs of hallucinations or the episodes you have."

Not even a not right now? That would have been better. What would make everything better, or at least get close to it, would be if I could just go up into my room and be left alone for the day. Everyone leaving me alone would be perfect.

"Wales was coming here to possibly help cure you!"

I sifted my head to look at my dad when he said that word. Cure? This again? I thought we had moved past that after nothing worked. There is no cure, I can't get rid of them. I gave up. He should too.

"She came here, out of her own time, for you and you couldn't have the same decency to even be here when she did!? She was trying to help you!"

Dad stopped in front of me, narrowed eyes, and the deepest frown I was used to seeing. Mom wasn't even looking at me, only at her feet on the floor.

"Whatever," I grumbled, standing up and becoming eye level with him."Is that all?"

Dad looked at me for a second longer before turning away and adjusting his shirt collar. "That is all."

Without hesitation, I briskly walked out of the room and the stairs. I started running up them, skipping some steps. All I wanted to do was go to sleep for the rest of the year.

When I got to the top of the stairs I saw my three brothers standing there nervously waiting. Figured they were listening in, voices carry in this house like nothing.

Zee stepped forward, trying to say something but I shook my head to stop him. Without a word I walked past them and went straight into my room. I didn't want to say anything that I would regret, so I kept my mouth shut.

Locking my door, I took off my shirt and jeans and threw myself onto the bed.

"Never?"

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When I woke up it was dark out. I didn't even realize I fell asleep, but that's usually how that happens.

The house was fairly quiet, the normal sounds from the neighboring rooms being the only thing I could hear. It took me forever to get the energy to sit up, all I wanted to do was sleep. Sleep and forget.