-: ✧ :-𝘑𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘟 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳-: ✧ :- Cult Family fanfiction (DISCONTINUED)

𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝..

Twitch.

Your eye twitches from Martin's obvious rudeness from ignoring what you say every time you try to talk or respond. As Jack is trying to lighten up the mood a bit after seeing your fist clench, Martin gets pulled away by one of the other members of the family, one with blonde hair and a rusty and dark gas mask on. You roll your eyes slightly and sigh in annoyance and relief. 'Poor Jack, having to deal with a fucker like him, jesus..' you think, feeling pity for the stuttering mess of a boy. He sighs and looks down then back up at you, clearly embarrassed, flushed face and everything, but you can't tell because of his mask. "H-hey if you don't want to continue tour then you don't need t-to.." he says, obviously just wanting to wallow alone in his shame. "I mean, if it's now a bad time now because of that I wouldn't mind.. we can pick it up tomorrow if you want" you smiling at him, trying to put him at ease.

He flinches, he's never seen someone as warm yet soft as you, he's not used to this kind of comfort. It's always just been "you'll get over it" or "C'mon your a big kid now suck it up" with his family members. He smiles under his mask, even a few tears pricked the corners of his eyes. 

After getting a glass of water to calm yourself down, he heads back up to the room you woke up in earlier. "This is your new room, just because half of the other rooms are just for storage cause we, obviously, never have guests." he pauses, "Except for the big shot TV star, uhm what's his name again?..". He shakes it off, "we haven't seen him in years, I hope he's doing well".  You don't question why THE Flamingo would visit them, instead you walk over to the small nightstand and set your glass on it, with a small coaster under it to keep the wood from staining. You sit on the bed and look out the dirty window, seeing it's pouring again. 

Suddenly a stinging pain in your head randomly occurs, you grunt in pain as your head throbs. Jack, startled, runs over to you and holds you, asking what's wrong. You can barley hear him as ringing in your ears completely takes over your ability to hear anything. Then it hits you, your little brother is still out there! Then things go silent except for your heavy breathing and Jack's worried whimpers. How could you forget? How did the thought of your little brother fully slip from your mind?

How could you just forget about him?

He's your little brother. 

Your blood.

Your Family.

And you just forgot about him.