(A/N) This story was written about two years ago and has not been proofread, so expect grammatical errors, spelling mistakes and the whole jest of it. I 'would' edit it, but if I did I don't think I'll have time to edit my other stories before my last school year begins. Another reason why I'm not editing this is because this story was written when I was going through a hard phase of depression; therefore I wrote it with a whole lot of emotion and negativity. I don't plan to revise it again, so I hope you understand my decision...
The Lone Wolf's Burden
Dusk was among the plan bedroom that night and everything was dark. A young boy, of seven years, slowly climbed down his bunk bed and carefully reached the floor without making a hint of noise. His feet softly beated against the floor as he peeked on his tiptoes for a view of his younger brother, whom was sleeping peacefully. A small smile crawled upon Yamato as he watched his brother, with his sharp blue eyes, breathing faintly.
" I love you TK.." he whispered, ruffling his younger version's blond hair.
The older boy noticed him shiver slightly so he instantly pulled the blanket over Takeru to keep him warmer.
Yamato was known to be pretty mature for his age…he was always protecting his brother…
Suddenly, a loud fierce crash was to be heard following with dangerous shouts and yells.
Matt shook his head then crept to the door to spy on his parents then spoke to himself, "They're at it again…"
Matt had a problem of always waking up in the middle of the night…and on the wrong timings- when his parents were bickering. But this time it was different…even Takeru stirred from the amount of noise their parents had been making. A soft voice made Matt turn around...
"Matt…wash's happening?" TK asked sleepily.
"Go back to sleep Tee," Matt ordered.
"Kay Matt," TK yawned, " Night."
"Night bro and sweet dreams…okay?"
"Ahuh," TK replied quietly.
Matt turned back to the crack in the door staring at his parents with worry.
" IT'S CHRISTMAS SOON! DON'T MAKE THE BOYS GO THROUGH ALL THIS RIGHT NOW. IT'S TOO MUCH FOR THEM," his mother yelled then whispered coarsely, " Please don't…don't turn your back on me."
"And what if I do?" his father shot back without hesitation.
"You can't their too young for this…" she cried, " And I- I can't take care of them myself…"
It was silent for a while and then his mother burst out, " YOU'RE ALWAYS COMING HOME LATE…SPENDING TIME ON YOUR WORK AND YOU NEVER HAVE TIME FOR YOUR LOVED ONES!"
"Ohhh…what loved ones?" he asked sarcastically, " I don't know why the hll I loved you in the first place!"
The fighting and shouting continued for a very long time, yet Matt stood wide awake…alone in the dark room… Finally, the loud voices calmed down and there was a sudden hard slam of the door. Matt realized that the coast was clear and slowly opened the door, making his way to his mother whom was on her knees staring at the door. Immediately the boy rushed to his mother's side.
"Mom…are you okay?"
"Yes Ya-yam- Yamato," she shook as she wiped the uncontrollable tears falling down from her stressed face, " Come over here Matt."
Without hesitating Matt came closer to his mother with a reassuring gesture, embracing his mother tightly letting her head fall onto his shoulder as she sobbed loudly into her son's shirt.
"Mom…don't worry everything will be okay," Yamato comforted uncertainly.