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"So what…so what are we gonna do?"

York was still fuming and pacing in the room that was currently their simultaneous stronghold and prison. He was now painfully aware of how tiny the room really was. Did four boys really live in here? How was that possible? How did they cope like that for so long?

"York?" David was almost afraid to ask again. He didn't want catch any of the flack from his oldest brother's anger.

"I'll figure something out." Rule number one as older sibling: never say you don't know something. It will never end well.

There was a knocking at the door, and all David wanted was to get it over with. He couldn't take this emotional turmoil! The more he delayed it, the worse the beating would get. He didn't want to end up like York.

"Don't you dare open that door." York hissed.

The blonde brother was stopped short, and his dark eyes pleaded for the world to just stop –even if it stopped with momentary, tremendous pain.

The knocking continued.

David tried to make a case, but all that came out was a pathetic squeak as his voice cracked. Stupid puberty!

"York! What are you doing!"

That voice was Caroline's.

York remained silent. He honestly didn't have a long-term plan for this. All he knew was that his life sucked, and his dad was evil.

"If you get David killed, I'll never forgive you!" She spat as she kicked the door frame and throttled the door knob.

David couldn't control himself. He ran over to the door where his mother-figure waited on the other side of the wood. She had always protected him. Even though he was a little old, all he wanted to do was for his role model to comfort him and tell him everything would be alright.

"Caroline. What should I do?" He whispered as his voice sounded strained from how tight his throat was clenched.

She hated this as much as all the rest of them did, but all she knew was that her father was going to blow a gasket if they didn't get out of there now!

"David. I know that it's probably going to be painful, but I really need you to get out here. It'll be over soon? Please, David?" She could feel her own heart race with fear, and she wasn't even the one with doom impending.

She died inside every time one of her siblings got beat, but, in this twisted situation, she was actually trying to save him from some pain.

"Get up there!" He heard his father yell from down the stairs as well as the thundering footsteps of his father's heavy shoes. Blonde David gathered what inner strength he could and unlocked the door, bracing for the worse, but the footsteps passed by the room and ended with the slamming of a door.

David was supremely perplexed. He opened the door and stepped into the hallway to see spare bedroom light was on, and he could hear the familiar cries and grunts of Maine in pain.


He rushed to the door of the room and tried to open it to find it was already locked.

"Dad!" He called, but the door remained closed.

He looked for Caroline to find her crumpled against the hallway wall with her head buried in her hands crying silently yet violently.

David had never seen her in such a state. A new fear and anxiousness rose up inside as he knocked on the door of the beating room fiercely.

"Dad! I'm here! I'm right here! It's my fault!"

He heard a loud crash and the sharp cry of his youngest brother.

"Maine! Please, Dad! He didn't do anything! Why are you hurting him?! Hurt me, Dad! I'm the one! Please! Let him go! Let him go!"

Tears jumped from his eyes as he trashed and beat on the door only to surrender as he quickly tired and dig his nails into the wood as deep as they would go, unable to see the blood that trickled down from his nails with his blurred eyes.

York stood in the hall with them too in complete shock. He didn't know what to do. He didn't consider that his dad would just beat Maine instead. He'd miscalculated. Now, two of his little brothers were paying for his rebellious spontaneity.

He just stared at the carpet and attempted to block out the screams around him.

He snapped out of it when Caroline stood up suddenly and shoved him against the wall shooting lasers deep into his good eye.

"This is why you can't leave. Don't you ever leave, York!" Her eyes suddenly softened as they welled up with tears again, and she broke down. The number one, the leader. She was at her wit's end.

"No. This is why we all have to leave."

Yeah. Sorry about this one and it's depressing-ness. I guess I was just having some dark feels. Probably stemming from the last episode of RvB with Alpha's torture. (Came up with this in one sitting of about an hour or so.) I don't even want to know what's gonna go down after we see Wash go crazy.
I'll probably stick with the four chapters per age-group thing so the next chapter will be of the aftermath of this horrendous extravaganza.

Comment if you so desire.
Looking forward to it.