True P.O.V

We didn't have school yesterday since it was Election Day, which I find really stupid, I mean we can't vote so why should we miss school? I mean other than the teachers being gone to vote for electives.

Neither of my parents votes, and when they do, it's a joke for them. They think voting is the funniest thing in the world, probably because they break almost every law imaginable.

Thank god we have school today, having all my siblings trapped in one house for too long is a bad combination. How?

Add two teens, one playing Taylor Swift the other playing some kind of killing game online way, way too loud. Then Chris was being Chris, bully in my brother's skin. Bryan was trying to stay mad at me and treat me like the others but I can see that he just isn't into it. My mom was constantly shining my siblings with attention while she gives me the cold shoulder of no attention, but I guess that's better than the attention my father gives me.

Nobody wants the attention my father would give them especially if it was the same amount of attention he gives to me. A nice belt and a dark cellar. The perfect combination.

Please note the sarcasm.

I would say I would rather be at home, but I'd be lying to you. I was rather glad when I woke up this morning, since I'd be able to leave this hell, though temporarily, for another, but there I wouldn't be beaten by my dad, a man I knew would kill me in a blink of his eye and not give a shit, unlike Union, who I was still afraid of, but he'd never beat me to death. He'd hurt me, oh yeah he'd hurt me, but he wouldn't kill me, that would make him go to prison like he should be, right now, for rape charges.

And then I'd never have to deal with him ever again.

That would be perfect.

Maybe my family would love me . . .

Oh yeah, that all stuff that isn't going to happen because in my world all the bad people are stronger than me, and they get it there way, not my way.

So back to waking up, I was really glad to get out of this house, lately it's been more tense and stressful than usual, and when my family is anxious or nervous or flat down tense, they seem to try to take it out on me, which they should but they do, nothing I can do about it.

I pulled myself up from my small ass mattress, my back was aching from laying on the damn bed, but I rather lay on the hard ass bed than the cold, and hard ground so, take what you get?

I walk over to my small secret shelf and pull out a small diamond. It was mom's and for her, it's been missing for a while but I found it the other day and have been thinking about a way to give back to her, without her knowing it was me who found it, and her to think I stole it.

I'd never steal anything, and I wouldn't even consider stealing something she cared about, but I knew she'd didn't think that she thought I was the messed up child, the one who probably smoked weed in the alleys with dead-beats, she's told me as much. It hurts when she told me that, cause all I wanted was for her to reach out and show the compassion she gives my siblings, but all her hands have ever done was to inflict the pain of my pale skin.

I shove the diamond into my pocket, already thinking the plan out in my mind, the smallest of smiles reaching my face. I was so distracted that I jumped out of my skin when I felt a vibration on my hip, before simply realizing it was my phone.

I turn the screen on, I was glad I put a really tight password on the phone, not that anyone would want to get into my phone but I needed to be assured that my phone was private for only me to see and protect the few people I had contact with. Kyle for instance.

And Kyle just happened to be the person who messaged me.

You mean the mafia bosses home? Does he not realize some people might have very large grudges against the man who was my sperm donor, I don't think he does, but he also doesn't know my father is a large player in the game called 'Mafia' and I was just as much a player as he was. Sadly.

Did that make me even consider not going? No, not at all. I was all for going to hang with Kyle, though it may be with Luke, Luke's friends, no doubt, weren't allowed in that house, because of the mafia. Did that stop me? Not a bit.

I knew Kyle was smirking at his phone, happy as could be, the little brat if I had said no, he'd have dragged me to the Clenevence estate just to hang out with him.

That boy was simply to spoilt by his boyfriend to not get what he wants, add the fact that Luke was a mafia prince was a . . . addition to the facts. What would the mafia prince allow his lover to be sad? I don't think Luke was one, I doubt Alister was either, though I wasn't sure if he had a lover.

What am I saying? Of course he does, he's too hot and attractive, though he had a scary sense to him, being a mafia boss and all, but it only added to his possessiveness and attractiveness, I'd totally wouldn't protest at the chance to touch his hot as fuck body, and his nice looking six pack and abs. Damn, he was a nice specimen of the male population and oh boy it made me want to be envious of whoever got into his pants.

Bet he was big downstairs, probably a monster.

I really need to clean my mind these thoughts weren't good for anybody, especially a teenager of my age if I need to remind you is a young fifteen.

I throw my phone onto my bed and strip out of the summer looking shorts I went to bed in and got dressed for November weather, I really was a Winter into Spring kind of guy, I loved snow, and loved to see flowers bloom. I wonder if I'd see it again. Maybe. But maybe meant both yes and no, it was the uncertain answer, the answer that changed at any second.

Any second.

I check the bandages around my stomach before slipping the shirt over my head, before slipping on a hoddie so nobody would be able to see the bandages, that would show very clearly through my shirt if I didn't attempt to conceal it. I needed to conceal it, I knew Chris knew to a small extent that I was 'picked' on but I don't want him to know how bad it's gotten. I didn't want him to have to step out of his perfect life to even glimpse into my hell of one. I didn't want him to know all the shit I've gone through because he wasn't being the big brother I needed when I was being slammed into a locker, or being dragged into the teacher's lounge to be raped. He was nearby both fucking times! And he never knew. The first time I was really bullied, like bad, I was waiting for Chris in the hallways for him to finish his basketball practice, that's how close we were at the time, I would wait after school just so we could go home together.

And along came Union.

The rape time, he'd been in the same gym, no more than thirty feet away, and he was too occupied trying to get under a girls skirt to notice me, his own flesh and blood being dragged away to be raped.

It's like a depressing song playing on a broken cd player and the damn thing won't stop.

I probably should blame Chris, he was the one who walked out on me, I knew I had taken a step towards that door, but I didn't leave. Me taking a couple steps back, and he's already out the door, taking all the brotherly love and friendship we grew together with him, and suddenly I had lost the only other person than Kyle that I had called my best friend.

I had lost the one person I usually turned to. To think about, I think that's when the depression truly kicked in. The need for someone to be there was stronger than ever, and it was at that point, that I had no one to turn to. I mean I had Kyle, but it was different compared to going to Chris, who I once called bubby, I know, immature, but he loved it. I think he tried to talk Michael and Bryan into calling him that but they didn't go for that.

It was my thing, a thing that had disappeared along with our friendship and brotherhood love.

I walk out of my room, when I was sure any major injury was covered by the clothing that could almost hanged off my skin, I knew I was skinny but I didn't really have the time to eat half of the time, and it wasn't like my parents were going to feed me anytime soon so I ate when I desperately needed to.

I walk down the steps bumping into the one sibling that I was neutral about. Michael.

He and I were in a mutual agreement, I didn't bother him and he wouldn't bother me. We were both quiet too so it wasn't like we ever really had a brother to brother chit-chat.

"Move." He muttered under his breath. I knew he didn't want any of our other siblings to hear, he didn't want to treat me like shit, but in front of them, he had to play the role. That was why he was really quiet when I was around with the other siblings, to cover up him quietly not-hating me.

I step to the side and he practically rushes past me as quickly as possible, not wanting to be seen near me, but it didn't hurt me deep down, I knew he was doing it to protect both of us. I respected him for that.

I turn around and head towards the door, not even glancing to see who was in the kitchen humming to an unforgettable tune, or the rustle of papers in my father's office as he worked quickly to ensure the guns would be shipped out in time. I didn't look to see, nor did I care.

I walk to the side of the house, getting on my cycle and drive away from on hell and head to another.

Alister P.O.V

I knew Luke was confused. On Monday afternoon, after school, he found a picture in his locker, addressed to me, and being a mafia boss I had to be cautious, reading it in private and that kind of shit. So I had gone into my office, by myself, sitting in the comfy chair simply staring at the paper for a couple minutes before I worked up the nerves to open the paper. Unfolding it once I saw neat little handwriting.

Detail? Into what? I unfold the paper completely and what I saw baffled me. It was a very well drawn picture, like photo realistic.

I stood in the middle, a suit and tie that I think I've actually worn, a hand on my hips, in front of the house.

The shading and sketching were done perfect, and my face, well looked like my face but . . . somehow better.

Whoever drew this had true artistic skills.

I wonder who drew it, because this was very well done and because they had seen me enough to draw my face, which could be a hidden threat of the paper, that I wasn't going to throw away.

I fold it up again, open the safe under my computer slip it in there and re-lock the safe, before standing up and leaving my office. I walk into the living room to see a baffled Luke and Kyle. I walk up behind them, somewhat kind of, well totally ease dropping until they noticed I was here.

"-I don't know who put it in my locker but look at it!" Kyle stated before lifting up a drawing that baffled me just as much as mine. It was Kyle and Luke standing outside the house like mine, but there's was different. They were both looking at each other, short Kyle looking up and my tall brother looking down but from hear you could see the love flowing from the drawing people.

It looked like they were drawn by the same person and I caught a small glimpse of small words and knew instantly it was the same person who sketched my face perfectly onto sketchpad paper.

I walk out of the room, up towards mine, decided that though it was only 6:30 in the morning, it was the perfect time for a nap, and after . . .

After I was getting coffee.