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Adult
Chapters:
5
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3
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Before it all started
It had been a good summer. Francis had launched a new wine on the market, and it had gotten nothing but positive comments, and so it had been selling so good that he’d made a smaller fortune in just three months. With his pockets filled with cash, he was eager on getting to town and buy some new ties for his collection. He’d decided Monday was a good day for leaving, and so Matthew – as expected – stood Monday morning beside his car, waiting for Francis in order to bid him farewell and luck on his way. Francis came down the stairs, sending his son a bright smile.
“So, today is the day,” he said, embracing the taller man in a warm hug. “I’ll be going to town. Now, tell me – is there anything you would like for me to bring back to you, hmm? Maybe a new book?” Francis slipped his hands into the pockets of the jacket, patiently looking up at Matthew who seemed to give the question a good thought.
“Well…” he mumbled, “well, maybe the book by Au-“
“Hey! Are you leaving?” Alfred’s voice interrupted Matthew’s sentence, and he turned to look at his golden-haired brother standing at the front door in his pyjamas, looking rather confused. “Daddy, where’re you off to?”
“Town,” Francis mumbled, quickly getting into the car with an excusing look towards Matthew. “I’ll see if I can find you some good literature, okay?” he promised.
“You’re bringing Matthew gifts? Get me something too!” Alfred yelled, jumping down the stairs towards the car, which Francis quickly started in a loud roar. “Daddy!”
“Sorry, can’t hear you over the noise – see you!” Francis smiled and waved shortly at them before speeding up, quickly disappearing down the road. Matthew kept waving ‘till he had turned around the corner, then he turned to face Alfred. Said man was standing with his arms crossed and a grumpy look on his face. Matthew sighed and rolled his eyes.
“Now what?”
“You even have to ask, Daddy-favourite?” Matthew snorted.
“I’m not.”
“You are indeed.”
“Then let me tell you what you are – misinterpreting every little thing dad says or does when he’s around the both of us. I don’t think you’re being fair to him.” Alfred raised his brows in faked surprise.
“Oh, that’s it! I’m the unfair one, not him! I see. So when I get upset because he throws you a fancy birthday party, while I just get a book, which he knows I can’t read – I’m just being childish!” Alfred gestured with one hand in the air, taking steps around Matthew, circling him. “That makes so much sense! …not!”
“I won’t even try to respond to such stupidity,” Matthew breathed quickly before slipping up the stairs, slamming the door shut behind him as he entered the mansion. Alfred spit after him.
“Yeah, for I’m just being dumb, am I not? The dumb little brother! Well, fuck you!” He screamed the last two words. His blood was rushing to his cheeks, making them bright red. He gritted together his teeth, making a face of anger. “There’s something fucking wrong with this whole family.” He kicked a stone, swirling around and sinking down to sit on one of the stairs. His mood had gone from happy to depressed within a minute, and it was so silly, for it wasn’t like this kind of situation was anything ordinary. Actually it was everything but ordinary. Francis would always buy stuff for Matthew, and ask him if he was happy or sad, or tell him that he was the best son a man could ever had.
Alfred? Well, he would mostly get yelled at, and if he wanted to discuss an issue with Francis, the man would just shove a handful of cash into his hands, telling him to go cheer himself up with shopping and stop bothering him.
But after having shopped clothes and music and food for nineteen years, you get kind of tired of it all. You need something more.
“Like love,” he mumbled, resting his head between the palms of his hands. Yeah, he wanted love. Sex was okay, sex was fine – he could always get laid. Hell, the girls would pay him for getting into his pants! They admired him! But he wanted more than admiration. Was it not fair of him?
As Alfred’s eyes went teary and he gazed at the blue sky in order to calm himself down, little did he know that love was just what he would getting soon – and never would he had thought Francis could have anything to do with it!
“So, today is the day,” he said, embracing the taller man in a warm hug. “I’ll be going to town. Now, tell me – is there anything you would like for me to bring back to you, hmm? Maybe a new book?” Francis slipped his hands into the pockets of the jacket, patiently looking up at Matthew who seemed to give the question a good thought.
“Well…” he mumbled, “well, maybe the book by Au-“
“Hey! Are you leaving?” Alfred’s voice interrupted Matthew’s sentence, and he turned to look at his golden-haired brother standing at the front door in his pyjamas, looking rather confused. “Daddy, where’re you off to?”
“Town,” Francis mumbled, quickly getting into the car with an excusing look towards Matthew. “I’ll see if I can find you some good literature, okay?” he promised.
“You’re bringing Matthew gifts? Get me something too!” Alfred yelled, jumping down the stairs towards the car, which Francis quickly started in a loud roar. “Daddy!”
“Sorry, can’t hear you over the noise – see you!” Francis smiled and waved shortly at them before speeding up, quickly disappearing down the road. Matthew kept waving ‘till he had turned around the corner, then he turned to face Alfred. Said man was standing with his arms crossed and a grumpy look on his face. Matthew sighed and rolled his eyes.
“Now what?”
“You even have to ask, Daddy-favourite?” Matthew snorted.
“I’m not.”
“You are indeed.”
“Then let me tell you what you are – misinterpreting every little thing dad says or does when he’s around the both of us. I don’t think you’re being fair to him.” Alfred raised his brows in faked surprise.
“Oh, that’s it! I’m the unfair one, not him! I see. So when I get upset because he throws you a fancy birthday party, while I just get a book, which he knows I can’t read – I’m just being childish!” Alfred gestured with one hand in the air, taking steps around Matthew, circling him. “That makes so much sense! …not!”
“I won’t even try to respond to such stupidity,” Matthew breathed quickly before slipping up the stairs, slamming the door shut behind him as he entered the mansion. Alfred spit after him.
“Yeah, for I’m just being dumb, am I not? The dumb little brother! Well, fuck you!” He screamed the last two words. His blood was rushing to his cheeks, making them bright red. He gritted together his teeth, making a face of anger. “There’s something fucking wrong with this whole family.” He kicked a stone, swirling around and sinking down to sit on one of the stairs. His mood had gone from happy to depressed within a minute, and it was so silly, for it wasn’t like this kind of situation was anything ordinary. Actually it was everything but ordinary. Francis would always buy stuff for Matthew, and ask him if he was happy or sad, or tell him that he was the best son a man could ever had.
Alfred? Well, he would mostly get yelled at, and if he wanted to discuss an issue with Francis, the man would just shove a handful of cash into his hands, telling him to go cheer himself up with shopping and stop bothering him.
But after having shopped clothes and music and food for nineteen years, you get kind of tired of it all. You need something more.
“Like love,” he mumbled, resting his head between the palms of his hands. Yeah, he wanted love. Sex was okay, sex was fine – he could always get laid. Hell, the girls would pay him for getting into his pants! They admired him! But he wanted more than admiration. Was it not fair of him?
As Alfred’s eyes went teary and he gazed at the blue sky in order to calm himself down, little did he know that love was just what he would getting soon – and never would he had thought Francis could have anything to do with it!