Love...or Heartache?, Natasha Estrada [i have read the book .TXT] 📗

member let alone a brother that follows you like a puppy to act as if you didn’t know each other?! That is wrong in so many ways Malcolm you are to be an heir to this family and you can cast aside one member as if is nothing!” My father yelled and Malcolm rose from his seat. “You don’t understand father! You never understand!”  He exclaimed and our mother jumped in this time nothing but sadness on her face. “Malcolm, no matter how many time they come up to you, what you have done was wrong and very hurtful. I know you love your brother and this has put a large dent in your relationship with him…” She said thinking of a kind way to put what she had in mind. “You have to tell us what else you told him, because just that isn’t going to make him act this way.” She said evenly.

    “I might have added that it was bothersome and left without explaining what was bothersome.” He said bowing his head with grief.  A gasp left my mothers’ mouth and she ran up to him grabbing onto his shoulders. “How could you! Your brother hates that word all together! Have you not learned when he was younger and suicidal?!” She nearly screamed at him before leaving for the stairs with my father behind her. I looked at my sisters’ and brothers’ before speaking. “Malcolm, I understand how you feel and I been through it as well. I think all of us have, but you just have to put your foot down and tell them that they are not allowed to have our brother.” I said calmly with an expressionless face.

     “Mal…Even though we forgive you Leo hasn’t and you must tell him you’re truly sorry and nothing else. You will have to wait until he forgives you himself.” Iris said before leaving the room. “I don’t think you understand the problem here Malcolm. You keep saying no one understands when we all do and not only that you have used the forbidden word!” Rina’s voice felt like venom and he looked at us with a frown. “I didn’t mean to use it okay?!” He said as more tears fell from his eyes.

         *Flash Back*

   It has been ten hundred years since Leo’s attempt to commit suicide. We use to have an uncle that lived with us when we were younger and right under our noses he was abusing Leo. Mentally and physically he would always mention how Leo was always bothersome and how whatever he does is nothing but a mere bother for him. We don’t know the whole story since Leo won’t tell us.

     “Mom, why is Uncle Ivan cruel to Leo? Does he hate him or something?” I asked my mother when I was about sixteen thousand years old but beside that my mom looked at me with an expression I still can’t explain. “Sweetie, your Uncle is a little odd with Leo. We don’t understand it either.” She said and patted my head before getting up to check up on Leo. It was the first time a vampire ever caught a fever and she tended to him nonstop. “Ugh! Why is this child so bothersome?” My Uncle yelled and stomped down the staircase.

    “Brother, please the boy is sick that is all don’t make it into a scene.” She said before heading up to his room.  He frowned and looked at me with a wicked grin and went outside for god knows what. Why does he have to live with us? He is nothing but a pain in the ass. I thought coldly before going to find my brothers to play with. 

             ~~~Many weeks later~~~

   Leo sickness was over and he was once again healthy like the rest of us. My mother kept a sharp eye on him to make sure he was better and when she was pleased with the results she gotten the watching began to die down. “Leo, why does Uncle Ivan go to your room so late at night?” Malcolm asked Leo while we all were playing human. “I…I…I d-don’t know.” His voice tightens along with his body. “Why are you lying to us Leo?” Iris yelled at him and he pouted. “How rude how can you tell me that I am lying?” He returned and left towards the house with us all in confusion.  “Malcolm you two are closer. Go after him and see what is wrong.” Winter and Rina said as a union and looked at each other briefly.

     “I will but first let’s finish our game.” He said and we continued to do so until we all had to go in and eat dinner before going to bed. As the night went along I heard Leo’s door open at the same time it always opened. With my uncles muttering and Leo’s whimpering.  I wanted to go see what is going on, but I’m very scared of my uncle.

      The next morning my Uncle wasn’t to be seen and Leo’s behavior changed greatly. He had no life in his eyes and wouldn’t speak to anyone. We all worried but we were young and wanted to play around. So we did, but Leo went off into his room not wanting to play. Our mother told us to give him some space and hopefully he would be better by tomorrow. As the day went by and it was time for lunch Leo wouldn’t answer to our mothers or fathers callings. He wouldn’t even answer the door for any of our knocks. I’m sorry… was sent through all of our minds. As we got upstairs our father broke the door down to find Leo’s chest wide open with a knife in his hands and his heart barely out of his chest. My mother screamed as she saw her baby chest cut open.

    “Hold her back!” My father ordered us and went to Leo before gently pushing his heart back in place. We didn’t see is face, but we could tell he was crying just like mother. Then our father grabbed the knife in Leo’s hand and cut his own to press against Leo’s chest. “My baby…my baby…”My mother repeated over and over again. Why Leo? Why this? It was the only thing going through my mind and to see my father give his blood to the half dead Leo. It broke my heart.

*End of flash back*

  “Mason you didn’t have to think of it again! It is something I don’t want to remember!” All the siblings said as a union and I frowned. “I’m sorry I couldn’t help it.” I replied and Malcolm’s body shook with sadness as he thought of how he was a horrible brother for saying such word to his youngest brother.  We all heard my mother scream and all looked up at each other before running up to see what happen. “Mother what’s wrong?” We all said together and looked to see what she was screaming about and it was Leo on the bed throwing up. How could he be sick? He hasn’t been sick since that time.

      “How could he? There can’t be a reason for him to be sick…” My mother said and my father went over to Leo touching his head. “Son, did you do this to yourself?” He asked and Leo’s unnatural pale face looked at my father. “No…I am just to stress. It is not a fever either.” He said before wincing. 

Chapter Three: Family Issues

Malcolm P.O.V-

*Flash Back*

       It has been a little over ten hundred years since Leo tried to commit suicide. I wish I paid attention better and tried to stop my uncle from doing whatever it was. We only know the basic abuse our uncle implied on Leo. Mentally and physically hell Leo didn’t even tell us that. He just admitted that it happened to him, and what’s worse he won’t tell us all of what happen.

   “You little brat stay still…” My uncle’s voice came from Leo’s room and my body shuddered. “If you bite me again I’ll…” His voice went lower as if he knew someone was listening. After a while I heard Leo whimper about how he was sorry and everything went quiet. I sat in my bed confused at why Leo was allowing Uncle Ivan to be mean to him. “You little fucker you are nothing back a bothersome!” My uncle’s voice growled and Leo done nothing but whimper. With that there was a door click twice indicating that the door opened and closed.

     When I thought everything was settled I would hear Leo’s soft sobbing begging for it to end. But what to end what was uncle doing to him? Why isn’t he fighting back? Why doesn’t he tell mother or father? The sobbing continues until the early rise of the morning, and then there would be the shower starting right at six in the morning no later or no sooner. –Knock- “Come in Iris” I noted since Iris scent was like a minty spring river. She walked in slowly before closing the door quietly.

    “It is time to get up and shower, but of course you knew that though right?” She stated since Iris knew us more than we did ourselves. “Yes, and Uncle Ivan was in Leo’s room again.” I commented on the visits Leo gets from our uncle. “And he has fever!” I nearly wanted to yell, but what good would that do? Iris raised an eyebrow and shook her head. “Mal…we don’t know if he were helping him last night or not. Don’t grow so angry over such.” Iris defended our uncle and to be honest I hated it.

     I glared at her and looked down. I know I can be over exaggerating, but there is something deeper than a normal checkup. “Yeah, hey do you mind leaving? I need to change.” I said and she left without another word. When I was fully dressed I greeted my family and went to see how Leo was doing. “Hey Lee, How are you feeling?” I asked stupidly since by looking at him was enough to see how he was feeling. “Good, I don’t feel the burning anymore.” He smiled happy to see me.

   “That’s good…what happen to your arm?” I commented on the bruises forming. “Oh? I didn’t notice. Haha it must be a way my body to heal.” He answered calmly but I knew otherwise. “Oh…okay well I am going to go and play. Get better soon so that you can play too.” I said rushing out of the room not wanting to cry at the sorry sight of him. My little brother that had a nasty pale color along with dark marks on his body, and not to mention his eyes red from crying.

~~~Many weeks later~~~

        Leo has gotten better and it was a relief to the family. Well except our Uncle Ivan. When all of us were outside in the guest house playing humans I thought of many ways to confront Leo about our Uncle visiting him at night. Even with him being better. Iris agrees with me the next time