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He kept his head bowed the complete time his hands clenching his trousers as his brother spoke "The teacher doesn't know it is a dream, to the outside world we are a happy family in complete harmony, so even if it is a dream..." he turned his head away "It's a dream that will get you extra credit, if you don't like it I will put it in as my homework and draw you a basket of fruit" he say with a light growl, he worked hard on it to make everything perfect

"The last time anything like this happened was our fifth birthday, the day everything changed... the day I done something wrong it seems and became nothing more than a shadow" he remembered that day well as his clothing wasn't the fine silks he was use, tailored to fit his form but plain white baggy cotton clothing that was for a child a few years older than him, it was the day the luxury items he had where taken from his side of the room and was left bare

"It'll pass. Care to remind me what happened from your perspective, dear brother?" Richard petted the bed for him to sit and talk. It would give him a break as well from the homework he'd made Aaron do. He hadn't noticed what had gone wrong on that day and he didn't really remember it really. Their parents had polluted his mind so he wouldn't do whatever Aaron had done to drift them apart. He has a nice side, it just rarely shows now.

Aaron stood up as Richard patted the bed "No, I wouldn't because I done nothing wrong... I was five, one minute mother and father loved me... next minute everything I knew was taken from me and I became a cage bird" he say sadly, he took the sketchpad and walked towards the door "Since you don't like it I will draw something else for you, I will had in what I drew earlier to the teacher" his voice was void of emotion as he moved away

Richard scoffed. He said it would do. What more did Aaron want. He was slowly losing his patience. And here he was trying to be nice. "But really I don't remember anything. And I said it was a pass." He grabbed Aaron's wrist as he tried to leave, pulling him back in. "Are my answers not good enough or something?" He bit his lip, controlling his anger. If Aaron said the wrong thing right now he might snap and take out his anger on him. Not by his fault but all the pent up rage over the years. Truth be told, he didn't really like the attention and preferred to do his own thing.

Aaron looked back and pushed the sketchpad back into Richards chest as his wrist was grabbed "You don't remember because it didn't effect you, nothing ever does!" he say his voice slightly raised "You can lie from the back of your teeth and get away with it! I tell the truth and I still get punished..." he look down "THANKS FOR MAKING MY LIFE TODAY A LIVING FUCKING HELL!" he yelled "You have everything I wanted, you have their love" with that he pulled his wrist away from Richard's he had had enough

"I don't really want it. They're annoying. Always getting me to do things they should be doing. Like how I have to watch you like a hawk and reprimand you. That should be all them. Not me. I'm not a fucking babysitter." Richard was also getting sick of everything. It's not like they could switch places and feel better or anything. He let Aaron go as he cooled down. He had come close to snapping but held back.

"Ry then do yourself a fucking favor, stop being a damn babysitter and let me go" he growl stopping he turn and look at him "You are like them, you always will be... if you weren't YOU WOULDN'T HAVE FUCKING CUT ME... YOU WOULDN'T HAVE RAPED ME" tears streamed down his face "You wouldn't have lied and you wouldn't want personal favors..." he turned and walked a way "Do us both a fucking favor and stop kidding yourself, you are their clone and I'm here just to make your life easier" he opened the door and stopped for a moment "I'm a doll outside and inside" with that he left the room and went to his own room flopping on his bed

Richard wasn't affected by those words since he knew it was true. But he still hated doing their dirty work. But some of it he did enjoy. He thought it funny the way Aaron had an outburst. That was one thing he was always like. He never flinched if he was being yelled at or anything. He figured he'd give Aaron some cooling time since he wasn't in the mood to act on rage.

After a while Aaron got off his bed and pulled the key for his room from his pocket as he stood and walked towards it, he placed the key in the door and turned it only three quarters of the way. this meant the couldn't open the door from the outside.

Everything was building up and he was getting angry something he didn't want to do as he could get into trouble, he knew Richard wouldn't be as nice all the time when he outburst. He also knew for the next month he was at Ry's beckon call and that didn't sit well with him, but if he didn't do it the Chess and Lucy's career's could be at stake.

Slowly he moved back to his bed and crawled under it curling his hand going to his hair as he closed his eyes, he felt safe where he was and because of his upbringing believed he was exactly where he belonged, on the floor like a rug, eventually he drifted off to sleep

Richard had decided to go for a walk in the garden, taking his sketchbook with him. He was not in the mood for doing assignments so he took a new sketchbook. One that was to be used just for himself. He wasn't going to draw anything from within the garden but decided to doodle away his anger none the less. By the end of the 2 hours he was in the garden, he had a few sketches detailed. He had done things from his head, not really having them as anyone he knew. He had foxes and things like that running around.

Aaron remained under his bed, waking as he heard gentle knocking he just wanted to be left alone, turning he took the pencil he still had and drew on the wall much like a child would with a crayon his left hand never leaving his hair as he drew.

unlike the picture he drew earlier for Richard's assignment he drew their fifth birthday, the sun was shining a no clouds where in the sky, their parents holding out gifts to Richard with a pile more on the table next to him, he however sat in the shadow Richard had behind him holding a single banged up package, that looked like it hand been wrapped with a newspaper, beside him was a book, as the picture moved away from Richard and their parents more and more clouds where drawn.

It was how he remembered that day, tears falling from his eyes as he dropped the pencil, he didn't know what his crime was, but the day after his hair was cut to the length it was now and was never allowed to grow "What was my crime?" he whimper, hearing a voice he didn't recognize from the household he blinked seeing pair of feet "Your crime is a simple one" the voice said "Your crime was being second born" the man said, Aaron clenched his eyes and shook his head, there was no way anyone could have been in his room he locked the door.

Opening his eyes the feet where gone "RY!!!!!" he screamed scooting out from his bed he moved to the door fumbling with the key for a moment before managing to open it, he was scared as he ran towards Richards room. not seeing him there he jamp into his bed none the less almost as if it would keep him safe

Richard had drained his emotional anger, climbing down from the red oak he was currently sitting in. He decided he would get a snack and head back to his room. He stopped by the kitchen, grabbing whatever he'd made that was still in there. He decided to walk back to his room the long way. He noticed Aaron's door was opened.

He thought it strange. He then noticed the drawing, vaguely remembering the happenings. He still hadn't known what had gone wrong. He shrugged, heading back to his room. He placed his sketchbook down and jumped onto his bed until he felt someone was in it. "Who..oh." He did wonder where Aaron had gone, expecting that to be the last place he would be. "something wrong? You never hop in my bed unless there is." He got up and closed the door for more privacy.

Aaron let out a yelp as squashed by his big brother, hearing his voice he brought the blanket down "S-someone was in my room..." he stutter shaking a little "I-it was a man, I-I don't know how he got in I locked my door after I took they key from your room" his voice showed he was panicked, he didn't say anything else instead he brought the blanket up over his head. He had this same problem as a child but it was put down to an imaginary friend

"You didn't have anything happen like this in a long time. Why only now. You think it was your old friend?" Richard asked, going to cradle Aaron by lying over him like an extra blanket. It wasn't often Aaron had experienced the voices. At least not in 5 years. He secretly used to console him when that'd happen, glad their parents never found that out.

He still thought he should have gotten tested for any personality disorder tests when he was younger but that never happened. Their parents had brushed it off. "You still have the key?" He asked, thinking to lock the door just until he was done at least. He didn't need anyone walking in on them even if he wasn't going to touch Aaron.

Aaron shook his head at the question "N-no I didn't recognize the voice Ry" he whimper as he shook, he didn't pull away from Richard he done the opposite and leaned into him he was scared, he heard voices every now and then and said nothing, but he never actually seen any physical manifestation of them "R-Ry I-I'm scared" his voice showed fear as he spoke

Aaron shook his head under the blanker "N-no, I just wanted to get out of there, p-please don't make me go back he might be there" he sob fighting back how he felt, he didn't know why he heard voices but as much as he hated it here, he didn't want to be sent away to a mental institute "Please don't tell them Ry... I beg you, I'll do what every you want just please don't tell them"

Richard shook his head. "gimme the key if you have it on you. I won't tell because I need you so I can get away with what I do. And I guess I'd miss you too." He got up, searching Aaron for the key and locking his door the same way Aaron had. He then went to his top drawer, looking around for a bottle of pills.

He had sleeping pills hidden in his drawer for nights when he just couldn't sleep. He figured giving Aaron one or two wouldn't hurt. But he would do so after he was done coaxing him into a little trust. They were only a small dosage so he usually took two when he couldn't sleep. "Now tell me all you heard."