~Jeremike~

No P.O.V

Jeremy and Mike arrived at Scott and Vincent's house. Scott took care of all the cuts on Mike's body, while Jeremy and Vincent took care of  Peppercorn and Carter.

Bruce and Brice stayed in Jeremy and Mike's house, cleaning up the mess.  Yes, it was true that they are no longer going to be bad. It may take a while for the two to get used to it, but they will get the hang of it. Some might wonder, why were they bad? Well you can say that they like to hurt others. Oh how wrong that answer is. They hated to hurt others, it's just that their parents taught them to be bad. Their parents were killers, the two brothers had to watch in horror as their parents killed the innocent. Later on they became like their parents , full of hate and anger.

Bruce's P.O.V

We had made quite a mess, but everything was cleaned up. Boy I wasn't used to cleaning, cause you know... Brice and I went back home it was sundown, the sky was painted a hot pink and a tropical orange. I loved when the sky was like that. And I felt really guilty for doing all that to my son.

Though I just got back home I decided to take a walk, so I can clear some things in my head. I walk with my head hanging low, I kick a stone while I walk. I wasn't looking in front of me, I bump into something or someone. This person was the same height as me, we met face to face. It was Mike, he had cuts all over him from the fight.

"Sorry." I mumbled, I try to walk past him. He grabbed me from the back of my shirt, and pulled me back. I could see a dog by his side growling. I was scared of him, it may not have seemed like it, but I was. "Please let me go."

"You think I'm going to let you go so easily after all the things you did? You have to be kidding, right?" He questioned. I didn't move, I've done so many horrible things to them. I didn't realize that I started to cry.

"I'm sorry... I'm really sorry... Please... Please let me go please." I was a grown man crying like a kid. I heard footsteps approaching us, I look to see my son holding a car seat. He froze in his tracks when he made eye contact with me.

"Jer, go back home with Carter and Peppercorn." Mike said not looking away from me.

"No, please I want to talk with my son."

"You are not going ne-"

"Mike, let him go." Jeremy commanded.

"What? But he did terrible things to you. I'm not letting him off that easily."

"I want to hear what he says."

"N-" Jeremy gave a hate and annoyed glare at Mike. "Fine..." He lets me go, I stumble back since he was still pulling on me. I think Peppercorn was the dogs name, stopped growling.

"Dad, what do you want to say?"

"What I want to say is that, I'm sorry for all things I did. I didn't know what was going through my mind. Brice changed my mind about being bad today. I'm sick of doing all the same shit to you guys, it's like you keep replaying a movie over and over. I would try and ruin your lives because they were so much better than mine. It seemed like you had such a happier life than me... That just made me snap inside... The abuse... I never meant to hurt you... I know one time I tricked you terribly, and I'm sorry for that..." I explain hoping he'll forgive me. I look down to my feet, tears streaming down my face.

"Stop crying, old man." Mike growled.

"MIKE!" Jeremy yelled. I heard footsteps approach me, I didn't dare look up from the ground. "Dad, look at me..." I look up eye to eye with my son. He looked just like his mother. We stared at each other forever. He smiles at me, I was a little surprised. "Dad, many people make terrible things that they don't mean. It kinda reminds me of one of my friends. He killed people, he came out for us to. But he found someone that changed the way he saw things. Now he lives a normal life with someone he loves. Like you, you found your someone. I'm happy that you did, you needed love in your life."

"Thank you." I smile at him. He turns to look at Mike. My son walks towards his lover and passes him the car seat. He unlatches the baby that was in there and picks him up gently in his arms. He walks back towards me.

"Dad, this is Carter. He was only born a few days ago." The baby's who's name is Carter looked up at me, he had the blue eyes of Mike, and the brown hair that Jeremy has. I look at Mike, he had a displeased face, I look back down at my grandson.

"He's adorable." I gently stroke the baby's soft cheek. He smiles up to me.

"Oh, and thanks for cleaning the house for us. And what did you do to Miguel?"

"Your welcome... Miguel, he just disappeared. You killed him right?"

"Yeah... Well at least I think so."

Time Skip + Jeremy's P.O.V

My father and I talked for a little longer before Mike dragged me away. "Mike what's wrong?"

"What's wrong? What's wrong? Hmm let me think... Everything is wrong, YOU can't forgive HIM!"

"And why not?"

"CAUSE HE DONE SO MANY THINGS TO YOU! YOUR GOING TO FORGIVE THAT EASILY?! HUH?! YOU FORGIVE TO EASILY, AND THAT'S WHY YOU'RE A FUCKING WEAKLING!-" He stops and covers his mouth as he realized what he had said. "Jer, I'm sorry."

"NO! YOU KNOW WHAT?! YOUR RIGHT, I FORGIVE TO EASILY! SO LET ME SEE... I'M NOT FORGIVING YOU!" I yell back. Carter started to cry, I started back to the house leaving Mike behind.

I arrive at the house, I had fed Carter and changed his diaper. There was no sign of Mike. I sigh and walk into the living room, I look at the picture of Mike and I at the park. I wish I didn't yell at him, but he started it. The house felt... cold, lonely and gloomy. I lay in the couch with Carter on my stomach, I play with him for a while.

It was now 11 p.m. Mike still hasn't came back, I was starting to get worried. Carter slept in my arms. I take out my cell phone and start to dial Mike's number, there was no answer. I was about to dial again but the door swung open making Carter jump and cry. Mike entered, his eyes were bloodshot, he was drunk.

"Mike?" I question. He looked at me and slammed the door behind him, he walks towards me. He takes Carter out of my hands and walks up stairs. In a couple minutes he came back stairs. I was about to tell him something but he forcefully grabbed my wrists and harshly pins me to the couch. "Mike, stop."

He smirks evilly, I gulp. He removes one hand from my wrist and uses one to hold my arms in place. He trails down my stomach, he lifts up my shirt. "Mike... please, no." I beg. He takes his hand out of my shirt and holds his finger up to my mouth.

"Shh. Don't talk."

"MIKE, LET ME GO!" I yell. I squirm in his grip only to fail, I start to tear up. "Mike, please." He ignored my begs and cries to let me go. He started to kiss me, I could taste the alcohol that he had drank. I refused to kiss back, I managed to  get my right arm free. I use my right handto slap Mike across the face, he sat up and held his cheek. I take this chance to run, I didn't know if I should run out of the house, or stay. If I ran out I had to take Carter with me, because who knows what Mike would do with him. I look back at Mike he was passed out on the floor, good. I walk up to him and lift him onto the couch. I told myself not to speak of this.

I walk upstairs and check on Carter, he was asleep. Peppercorn next to his crib curled up in a ball, sleeping. I smile and walk out of the room heading into our room. I take off my clothes leaving me only in my boxers. I lift up the cover to my side of the bed and start to drift off.

'I guess I do forgive to easily.' I think before falling asleep.