Chapter Nine

                                    

                                          
×Chapter Nine×
×A Night In Jail×
                          
Ludwig stared at Gilbert with dull blue eyes, hair not slicked back but messy like he has ran his hand through it way to many times. Gilbert was simply smiling like a predator, lazily leaned back against the chair behind the glass barrier that separated them.
                          
"Vhy vould you do something so stupid like zat, bruder?!" Ludwig finally snapped, eyes becoming darker. Gilbert's smile dropped and it became a snarl full of hatred. It secretly frightened Ludwig.
                          
"Zat fucking teacher vas all over Birdie! Touching him and shit and poor Biride vas crying for him to stop!" Gilbert exclaimed angrily. The guards turned to look at them, listening closely. Ludwig only seemed to be more pissed.
                          
"He did vat?! Zat little piece of scheisse! Did you tell ze officers?" Ludwig says urgently.
                          
"I tried! Stupid Americans vouldn't listen to me!" Gilbert grumbles. The younger of the two sighed and stood up. Gilbert looked up at his brother with confusion, about to stand up but a cough from an nearby officer told him to stay put. But did Gilbert listen to people? Hell no. The albino stood up, looking at his brother who stood at his height.
                          
"I'm going to report the teacher. I know his name, thanks to the gossip zat is going around. Gott, sometimes ze kids at school are useful to be honest. Enjoy your stay Gilbert, surely it's not your first time spending ze night at an jail" Ludwig says, a small smile tugging up on his lips at the end of the sentence. Gilbert scoffed but was now grinning like a Cheshire cat.
                          
"Go get zat shiebe, Luddy. Make big brother Gilbert and litte brother Roderich proud" Ludwig nodded and left the room. That's when he remebered his little brother.
                          
"Scheisse!"

                          
Matthew barely touched his food, tears pricking at the edge of his eyelids. His lip wavered and was pouted, skin paler than usual. It deeply concerned his family, who only got Alfred's side of the story.
                          
"Matthieu, can you please tell us what happened today? We can help you mon petit" Francis says softly. Arthur stays quiet, observing his youngest's expressions and body language, knowing after seeing the boy so scared and sad. It came back to him like he was whipped, but he bit back his own emotions and focused on his scared boy.
                          
"Poppet, did something bad happen...to you?" Matthew looked up abruptly at that sentence, shakily standing up. He knocked over his glass of water as tears fell.
                          
"I-I...n-no! No...p-please..." the small Canadian turned and left, grabbing his coat and leaving the house. He couldn't do it no more. His body burned with the touches of his teacher. How his jeans almost slipped down to his ankles, giving his teacher free pass to look and touch him even more.
                          
"Why me why me" Matthew sobbed, pulling at his locks. He hated the feeling. Hated the guilt he felt. It was his fault for letting this happen. It was his fault Gilbert was in jail. It was all his fault.
                          
"Mattie! Bro, whats wrong?" Alfred catched up to his fast walking brother, stopping the shorter blonde. Matthew looked up at his brother, staring into those trusting and worried and angry blue eyes. Alfred has changed, became protective and always sepnt time with him. He gained trust. Worried because Matthew was his little brother. Angry because he tended to be overprotective and someone must've hurt his baby brother. Matthew knew this all quickly. He was observant, knew everyone's secret by one stare into their eyes. Saw and felt the pain of others. He didn't have a good life, yes, but their are people out there worst than him. And he wishes he can just take their place, face the world's knives. And save someone from the misery. The pain, the abuse, the neglect. To take it all away.
                          
"He touched me Al. Mr. Olsen touched me. I didn't want it! Al, Im scared!" Matthew wailed, latching himself to his brother in a weak embarce. Alfred caught him and hugged him back tightly, a snarl on his usual happy face.
                          
"I'll fuckin kill him, Mattie. I'll fucking kill him!" Alfred growled, understanding now. He had to admit that on most days he was empty minded but with the pieces of the puzzel now put together, he knew why Gilbert was in jail. He had to thank the albino teen when he gets out.
                          
"N-no! You'll g-get in t-trouble too! It's my f-fault, Al, it's my fault" Matthew whimpered sadly. Alfred frowned but didn't say anything, leading his brother back to their house while still hugging his side. He knew he wasn't the best brother in the past, but he would do anything to change that. This is his first mission of being an protective older brother. He will not fail.

                          
Its been two weeks and they were able to schedule a court meeting for both Gilbert and Mr. Olsen. Gilbert was released after spending the night in jail and the incident was cleared from his file. Mr. Olsen was charhed of sexual assualt on a minor and was sentence to 10 years in prison. But throughout it all, Mr. Olsen stared down Matthew, who would squirm in his seat. He hated the look his former teacher gave him.
                          
"You alright, Mattie?" Alfred says softly, rubbing his brother's hand in a comforting way. Matthew snapped his attention back to Alfred and forced a smile, nodding. In all truth, he wasn't alright. He will never be. Because deep down, he feels like it's the beginning of something new.

                          
A/N- Sorry it's short and all, still sick but that's not an excuse. Hope you enjoyed though!