Swallows in July
two boys with completely different lives, yet so similar. all they ever yearned for was freedom. can they find it in one another, even though they both feel like caged birds?
a very niche ship/stonathan variant with Baron Lamram and Billy Marrowbone
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"Because it's not fair, Jack!"
"Get out!"
I grabbed his shoulder again, trying to get him to understand me. To get my point across, because his reasoning was senseless. But he just pushed me out of the room.
"Jack! Listen to me, goddamn it-"
"Billy, stop!"
My sister's hands wrapped around my arm tighter. And despite all my effort, she managed to pull me away. Jack slammed the door right at my face and the house suddenly went silent. I could still hear him breathing heavily. Unless it was my own exhales echoing back.
Shortly, Sam started crying. His tiny fingers dug into Jane's skirt in fear and frustration, he really hated when we fought. I didn't like it either, but we wouldn't be here if Jack wasn't acting like a dick.
I exchanged a look with my sister. Yet instead of compassion the only thing I saw in her eyes was disappointed. She pulled Sam closer before turning away from me. My jaw clenched as nails dug into my palms.
Letting out a huff, much like a tolder throwing a tantrum, I spun around and stomped off. I didn't want to stay in a room full of people who refused to take me seriously. Adrenaline kept coursing through my veins, making my breathing rapid and irregular, causing my fingers to tingle.
The room was locked. Mainly due to Sam and his grabby little hands. But Jack wasn't that good at hiding things, keys included. The door squeeked lightly when I pushed it open. It was filled with the smell of dust and the bed was the exact same as the last time out mother lied there.
I sat down. Everything still smelled like her. The sheets, clothes, each corner of the house, yet the scent was way stronger here. I missed her like crazy, but it's not like I could ever admit it in front of my siblings. I just wished things could go back to the way they were, but that wasn't an option anymore.
"I told you to stay out of the room."
My fingers dug into the mattress.
"You said a lot of things, but you're not exactly good at keeping promises either, are you?"
Jack audibly sighed. His shoes scraped against the old wooden floor as he shuffled over. The bed sunk lower under his weight.
"You can't keep blaming me for everything, you know. I'm doing this for all of you. For us."
I didn't respond. Somewhere deep in my soul I knew none of it was his fault. Most of it.
"I don't see how running around with your girlfriend is beneficial for this family," I huffed.
I liked Allie. A lot. We all did. But each moment Jack spent with her was putting us all into danger. How could I trust him not to run his mouth around her?
Jack sighed again and his hand came up to the back of my neck. His fingers firmly creased my hair in some form of attempted brotherly affection.
"Look, I know why you're upset. I would be too. But I just need more time. My birthday's only a couple of months away, right? After that you'll be free, I promise," he said in a reassuring tone.
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