Quick warning! First off, there's incest, of course and I also took two years off of Rodricks actual age. He left at 16 when Greg was 13, thus they only have three years difference. I'm sorry if that's inconvenient, but I felt it was the only way it'd work for me. Anyways, enjoy! (And I'll be updating every day)

Disclaimer, I don't own this shit.

"I don't fucking need you!"
That's the last thing he said to his mother the night he left; 16 years old and already falling back on any act of discipline or inquiry that he wasn't ready for independence. Rodrick claimed life was music, when really he meant life was slacking off; this, he realized only now.

The last thing he remembered from leaving the house was the slammed door and rushed steps towards his van, but if it had been up to his mother, he wouldn't have even had his fingers wrapped around the keys in the first place - good thing she couldn't get to them first.
Or maybe not.
Standing at a corner, eye-liner smudged in all the wrong places; Rodrick dialed the house number two years too late. Sobbing through his throat and wiping his nose onto his black sleeve, every ring meant 1 less chance of ever being repared. Though, it's been too long since he believed anyone could be fixed at all.

"Hello?"
"Mom! Mom..." He snapped, not a second to spare once his mother had picked up.
There was a pause, and right before he was going to continue speaking with a tilted head and a sorry creace of his eyebrows, there it was; a sob from the other line. "Rodrick! It's Rodrick! Honey, honey, come here, it's-"
"Mom, I need you." He quickly added, now holding the speaker with his free hand.
"Are you alright? Oh my God, what's happening?" "What? Who? Rodrick?" He heard his father say, most likely flabbergasted that they recieved any contact at all. All these years, every month, every day, they hadn't heard a thing. Rodrick wanted to hear their voices every moment, but comitted to his decision and tied down by pride - it wasn't an option.
Not until tonight.

Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and swallowed thickly. "I..." The single letter took his breath away; licking his lips and blinking with a shift of his bodily position, it was difficult to proceed with the explanation.
"I was raped."

The ride back home - his actual home - wasn't all that overwhelming at all. In fact, the trip was rather silent-
Perhaps he should've expected that.
Nevertheless, as he watched the 12 AM lights rush by, memories came crashing with the few glances he got at his father; a stern look on his face as he watched the road, though visibly occupied mind-wise. His eyes darted from side to side, expectedly he had to be full of questions and concerns...not to mention hatred. Devons mother kept turning her head, flashing genuine smiles as her eyes squinted into half-moons in motherly adoration. Really, he wondered if she was even paying mind to the nights event, the cause of his sudden call.
He had been curled up in a ball on the side of the road, still crying once they had pulled over. Embraced by both of his parents at the same time, it was a nostalgic moment as he coughed out various cries of repentance. His face hurt and the skin that covered his face and neck was soaked - leaving his shirt wet with sweat and tears just as well. They had all climbed in the car, even his parents with tears in their eyes, but the moment wasn't long-lasted as the whole situation started to sink in.

The next morning, Rodrick hadn't remembered the last time he had woken up with such bad pain. The zap had waved over him like a tsunami; channeling from his temples down to his knees. His head beat with a migraine, neck ached, stomach churned, spine, anus, knees, they all stung; the pressure on his joints and bones was brutal, a groan leaving the pit of his mouth as he held the nape of his neck in one hand and held himself up with the other. Cold sweat formed on his forehead, weakness keeping his legs buried under the covers of his dusty bed.
What now?
Rodrick took a single look around his room and realized, still there was nothing. No one. No one, but his family. What could they do?
Hissing at himself, he bowed and shook his head; he couldn't start this again. They were there for him, maybe they didn't have cocaine to offer, nor could they get him a record deal, but they bread him. His brothers-
Suddenly, he shot his head up and threw the covers off himself.
Greg.
He was 15 now.
He was approaching the age Rodrick was at when he ran away.

After all the beating and bullying, what was he now? Who was he in the high school Rodrick was at himself? "I bet puberty hit him har-" He began to mumble to himself as he dashed out his room and down the stairs before laying eyes on his now 5 foot 8 centimeters tall little brother.
There he stood, eating an apple, frozen in his tracks as they mutually laid eyes on eachother. The moment was awkward, silence caused ringing in Rodricks ears and the air had seemed to clear - as if fog occupied the very room until they came to reunite.
Sealing his lips together as he stood after swaying to a firm stance after jogging much too hurriedly down the stairs, his eyes couldn't unlock from the staring contest they were having.

"I'll...leave you two alone." Their mother stated quietly before making her way out the kitchen; not having been acknowledge one bit by Rodrick since he stepped foot in the room.
Greg, being the only one to look at his mother - as in for help - just cleared his throat and bowed his head, as if afraid to meet his brothers eyes once more.
His lips parted and newly-bloomed Adams apple bobbed, but no words came out.
Rodrick couldn't blame him, it was a pretty radical situation - not to mention, the atmosphere seemed to suck any posibility for comment right out of you.
"You're-"
"I'm visiting the park tonight, so if you wanna..." Stepping forward, Rodrick interrupted and cut off a very awkward start of conversation that Greg would have established - posessing the apple from his hand and taking it into his own, he finished the bite his little brother had never finished and chewed like a savage.
Just like old times.
"so, if you wanna come, be my guest." He said with his blatant voice and careless attitude he had two years ago. With a slight gesture of his hand and relaxing the look on his face, he realized just how hungry he was once his throat swallowed the juicy mold of salavated apple.

Greg seemed to be taken-aback, searching his brothers body language for any joke, though finding none, he shut his mouth and processed for a moment. "You mean the park around the corner...? We haven't gone there since before Manny was born..."
"I know. I wanna go now. Y'know, present time?" Cynical tone and a slight lean of his torso, their eyes locked and then, he knew that Greg still didn't get it - he was trying. So with a wink and a curl of his lips, then was when a grin spread onto his little brothers face as he nodded anthusiastically. "Yeah, let's go."

It could've been percieved as a miracle that their mother let Rodrick take Greg out, especially after everything that happened, but what with the lack of communication between the two - well, we all know how important that was to the woman.
So as they turned the corner and arrived at the small park, the first thing they approached was of course, the swing set. Smiles shot at eachother and chuckles heard, it felt like they were 5 and 8 again.

"So, little dude, what's gone on?" Rodrick said with a tad bit of a view at his brother; the lights being poorly taken care of at the park. Tall and dim, it was as if the moon shined brighter on his little brothers pale skin better than whatever lighting methods the landlords were using.
And the little time he had before Greg began to respond, the glow at the ends of his face and edges of his cheeks was easier to spot than the headlights of cars that passed by. His eyes looked bigger now; as if they had opened up. The knowledge he had gained over two years, without a big brother and an extra room in the house, it's as if there was more than just disappointment in the past. The misery leading behind the kid was clear, and Rodrick knowingly saw the fact that Greg hadn't just missed him, he needed him.
And maybe he had been ignoring how much he needed his little brother, too.
But with the developing thickness of his lips, sharp jaw-line in the making and fine neck, the boy was looking more and more like a guy by the second to Rodrick. His shoulders were broader, his pecs were noticable - he definitely got their dads body.
But what alarmed him the most was the fact that he couldn't tear his eyes off his lips; not as he stayed quiet, not as he spoke.

"Not much - at all, really." Greg said, form of speaking little to totally different. "So many changes, but of everything else. Like, high school is such a drag, my friends are just...weirder - or better! Rowley got taller - real taller and thinner, even Holly just - wow, I don't know where to start."

Arching an eyebrow and eyeing curiously, the older couldn't decide on which statement to reply to first - though, what about Holly? Did Greg find her hotter, or did he even get with her already?
"Well, from the sound of it, looks like you've got yourself a girlfriend, am I right?"
Facial expression changing drastically, Greg scrunched up his nose and lips as he shook his head repeatedly. "Nah, she got a boyfriend."
Why Rodrick felt relieved, he wasn't exactly sure, but blamed it on brotherly protection.
"Oh yeah?"
Nodding, Greg looked down at his feet and began swinging. "Yeah, Bryce."

A smirk forming on his lips, Rodrick looked up and off into the black distance; remembering much of what Gregary said around the house about that kid. Seemed like envy to him, but who was he to judge?
"Well, that's what happens in high school, bro."
"But..." Taking a pause, Greg had turned his head to face the other, but slowly turned it back in a double-take of consideration. "I just expected so much more...I don't know, fun?"
Clicking his tongue and tilting his head back, Rodrick swung backwards before pushing his brothers head to the side. "Dude, it is! You just gotta make it fun. Here," He enthused with a smack to his brothers shoulder now as Gregary rubbed his head and chuckled sheepishly "we'll crash some high school party this Friday, get you some new friends, yeah?"
Hesitation was evident on Gregs face; a hint of sudden deja vu overtaking Rodricks mind as he stared down at the others wide-eyed expression of causion. He hadn't changed all that much at all, but nobody really does - Not until one point.
It took a long moment and another smack from Rodrick alongside a quick "C'mon,", but eventually, Gregs grin returned and he nodded his head. "Let's do it."

It was a difficult week, what with the whole issue about school education and how he flunked the 11th grade since having left and never attended 12th, but finding a solution through internet courses that eventually make up for a high-school diploma, well his parents were especially relieved. Though, the serious talk over Saturdays event was one to kill him internally for a good year or so; keeping the eternal emotional scar that it left unsaid.
It was eating him out from the inside, but the 18 years of living as the unmovable building with indestructable walls was useful in hiding the actual disgust and sickness he felt at both himself and life in general.
Vomitting every night for the past week wasn't the most pleasant experience, but he couldn't say he never vomitted through the two years he spent drinking his youth away and sniffing coke with a bunch of fellow douche-bags (A.K.A Loded Diper and 'groupies'). Though, one thing he was much too ashamed to admit was definitely that he never got laid. Not once.
It was a funny story, because he could have, but when it came right down to it, the three times he made it to a bed with a girl...well, he either passed out while she was lubricating his dick with her mouth or had to scurry; as the toilet was awaiting his precious liquid vomit of one-too-many beers.

His father dearly wanted to take it to the law so the 23 year old alleged rapist could pay the price of justice and all that bullshit, but when it came to the conclusion, it'd mean sacrificing his mothers 5 years of hiding the truth about his sons; what with their holsum life and how much of a disciplinary mother she was.
It'd mean losing her reputation all-together.
It'd mean him losing his public pride.
It'd mean his brother finding out why Rodrick really came home.