What are you doing to me?

I finally got to the damned door, after whomever it was kept on hanging on it. It was early, Monday morning, Spring Break, and these assholse kept banging on my front door.
I heard voices on the other side of the door, but only faintly. There were two people on the other side, but I couldn't distinguish who they were. And then I heard it:
'Honestly, Donna. Why do we have to come and visit them? We left them for a reason remember?'
'Oh, hush, Donald. They're still your sons. We're just stopping to check up on them, that's all'
'No, they're your sons. Not mine. Yours. And what do we need to check on them for? They're still alive because the ugly skinny one sent us a letter a few years ago.'
Donna sighed and banged on the door again.
I held my breath and walked down to my room as quietly as I could.
'Frank, my parents are outside, what do I do? Frank? Frank!' I was heading into a panic attack, and I could feel it. Frank didn't reply, he just got to his feet, grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the front door. I noticed he changed into normal clothes and did his best to look tough, his face plastered into an unreadable mask as he opened the door.

'May I help you?' he opened the door partially.
'Frank!! Oh, it's so nice to see you! Where's my boys? And Don's mom?'
'One moment' Frank closed the door without waiting for a reply and turned to me. 'Do you want me to let them in? I can make something up and have them leave'
I shook my head, I had to confont them sooner or later. 'No, let them in, I'm going to wake Mikey and Ray' he turned back to the door and opened it, inviting them in.
I dashed down the hall to wake the two slumbering boys. But, they must've heard the door, as well, because they were both dressed in jeans and t- shirts. I looked at my little brother and saw nothing but sadness in his eyes. I stepped toward and hugged him.
'It'll be okay, bro' he held me tight as I attempted to reassure him.
After I hugged him for a few minutes, we heard voices calling our names. I drew in a shaky breath and tried to put the same unreadable mask Frank did only minutes before on. I walked down the hall to see two of the people I despised the most sitting on my couches.

'Boys! I've missed you. Gerard! Your hair- it's black! Black like... Like... A raven. And Mikey! You've grown so much, you're like, what, 13?' Donna completely ignored Ray.
Donald didn't bother saying anything, He just grunted here and there. The less he talked, the better, I didn't want him upsetting my brother.
'Where's your grandmother? Is she at work?' Donna asked after a thick moment of awkward silence.
My heart sank as I walked to take a seat next to Frank. I was followed by Mikes and Ray. I ignored her question and stared Donald down.
'Well? Are you boys going to answer your mother or not?'
White, hot anger seared through me.
'Mother? You're kidding me, right? She's not a mother. Mothers don't abandon her 11 and 13 year old sons. They don't ignore them for years and years, and then randomly show up when her kids have forgotten about her.'
She straightened 'Gerard, that is no way to speak to your mother. I will not tolerate it. Do not make me punish you. Now, answer my question. Where is your grandmother? I will not repeat it a third time'
'She died a year after you abandoned us' I saw Donald look like he was going to cry, right before he composed himself.
'And, what? You couldn't call us to let us know? I would've liked to know that my mother passed away, boy' I was getting angrier and angrier by the moment. Were they fucking kidding? This had to be a joke.
'My brother did let you know. And then he reminded you. Three times. Those letters he sent? They said everything in them. And, as far as calling goes, why would we even bother? If we did have a number to call you on, why would we? You'd just send us to voicemail. Or change your number.'
Donna grabbed Donald and they headed towards the door. 'I'm going to give you two a day to cool down. We'll be back tomorrow around 10 in the morning. Answer the door.' Donna said as they opened the door to walk out. 'Oh! And we'll be staying with you this whole week. Make up our bed room' she slammed the door on the way out.
Un- fucking- believable.

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