"Get off the sofa you filthy little shits!" Nick cried, grabbing Gerards collar and throwing him to the floor. He landed with a thump on the floor and soon enough Mikey lay messily on the floor next to him.
"But you said we could sit on the sofa uncle Nick." Gerard whimpered peering up at his menacing uncle who looked down on him with no sympathy showing through his grey eyes.
"That was when they were here though..." He sneered cracking his knuckles, "and don't call me uncle. How disrespectful! This is MY home and you have the audacity to speak to me like that and talk back to me!"
"Sorry uncle." Whispered Mikey glumly, getting to his feet but still keeping his eyes staring at the floor.
"I said!" Yelled Nick, "don't call me uncle!" He threw his body weight towards Mikey and pinned him up against the wall. "You call me SIR!" He screamed, spit flicking into Mikey's face.
His lips began trembling as his uncles forehead pressed against his own and winced as the grip around his wrists tightened. Even tighter.

"Hey!" Began Gerard trying to protect his younger brother, "Get off of him!" Gerard tried his best to get between the two but received an angry punch to the head as Nicks fist flew in his direction. Gerard stumbled backwards holding his forehead.
"Don't try and protect your pathetic little brother again!" He spoke letting go of Mikey and ignoring him as he slid to the floor, tears leaving tracks down his pale face.
"Okay, sir." Gerard replied submissively as he made his way over to Mikey, hugging him and comforting him by moving his hair from his sad eyes.
"It's okay mikes..." He whispered tentatively in his brothers ear while trying to mask the fear that infected his own quivering voice.
"I'm scared Gee." Replied Mikey, his words shaking as much as he did.
"It'll be okay. I promise."
"You've got a really nasty bruise on your forehead, gee."
"And if you two don't stop being so caring and brotherly, he'll have a very large collection of bruises for everyone to point and laugh at!" Shouted Nick, his yellow teeth and grey hair standing out from his old grey skin.

"I'm calling Finley!" Cried Gerard, placing his hand in his pocket and pulling out his phone along with the scrap of paper with the phone numbers on. He had barely unlocked his phone when Nick threw him to the floor and brought his foot down on Gerards arm. He screamed in pain as the weight of the foot and the boot travelled up his arm. Nick wretched the phone from his hand and ripped the piece of paper from a withering young Gerard; tearing it up and placing it in the bin.
"I don't think so..." He sneered.
"G-g-get off me!" Pleaded Gerard, "please."
"Fine then! Do as you wish! I'm going to stay here and watch tv and you will stay within my range of sight. Understand? You two may do so as long as you do not speak, do not fidget and don't even think about sitting on anything but the floor. I don't want you filthy teenagers infecting anything. Hear me?"
The boys nodded.

Notes

Hey. Hope this was okay. Thank you for reading. :) x
-Lou