Beckett P.O.V

The wind whistled past my ears, my hands safely tucked into the pockets of my coats. Sooner or later, my "best friend" would jog from his little house to meet me. He had a peculiar infatuation with me, he only ever did things if I did them. He only ever wore anything if I wore it. Well - the clothing thing was subjective. His short, chubby stature made it difficult for him to truly re-create my outfits. That, and his mother despised me. She said that she could sense the evil that was in my heart- I had no idea what she was talking about.
I stopped walking to humour him, as he jogged to the end of his garden path, ignoring the orders that his pious, Christian mother was barking at him. I waved at her, watching her cringe, before backing away into her home.

"Dude, what is it with my mom? I Wonder why she hates you so much." He giggled, walking a little too close to me.
The main reason in my mind for being friends with Eric was because he would do anything for me. He was so devoted to our friendship, that I could ask him to remove and arm and he'd be more than happy to do so. In all honesty, he wasn't really on my intellectual level, and he still slept in a race-car bed. Bless his little heart. I blamed his mother for his mental development- she babied him until puberty, and even then she'd refuse to give the boy a chance at living in the real world.

"I've no idea, Eric. I've no idea." I said, pretending that I had no idea. She didn't want her precious little Eric hanging around with a boy with megalomaniac tendencies. I rarely showed them.

"I mean, it might be because she's a Christian- you know how they get. They don't trust anymore without a crucifix, do you know what I mean?" He laughed, I smiled along with him.
"Anyway, are we having a meeting today?" He asked eagerly, I nodded my head, messing with the pin on my collar again. It was the group's symbol- the group still remained nameless.

Our group was full to the brim with misfits, and you'd think that they'd all be the creepy kind. It's wrong of you to think so, as many people from all backgrounds flocked to my side, begging for some sort of retribution for their bullies or their rivals. I could offer all of that, in return for one simple thing. Loyalty. That was all that I asked for in return for their protection- all of them were willing.
"It's nearly time Eric, it's going to happen." I said under my breath, as we reached the school gates, Ronald's car parked erratically in his reserved parking space. I rolled my eyes, letting out a breath that looked like smoke from a cheap cigarette.

"You mean the r-"

"Yes, Eric. Don't go shouting it out. I don't want to be bombarded with questions. I'll let people know when I'm one-hundred percent certain." I said with an exasperated sigh, his stumpy legs struggling to keep up with my long strides.

Pushing the glass door open, my mind was instantly filled with the voices of others. I bit the insides of my mouth, walking carefully towards my first class of the day. Surprisingly, Eric was in my class- he made sure of that. He transferred to each and every one of them, even if he had no interest in the subject.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a girl, three boys standing around her. She looked scared, she had something in her hands. She looked reluctant to give them whatever it was that they wanted. One of them was getting awfully close to her. I'd say that I felt bad, but honestly, I felt nothing- I've never felt a thing other than rage. I stopped, backtracking, making my way over to them.

I pushed into the little group, standing in front of the girl, staring at the boy in front of me. I knew exactly who he was, and boy did he looked familiar. His name was James Walden, his twin brother Robert Walden was one of my friends. James didn't know this, but Robert had always hated him, and had come to me for help. Of course I helped him- I would do anything to watch the hierarchy of the public school system crash and burn. "Don't you have other hobbies to partake in, other than terrorising women?" I asked, keeping a straight face, leaning on the locker in front of him. He laughed, but I saw the nervousness loitering in his dull brown eyes.

"Why is it, that you pop up everywhere around here, Beckett? Nobody cares about you and your fucking group, okay." He laughed, I pretended to look hurt. I shook my head, looking down at the ground.

"Ah, if only you knew what I knew James. You're really fucking stupid, aren't you? I suppose that it's not your fault." I shrugged my shoulders, pulled a face, turning around to guide the poor girl away from the situation.

I could hear him laughing after mumbling something to his cronies. I knew that he wouldn't be laughing for very long. In fact, it would be better for his brother if he didn't make any noise at all, as that would make the rest of his life a lot more difficult. I took the girl to one side, leaning against the wall. "What's your name?" I asked softly, making sure that I sounded remotely sympathetic.

"Annaliese Meyer." She said quietly, sniffling, wiping her eyes.

I lifted her chin up, making sure that she was looking me in the eyes, "Come to the canteen at lunch, we'll be in the back corner, we're not hard to miss. There's a bunch of people that'll help you stand up to the prick." I said, fastening a 'B' badge to the front of her pink sweater. She nodded quickly, taking a deep breath.

"Thank you." She said, scuttling off as the bell sounded.

And that, ladies and gentleman, is how you appeal to the lesser crowd. The people that are ridiculed on a daily basis, the ones that sink into the cracks of society and let the cunts walk all over them. "I always forget how easily you can charm people." Eric said, a wide smile spread across his face. I hated it when he did that smile, because I knew that the boy was imagining things- I hated it when he used his brain.

"People just need a good shove in the right direction Eric, and that's my job. To push them over to my side of thinking." I said, tucking my hands back into my pockets, walking with my head down.
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I sat at the head of the dull, plastic table, everybody around me deep in conversation. My head was killing me- I had forgotten to take anything before I left the house. I sighed, looking down at the table, noticing the scratch marks that I had made with my rings. I coughed, which earned the silence of everybody around me. Annaliese Meyer was standing by my side, looking incredibly nervous, as everybody's eyes were flicking from her to to me. "This is Annaliese Meyer, as of today she's a new member. Robert, your dickhead of a brother was attempting to blackmail her into doing his homework- as petty as that sounds," I said with a sigh, "You can sit with Robert." I added, gesturing to the boy near the other end of the table. He smiled, moving up for her. She held her head down as she shuffled over to him. She has a crush on him, how adorable. I didn't think that I had the capacity for love, I could barely share my emotions with my own mother, let alone share them with a girl.

"Beckett?" A pizza-faced boy, Neil, asked. I lifted my head, looking in his direction.
"When will it come?" He asked, excitement in his eyes. I covered my face with my hands, giving Eric the side eye. I wanted to strangle that chubby mess of a boy. He could never keep that blabbering mouth of his shut- maybe you should shut it yourself. I shook my head subtly, looking in Neil's direction.

"Soon, Neil. Soon." I said in an exasperated tone, he nodded, shovelling whatever food he had in front of him into his mouth. Eric let out a panicked giggle, as I waved my hand, they began to talk again.
"Eric, I swear to God, I'll strangle you if you don't listen to me in the future." I hissed through my teeth, watching him writhe in his seat. I picked up my fork, looking down at the sludge on my plate.

"I'm sorry Beckett." He hesitated. I snapped the fork in my hand, standing up, leaving the plate there for him to deal with. He deserved it, having pissed me off so much.

I didn't know when it was going to come- I just knew that it was soon. There was only so much more shit that I could take, before I took a baseball bat to Ronald's watermelon head. Thinking about him made my hands ball into fists by my side, I pushed my chair in, walking off. I only had one class left, and it was one that I never usually participated in anyway. So, with that, I wandered off into the hallway. I was planning on going home, as my presence here wasn't needed any longer. Tucking my hands into my pockets, I headed towards the front doors, breathing in the crisp October air as I stepped outside.
                                      ~>•<~

As odd as it sounded, I liked to sit in silence in my room. I would sit in front of a wall, rocking on the chair that was usually tucked neatly underneath my desk, hands tucked under my chin in a gun position. The metal creaked every now and again as I moved, deep in thought. Every single voice in my head was barking at each other, viciously cussing each other out. Instead of joining in, I listened to them, thinking about how to go about my overall plan. It was farfetched, I knew that, but with the rest of my comrades it would and could be achieved in an instant. I smiled, as my bedroom door creaked open. I stopped rocking, looking over in the direction of it. Bryan was standing in the doorway, wearing a battleship grey vest that was tucked into his hand-me-down pyjamas.

"B-Beckett?" He asked, sadness in his face. I gestured to him to come in, he closed the door behind himself. He was holding something in his hand, a book of some sort. He climbed up into my lap, letting out a sigh.

"What have you got on your face there?" I asked, pointing at a cut on his face. He frowned, looking down at the ground. "Did he hit you again?" I asked, trying not to raise my voice. He had enough trouble with his stupid father, I felt like I was the only one that protected him in this house. He nodded, sniffling. I sighed, holding him against him, rocking him a little. The poor boy just needed love, and I was probably not the ideal candidate for that. However, he was my favourite sibling, and everybody else treated him like shit.

"W-will you r-read t-this to m-me?" He whimpered, looking up at me with his pale blue eyes. I nodded, picking him up, carrying him over to the door. He rested his head on my shoulder, as I carried him to his bedroom- he shared it with one of his brother's. That brother was Ronald's apparent favourite, as he was the typical rough-and-tumble kid that liked to bully the others in his class.
I set Bryan down on his bed, tucking him in, handing him the little yellow duck he had had since he was incredibly tiny. He looked up at me lovingly, as I read from his favourite book. It had been mine when I was little- my mother had pretty much kept everything of mine, knowing that she wouldn't be able to afford much if she had any other children. After reading Bryan to sleep, planting a kiss on his cheek, I heard the front door open.

Momma was home.
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Song Of The Chapter- Just Like Honey by The Jesus and Mary Chain

A.N
Gotta love Beckett loving his little Bryan don't you?? What do we think so far?? It's completely different to what I usually think, and as sad as it is, Beckett won't be having an love interests in this story. Sure, people are in love with him, but he can't love somebody like that.

Anywho, don't forget to comment and vote because it really helps me out <3