( My sleep schedule has died. It is completely my fault, because some stupid thing inside me makes me wake up and publish more chapters. So sorry for any spelling mistakes, as I started this chapter at 10:07 pm.)
Kid's POV
My fault, my fault, my fault....
His mind sang. He was falling apart. He'd gotten to your house, panting from the break necked pace he had maintained since escaping his home.
I'm and idiot. I should have carried Emma, and let (Y/N) lead the way....
Instead I left the two people I care the most about behind.
When he had burst in, (Y/N)'S mother had made him lemonade, and not questioned what had happened, or who he was running from. She'd just given him lemonade, and left him on the couch.
He berated himself for 25 minutes before (Y/N) and Emma opened the door. He threw himself at them, before stopping himself, and realizing something. Emma now had crutches, and a limousine was driving away outside.
"What the hell-?" He asked, but you just smiled.
Your POV (Flashback)
As you ran down the road, Paul not far behind, you hoped to see someone- anyone who could save you from the violent dismemberment you were about to experience.
Emma was crying silently on your shoulder, and you wished you could comfort her, but right now all your energy had to be focused on running, or else you would collapse.
"When I get my hands on you-!"
Paul shouted at you, right as he crossed an intersection. Emma passed out.
But you never got to hear what he was going to do, because just then, he was hit by a car.
A black car, to be specific.
A black limousine to be even more specific.
A black limousine in which you'd rode before.
Perfect timing, Huxley.
All you could see from the safe distance you'd placed yourself at from Paul, was him arguing with the man driving the limousine, and two boys getting out of said limousine.
"(Y/N)?"
The blue twin called. He seemed legitimately surprised.
Okay, so was he stalking me, or did he save me? Or was he stalking me at the right time?
"Are you okay?"
Ted asked.
Of course he'd be the one to ask that.
No, no. Personal feelings aside. Emma needs help.
"Mhm, yup. I'm fine. Was just chased around town by an old dude. Pretty routine. But Emma needs help, and I'm going to freaking drop her, so could I get some help?"
You rushed. Felix winced at the sarcasm in your voice, but he assisted you with Emma.
By which you mean he told Ted to help you.
Ted carried to Emma to the car, struggling slightly under her weight. You felt guilty about not helping him carry her, but you were extremely tired.
So tired in fact, that you let Felix lead you to the limousine, and rested your head on his shoulder. He stiffened, but didn't move.
Oh, this is so awkward. I don't even like this kid, he really hate him.
But.....
I can barely mooooooooooooooooove.
Ted lay Emma across one of the rows of seats further back, and sat down on your other side.
Paul eventually backed down, and flipped you off from outside the car, before stomping away grumpily. The chauffeur got back in the car, and gave you an appraising look.
"Do you know that man?"
He asked. His voice had an odd accent you couldn't place.
"Um, not really. He did that to my friend-"
You said, pointing at Emma.
"And was going to do a lot worse if he caught us."
You finished, a little theatrically, for effect.
"Convenient we were in the area then."
He said, shooting Felix a look that said 'we will be discussing why you forced me to drive out here to save an odd girl from a rotund man later. Likely involving your parents' participation'.
Ted sighed, but Felix ignored him. His eyes were fixed on you.
Your vision dimmed, and you fell asleep.
You woke up when Ted was shaking you lightly, and Felix was arguing with the chauffeur about whether or not they could take you back to Huxley Manor.
"(Y/N)... We're at your house."
Ted said softly.
"How d'you know where I live?"
You mumbled, still half asleep.
"Because I told them. You yelled to Kid before he left."
All sleep still in you drained away immediately.
"Emma!"
You cried.
"Yup!"
She said happily. She had been given crutches, and looked a lot healthier. You weren't sure what they'd done, but something about her radiated 'I am now a great deal healthier then I was when I passed out'.
"BUT WHY NOT?"
Felix shouted, before realizing you were awake.
He smoothed his collared shirt.
"(Y/N), please tell Charles that your mother would approve of you returning to Huxley Manor."
Noooooooooooooooooooo. I do not want to go back there.
But, he did save me and Emma.
In a creepy, stalker-ish way.
"I'm not sure. She hasn't seen me all day-"
You began hesitantly.
"Nonsense! You must have a concussion. Charles, she has a concussion, she must come back to Huxley Manor! HER LIFE MAY DEPEND ON IT."
Felix said theatrically.
Ted sighed, and walked you and Emma to the house.
"Your brother is kind of a jerk."
You pointed out observantly.
Ted smiled at you slightly.
"I suppose. But... He's my brother. And I love him."
Ted replied.
"Because you're a good person. You have a good heart. Just..... Don't do anything you feel uncomfortable with, okay? He isn't the boss."
Ted thought this over for a second. Emma looked very confused. You'd kinda forgotten she was there.
Ted mumbled something about his parents.
"Huh?"
Ted blushed.
"I shouldn't have said anything-"
He said embarrassedly.
"No, it's okay. You can tell me."
He looked at you.
"I guess.... My parents like Felix more.... He kind of is the boss... Of me, at least.... I don't think they like me very much.... But Felix d-does..... ᴵ ᵗʰᶦⁿᵏ...."
He said.
This poor kid.
Maybe once we save the school, we can save him from his family.
"But I'm fine!"
Ted said, in a high pitched voice.
"Have a nice day!"
And then he ran back to the limousine.
You sighed.
Emma gave you a weird look, as if you peeled away your face, to reveal a monkey beneath it.
"Wow! That was DRAMATIC. Is school like that for you?"
"Unfortunately, yes."
You grumbled.
Flashback Over
You explained what had happened to you and Emma to Kid, while skimming over the part about you falling asleep on Felix's shoulder, and what Ted had told you, because that seemed kinda private.
Kid listened to this story several times over, before declaring something you agreed with very much.
"SOMEONE WILL DIE FOR THIS."
Emma laughed.
"Dude, chill. I have a broken arm, and crutches, and I'm coping better then you."
Kid glared at her.
"Younger siblings. Am I right?"
He sighed to you.
"Never had one. Only had an older brother."
Your stomach twisted.
Don't ask, don't ask, don't ask-
"Where is he now?"
Emma asked innocently.
"Dead. Dead, a week or so ago."
You said, refusing to meet anyone's eyes.
Kid hugged you, and Emma gave you an awkward half hug, because of her arm and crutches.
"I'm sorry..."
She said softly.
"Not your fault. Not your fault. It's okay."
You mumbled, and for the first time, it kind of was.
"Hello, everyone!"
Your mother chirped from the doorway.
"Does anyone mind sleeping on an inflatable mattress?"
Everyone murmured 'no', and the sleepover preparation began.
(This was LONG. Also, next chapter is Jerome's debut.)