Yelling.

That's what you heard when you were knocked to the ground. Harshly, might I add. I suppose thats what you get for just being yourself. Damn those Church kids.

Within moments, there was more yelling; which wasn't surprising in the least, but when you heard the sound of groans and grunts, and you sat up...well, Seeing your brother, Arthur, absolutely rocking this kid's shit, You had a stunned look on your bruised face.

Your view though, was obstructed by John, your other brother. "Hey, Kid. No worries, you'll be fine." He heaved you up by your arm to lean you against him. Being the older brother he was, wiped some blood dripping form your nose.

They always cared a little too much, didn't they?