Welcome to Hickstead, home to both Seven Oak Stables, and Blue Acre - two rival stables. Both offer opportunities for their clients to reach the highest level of excellence. Each stable differs from the other, so choose wisely and never forget, loyalty is everything... Meanwhile as the stables battle it out, there's trouble brewing at the university. Be careful, if you don't pick a side you may get caught in the cross-fire...
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You could be sure there was never a moment of privacy in a house with a bunch of brothers. The concept of really being alone was a tough one, the rare moments being times you needed to accept eagerly because you never knew when the opportunity would rise again. Some people thought being raised in a house full of males had to be ideal for a boy of Nash’ age but nothing could be further from the truth since tragedy had struck.
Not having Creven hog their shared bedroom for once was a relief because while Nash did his best to keep most of his time and activities outside of the house, away from all the tension, he still needed some time to recharge too as well as do the minimum required schoolwork to keep flying below that radar. It was easy to lose yourself in it all when all you did was try to find those high moments away from dealing with your emotions instead of actually sitting down and letting it all wash over you.
Something Jace wasn’t doing apparently. He was fighting tooth and nail to push the emotions out in a hostile way and it affected everyone in the Breckah household. At least he was giving his feelings free rein. Too much rein probably. Nash always tried to actively avoid the seventeen year old as much as he could and while he would never admit to having favourites when it came to any of his brothers, it sure as heck wasn’t Jace.
There was a loud bang on the roof, followed by others. Nash had heard Jace in the hallway earlier but was he actually on the roof again now? What was his brother doing this time anyways? Why couldn't he just stay inside the house or leave all together? This kind of rubbish was annoying as fuck.
Nash slid open part of the bedroom window, the obvious smell of cigarette smoke hitting him immediately. ”What the hell are you doing out here?”Kill yourself? I’ve got better ways if you are looking for actual options. He really needed to keep his mouth shut, he had probably said too much already. ”Can you keep it down? Some people are trying to focus and have an actual life”
The world didn't feel right, like there was a larger than normal piece missing and the voices in his ears were more alive. Hearing those individual voices telling him all sorts of violent and awful things, painting images behind his eyelids in a waking nightmare that never seemed to end. No one listened. No one cared. Grunting, he picked himself up off the floor of his bedroom and slid open his window, using his upper body strength to cling to guttering and metal sheeting of the roof to pull himself out into the fresh air.
He didn't even care about the fact that he wasn't being quiet - everyone else had learnt to deal with his fascination with the roof and sitting perched there for hours at a time. Nor did he care about the fact that he was only in jeans and his hair was a mess as he lit another cigarette from a pack of Marlboro's he'd stolen off his father. Slowly, he laid back on the metal porch roof and shut his eyes.
”What the hell are you doing out here?”
Some part of Jace ran cold at the voice, but it was drowned out by the irritation that was surfacing.
”Can you keep it down? Some people are trying to focus and have an actual life.”
Jace let his head turn towards the speaker, scowling with the smoke between his lips.
"The only one making noise is you, fucking idiot," he barked back, "How about I shut your yappy trap for you huh?"
You couldn’t choose your own family, and in a way it was a good thing because some people would end up with no family at all. Like, who would want to have Jace Christian Breckah by choice anyways? Mum probably though. Shit. Nash silently apologized to her in his head but being kind to the brother who was being nothing but a hostile jerk was not on his mind at the moment.
”Who are you calling an idiot?” he spat back and rolled his eyes at the cigarette in his brother’s mouth. ”Why don’t you take another drag of that cancer stick, loser, we’d love to lose another family member" his contemptuous undertone was clearly taking over now.
The seventeen year old was not happy based on the scowl he received, ”Oh, you wanna put your money where your mouth is, tough guy? Or are you going to beat me up like you did dad?” he challenged only to close the window shut again, leaving some glass protection in between himself and the boy who couldn’t account for himself anymore. Maybe he was being a coward but there was no way he was any competition for Jace and he really didn’t need a shiner or bruised face to show up to the school play auditions with.
”Who are you calling an idiot?” he spat back, ”Why don’t you take another drag of that cancer stick, loser, we’d love to lose another family member."
We can help...
Make him pay...
Some foreign panic filled his ears, hearing those words - we'd love to lose another family member. Mum was gone. Oh god she was gone... And they wanted him gone too. Rolling over, he picked himself up of the ground despite how heavy he felt, drawing deep and heavy on the cigarette before stubbing it out on his knuckle. Now that he was more upright, it was more clear how much Jace was destroying himself - hundreds of red raw claw marks, speckles of newly formed and old fading bruises, the assortment of burn marks on his arms. He was so tired...
”Oh, you wanna put your money where your mouth is, tough guy? Or are you going to beat me up like you did dad?”
There was a challenge and that window being pulled closed spurred him to see red. It was a blinding red. There was no logic, no real rational thought process as he moved over to the window, every muscle in his body coiled and tense like he was expecting something in return. He slammed his palm against the window with a growl.
"Open the fucking window you gutless pig," he roared, face twisted into an ugly, unrecognizable snarl, "At least I can fucking fight unlike you! Stop stealing them from me!"
He hit the window again, a slight cracking noise going with it.
Did his brother really just put the cigarette out on his hand? ”What the….” that boy was literally insane. Fuck. Jace seriously needed help, okay maybe all of them needed some sort of help but Jace needed either a doctor, a therapist or just a freakin’ straight jacket to keep him from hurting himself or anyone else. Nash knew that dad was trying to get him to go see someone but the head of their household wasn’t really in the best position to get things done right now.
Before he knew it Jace had moved himself over to the window, the situation almost unfolding itself like a scene from some horror movie as the hand banged upon the window. The growl was loud as were the words that accompanied them and Nash flinched even with the glass in between them.
"Open the fucking window you gutless pig. At least I can fucking fight unlike you! Stop stealing them from me!"
The statement didn’t hurt him, fighting anyone was never a priority for the fifteen year old but apparently his older brother had a different opinion on that. ”For fuck’s sake, calm down will ya!” Nash raised his voice as he stepped back from the window, he wasn’t scared of his brother, never, but this wasn’t Jace anymore, this was pure rage.
The crack came out of nowhere and Nash felt his eyes widen, ”Are you seriously out of your mind?!”
Something in Nash's tone only served to feed the twisted part of Jace that was enjoying the fear.. was it really fear? Whatever it was, it was driving him.
"You wanted this!" Jace roared, slapping the glass again, earning another protesting crackling noise. "I'm going to shut your yappy mouth for you!"
”Are you seriously out of your mind?!”
Jace seemed to pause for a moment, the briefest moment of pain crossing his features, everything about him softening out in that instant before it hardened over again. Vanished. Then he hit the window again - fist closed. He wanted to hurt him, he did - to hurt as much as he hurt, to feel what he felt on a regular basis. His fist shattered the glass with a bang, shards flying - oblivious to the razor edges tearing his hand and forearm apart as he reached for the window latch.
"Get back here!"
Jace didn't even care to think as he heard his father shout from downstairs, the sound of the old man quickly moving through the house.
Whatever his brother was going through was larger than anything Nash had ever seen before.Granted, the emotions and feeling of grief they had all dealt with over the past few months had been bigger than anything in any of their lives but Jace…Jace seemed to have gone over some edge that he wasn’t able to return from anymore.
It looked like the seventeen year old’s eyes were almost sparkling, enjoying all this even? Shit, this really went over his head and maybe he had just made the most fatal mistake by opening that window and spewing his sarcastic frustrations out at his brother.
"You wanted this!" his brother screamed again as he hit the window once again, almost like some wild animal at the zoo who was done being locked up. Nash swallowed down the fear that was building up inside his chest, he had too much pride to just run off but the alarm bells were definitely blasting. ”No, I didn’t want this, Jace, this is all on you!” he yelled out as the glass kept cracking, ”STOP IT!”
And there it was, a moment of silence, the eye of the storm and Nash saw something flash in Jace’s eyes as he locked his own green ones on the older boy’s. Crash! he jumped back at the noise as the glass shattered and looked up to see Jace making his way into the house, blood covering his hand and arm,
”Shit” he mumbled before panic mode struck and he moved back towards the door as fast as he could, ”Dad!! He’s losing his fucking mind!”
”No, I didn’t want this, Jace, this is all on you!” he yelled out as the glass kept cracking, ”STOP IT!”
Jace reached through the broken pieces of glass and fumbled for the latch, unable to get a solid grip from all the crimson on his hand.
”Shit... Dad!! He’s losing his fucking mind!”
Shaun rushed the stairs and burst into the room, immediately pulling Nash behind himself as he glared at Jace, his face full of a dark fury that he'd never really shown his children. He locked onto Jace once he'd checked over Nash at a glance making sure that sure he wasn't hurt.
"JACE CHRISTIAN BRECKAH YOU FUCKING FILTHY ROTTEN MONGREL!"
Shaun stormed over, and for a moment there was a register of fear in Jace's eyes. Jace went to retract but Shaun was across the room and had a hold of his wrist tightly. Jace yelped, a noise both startled and full of the sudden pain of the hold. He leaned back as Shaun tried to stop him, hissing and screeching like a cornered cat.
"HOW FUCKING DARE YOU START MORE OF YOUR GODDAMNED BULLSHIT! IF I'D KNOWN NOW HOW MUCH OF A PAIN IN MY ASS YOU'D BE I WOULD'VE FOUND A WAY OF PUTTING YOU ON A DOORSTEP AND LEAVING YOU THERE. YOU WERE A GODDAMN ACCIDENT JACE AND I WILL BE FUCKING DAMNED IF YOU CONTINUE TO WANDER ABOUT BEING THIS GREAT BIG STAIN ON THIS FAMILY SO HELP ME!"
The blood seemed to evacuate Jace's face rapidly as his father threw heated words back at him, barely registering the tears running down his face. His heart was racing, his lungs burning and there was blinding white hot pain shooting up his arm. And just like that his face twisted, lashing out a kick at the window, shattering more glass inwards to wards his father and brother. It was then a chain reaction, an unthinking one. Shaun let go and Jace back pedaled, stepping back two, three steps - then air. Nothing. Falling... He hit the ground hard, something cracking audibly as the air was forced out of his lungs. They hated him...
Unreal. That was the first word that would’ve been coming to mind IF Nash could think clearly but the scene unfolding in front of him down right scared him. What was happening? This wasn’t something that happened in their family. Then again, so much had changed lately, maybe things like this were bound to happen eventually.
Before Nash knew it he was practically pushed back out of harm's way by his father’s strong arms. The endangerment ironically enough came from his own brother. It was weird, why did Jace have all these issues when (most) of the other Breckah sons didn’t? Was it genetics? Was it nurture? Was it just bad luck?
"JACE CHRISTIAN BRECKAH YOU FUCKING FILTHY ROTTEN MONGREL!"
He stared up at his father, shocked with his eyes wide, as the man bellowed through the room. He hadn’t seen Shaun like this ever before, was this part of his personality too? The boxer they all only knew outside of the ring or was this just grief that was coming out? This had not been the plan, things were getting way out of hand.
”Dad… " he tried as his own eyes watered up out of emotion and fear. Nash turned his attention to Jace now, his brother’s eyes seemed to have some fear in them for a moment but it flashed over before the screaming and yelling from both of them continued. The words were too loud for the younger teen to register but it seemed the older boy understood them quite well. Nash wanted to help, wanted to do something but there was too much going on; insults, blood, tears and more glass shattering. Before he even understood what it had exactly been that his dad was hurling at Jace a sudden turn of events swept in as if he was in the middle of a play and his older brother disappeared from the roof.
For a split moment there was quietness, nothing, until he found himself running towards the window, glass cracking under his shoes as tears streamed down his face. ”JACE!!!!!” he screamed out, trying to see where his brother was and contemplating climbing through the busted up window. Nash didn’t think, turned around and made his way downstairs and out of the house as quick as he could with two things on his mind. One: hoping his brother was alive and two: had Jace really been an accident? What the fuck was that about?
The words meant little to a body struggling to get over the hard reset the ground had done. Little for the sharp fire in back, the pain in his arm. He wasn't sure how to get his lungs to respond, to function as the world swam uncomfortably.
Then there was a dark face looming over him, a face he couldn't discern but the voice was unmistakeable. The usually rough and angry tone that was his father was talking, something that didn't quite make sense, but it was an off tone. More concerned? He wasn't sure what it was. And just like that, he was breathing - it hurt so much - but he was breathing huge lungfuls of air, rapidly trying to recover and get oxygen back.
Shaun shook his head and held a hand on Jace's chest, keeping him against the ground - "You stay put you stupid boy. My stupid boy. Doing something so dangerous..."
Shaun hung his head, shaking it slowly, but whatever rage he'd been in moments before was now dead in the water, his tone a lot softer.
"Nash, can you grab my phone off the kitchen counter for me please? I need to call an ambulance."
He wasn’t sure how but dad had managed to get to Jace before Nash did while the fifteen year old was sure he was the one coming down the stairs first. It was all a blur though because this, this couldn’t be happening. Not after everything they had gone through with mum. It was like bad luck was following the family suddenly.
Dad held on to his older brother, another glimpse of the father he had seen during the days when they had said goodbye to mum. A softer spoken man, one in pain, in grief. Broken. Jace seemed to be gasping for air and Nash looked up at the roof and broken window, it was probably a good thing the boy was still able to breathe but it was freaking him the hell out.
The teen just stood there, motionless as his breathing started to get heavier. He didn’t want to come too close as he knew his dad didn’t need him to interfere right now ’You stay put you stupid boy. My stupid boy. Doing something so dangerous…’ This was definitely more between dad and Jace than the original argument that had sparked all this. Shit. He should’ve just kept his smart mouth shut.
’Nash, can you grab my phone off the kitchen counter for me please? I need to call an ambulance’. Of course. Fuck. Jesus, Breckah! You could’ve thought about that one yourself instead of standing about like a complete idiot. Nash ran back in, grabbed the phone and dialed 999 as he sprinted back outside and handed it to his father, ”It's dialing, do I need to get anything for Jace?” The quick cast towards his older brother was one of guilt and regret.
