North was sitting on Kota's couch during a mission review, his whole family there but oblivious to the suffering happening in North. Luke and him had been in a fight since that morning, nethier could remember who started said fight but neither was willing to apologise first. North had been quiet, more so than usual, and Luke was getting fed up. He knew his baby brother was sad, but he never got to know the full reason why. "Oh my fucking god, pull yourself out of your pity party! Say something! Don't just sit there, it's not all about you!". Everyone was shocked silent, Luke had never yelled at North. "Really? Now you won't talk to me. North, I wish you'd never fucking came with Silas, everyone would rather have Silas than you.". Sadness clouded Norths eyes, but what truly worried his brothers was the look that came after it, the look of conformation. Without a single word, North Taylor got up from the couch, left Kota's house, got into his Jeep, and drove out into the night, where no one could save him.
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The Real North Taylor
FanfictionHow North's childhood shaped him, and what others did to him and how he will try to overcome and heal. Characters with the exception of Norths mom credited to CL Stone, who's books inspired this fanfiction.
