A/N: I wanted to do a second chapter talking about the aftermath of the video for the disgraced Fairburn family.


The first thing on Felix's mind the next day was finding a place to hide out until the video dropped off the face of the internet. Now the video had come out, the world and their mother hated the Fairburn family (with the exception of Ophelia, of course). He had woken up three times in the middle of the night to snot-nosed, spotty, scrawny teenagers vandalising the house with rocks and paint, and as the man of the house (that job had fallen to him now his father had left home and never come back), it was his responsibility to get rid of them for the sake of his mother. But whenever he came out to yell at them, they yelled at him to make another video so his sister paid for the damages, and ran off, laughing like hyenas. He and his mother had to go into hiding immediately, preferably somewhere out in the country where the neighbours were sparse and didn't know them. But when he pitched the idea to his mother, she refused. Felix thought that maybe it was like the time when Ophelia got a full-ride scholarship and his mother later snapped at him instead of her. She later said that it was because she was frustrated that her dear son didn't get the best options for schools, but Felix was wondering lately if she was more frustrated at him than his sister, or even herself. Maybe she was mad at herself for raising a kid who didn't do well academically.

"Sweetie, it's a great idea, but we can't," Rosa sighed. "We barely have the money to pay for the rent and all the repairs to the house. Buying a new house would cost us far too much. What job could either of us get that will get us the money to pay for a new house? I suppose we could sell a few things, but nobody would buy it just because it's us. And we don't have anything of value to sell because the TV and the car and the good clothes were sold already to pay for the bills. Oh, honey, I wish your father was here. He'd know what to sell."

"I can think of something to sell," Felix muttered, as he rushed to get changed into his cleanest clothes. He grabbed a baggy grey hoodie and let the house, surprising his mother. Felix rarely left the house these days because of the hostile people in their town. The two had been subjected to rude chants, been spat on, had eggs thrown at them, been tripped over and even denied service in some local shops. Some just pretended they didn't exist. Felix and Rosa didn't know what was worse at this point: outright hostility or the cold shoulder.

"Felix, honey, where are you going?" Rosa asked. Felix froze. What did he say to his mother?

"Uhh . . . I'm going to get some things from the store," Felix lied.

"Oh. Well, while you're there, get some milk and some bread; we're running out," Rosa advised. Felix smiled at her before leaving, and his mother smiled back at him. She wouldn't have smiled if she knew what her darling son had planned to do.


Felix went to the grocery store, looking for things to get for his mother. So nobody cursed at him or threw things his way, he stuck to the alleyways and backstreets, where nobody who was anyone would go. Contrary to what he'd told his mother, Felix had no money to pay for the groceries. But he knew a trick or two about how to get them for free. He'd used this trick before, and it had worked like a charm.

He picked out stuff he needed to bring back, like milk and eggs, acting like a normal shopper. He also went to get some very expensive phone chargers and headphones. Then, he ducked out of sight of the cameras to stuff the electronic goods under his hoodie. Then he went to pay for the milk and bread, believing that he had gotten away with the perfect crime as he left the shop.

Unfortunately, he had been seen by the security guard and sharp-eyed store detective, who tried to stop Felix from leaving the store. "Excuse me, sir, but can you stop and answer a few questions?" the store detective asked, and Felix decided that this was a good time to get out of the store. He ran, but years of skipping P.E classes and eating his sister's share of fattening foods had left him unfit. He was easily tackled to the floor by the security guard, who then searched him for stolen goods. The chargers and headphones fell out of his jacket, and it was all they needed to alert the manager and the police while Felix was dragged into a backroom so he couldn't escape in the meantime.

Felix was arrested for shoplifting and taken to the local police station. As he waited, he called his mother. "Mum? I need your help."

"Yes, sweetie, what do you need?" Rosa asked.

"Can you pick me up?"

"From where?"

"From the police station. I just got arrested."

"What?!" Rosa was freaking out. Her perfect boy, getting arrested? How was he going to get a job now? Nobody would hire a guy with a criminal record. She got on a bus and rode that to the police station, not caring that people glared at her and refused to let her sit down throughout the journey. She needed to see her son.

"Felix! Where's my Felix?" Rosa asked, bursting through the door. Spotting her son, she rushed over to hug him. "Oh, thank goodness you're OK! The policemen didn't hurt you, did they? Are you facing any charges? I could sue the department for police brutality if they laid a finger on you."

"No, it's my first time and they didn't touch me," Felix answered. "I think you can sign the release papers at the front desk, Mum." Rosa nodded, signed the necessary forms and got out of the police station quickly, staring at the ground as she dragged her son home. As she walked, she thought about how she didn't think that it would be Felix in prison. She thought it would be Ophelia, the bad one. She always thought that people with disabilities were more likely to commit crimes than normal people.

"What were you thinking?" Rosa scolded. "Stealing from the store? Getting arrested? I thought you would be getting milk and bread!" Felix hung his head in shame. A scolding like this was what Felix should have had while misbehaving at a much younger age, during his formative years. But it was a case of too little, too late with Felix Fairburn.


Four months later, Felix and Rosa were being escorted out of their house by bailiffs. Both were sobbing as their stuff was put into moving vans. "Please don't evict us!" Felix sobbed. "We didn't do anything wrong!"

"You didn't pay your rent for three months straight," a bailiff grunted. "That is grounds for eviction, as per the terms of your lease."

"But it's so hard to pay rent for me these days!" Rosa wailed. "My income can only pay for gas and water and food! There's no money left for rent and nobody's going to lend us any!"

"I wonder why," another bailiff muttered. "Look, if you have no family or friends to turn to, there's a homeless shelter you can go to on the south side of town. They'll take you in and give you a bed and three meals a day, no questions asked."

"But the south side of town is where all the crime is," Felix complained. "It's creepy." Although Felix wasn't exactly against a bit of petty theft and low-level crime, the hardened criminals truly scared him. What they could do to him, what they were capable of getting away with if they wanted to. It sent a chill down his spine.

"Beggars can't be choosers, kid," a third bailiff muttered, as he hauled boxes into a white van. "Take it or freeze on the streets every night. You decide."

"Where is it?" Felix asked. "The homeless shelter's address and stuff." The bailiff rummaged around in his pocket and pulled out a crumpled scrap of paper. Felix read it and sighed.

"Mum, come with me," Felix muttered, taking his frail mother by the hand and leading her to the homeless shelter.


Felix and Rosa never got out of the homeless shelter. They never had the thing they wanted and needed all the time: money. They needed it to pay for a flat, and in their wildest dreams, wanted Ophelia's money to pay for a luxurious mansion with servants and a multitude of rooms. They still dreamed of Ophelia coming around and paying for everything they wanted, everything they deserved. Rosa and Felix Fairburn both believed they deserved what they never worked for, right up to the end.

Gareth Fairburn, the father, slipped into the shadows of the underworld, drinking his days away and dreaming of the life he could have had if he'd shown his daughter as much affection as his son. Eventually, his lifestyle caught up to him, he died and was buried in an unmarked grave with no headstone. His estranged wife and son never knew what happened to him.

Ophelia lived longer than all of them, and screwed them over from beyond the grave by leaving a total of £3 to them so they got one pound each. However, when she heard, on her death bed, that her parents and brother were dead, she left an instruction in her will before she died that her lawyer should convert this money into American dollars and give it to the next homeless person he saw going home, which he did.