Romeo & Juliet

Capitolo Due

After that despicable disaster unworthy of the name of night, Romeo found himself pleading the forgiveness of his father and weeping mother.

"You spent our last bit of coins to a spurn ring for a woman whose heart belongs to no other than a materialistic thing?!" The head of the Montagues spat, leaving his only heir to woe about their lost fortune.

"Tragedy! Pure tragedy this is, our only son whose lost our fortune due the curse of a woman's kiss!" The mother cried out of pure agony, her hands tangled around her husband's arm.

"But, mother, what shall I say? That I have to bring back this ring of distress so we can afford our overpowered success?" The boy asked, bending his head down so he does not have to witness the sight of his beloved sobbing mother.

"Overpowered success? We might have run bankrupt but the Montagues shall never be overpowered, that is just abrupt!" His father's anger took over as a red mark in the shape of his palm was burned into Romeo's cheek.

"Husband!" The wife shouted, letting go of the man's strong arm and bending through her knees to shelter his precious face, just as the presence of two other individuals was acknowledged.

One slim boy showed his head with a messy bunch of hair on top, rubbing through it as he walked closer, his under lip slightly trembling at the sight of the defeated Romeo laying on the cold, wooden floor of the main hallway. "S-sir?" The boy also known as Benvolio stuttered.

"Ah, Benvolio, be an angel and take away this miscarriage before myself makes this situation fatal!" Those were the last words leaving the Montagues head's mouth as he gently pulled his wife away with him, further down into the castle.

Another male appeared from behind the red tainted curtain, his blue eyes staring right into Romeo's ones, shaking his head afterward in dismiss. "Romeo, you should be bashful considering your father went out on you like a crazed bull." Mercutio said, leaning against the pure white wall as Benvolio takes it upon him to help up his beloved cousin.

"Did I mishear or is that the retired musketeer?" Romeo jokingly conceded as he wipes some dust from his clothing whom still intact, his free hand rubbing the marked spot on his cheek.

"No musketeer I am, or shall ever be, but tell me, is it true that thou were turned down by Marie?" Mercutio curiously fished, mistaking Rosaline's name meanwhile.

"Rosaline." Benvolio pointed out.

Mercutio rose his right eyebrow, afterward the guy found himself thinking about the face of the fairest woman dearest to beloved Romeo, therefore, he could not fight the never ending urge of the sensibility of manufacturing a joke about it. "Rosaline, Rosaline, my fairest woman of them all, where art thou, with all thy perfections and face like a doll!" He dramatically reenacted Romeo's previous words as his hand rests on top of his pounding heart, staring at the imaginary night inflated with sparkling stars lighting up the darkness.

"Ha-ha, very amusing, Mercutio, almost as amusing as Tybalt's glare of accusing." Sarcastically remarked Romeo, rolling his eyes at Mercutio, which made the sound of a chirping dove that resembled his containing laughter.

Benvolio out of the sudden, smacked both their upper muscled arms, both of them crying out something within the meaning of 'awtch' or some cursing speech. "I got it!" The cousin shouted around the entire hallway, eyes litting up and a smile plastered on his entire facade.

"Is that why my arm was being hit?" Romeo inquired, rubbing the second spot that is now stained red.

"Oh, but that aching arm is the last thing you will remind yourself of once you've spread your doubtful ears to the solution of your parent's fears!" Benvolio exclaimed, thrilled with enthusiasm.

And it were true, their minimalized wounds were forgotten as soon as they knew.