The Mask Of Beauty and Rage (Brahms X Greta)

Chapter 10 - Dinner

Sorry for the long wait College start again uhhh kill me!!! LOL
I have so many ideas for this story and it's killing me I wish had more time! I haven't even gotten to my favorite part yet ;P ANYWAYS, enjoy this next chapter! :)<3

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He laid on the grimy floors that no man should walk on. He'd been here before, years ago and even now nothing changed. He still found himself stuck between the walls.

Brahms stood against the inner walls as he slumped. All he could hear was his parents bickering, none stop arguments that became reckless fights. He felt almost beaten now, too much on his mind, it hurt. He wished there were silence for once. He was always the main character in this family, the troubled soul of the munch.

The incessant arguing could be heard louder, preferably his father was the main source. He could hear everything they said about him.

"This is inexcusable!" Mr. Heelshire can be heard in the other room. He looked about the mess Brahms made from the terrible incident.

"Look at this Helen." He hollered for her to join him in the room. "The blood is curdling into the fibers of the rugs, practically everything is in red!" He exclaimed.

"Oh, will you stop it John, I can see the mess I don't need you to remind me." Mrs. Heelshire came into the room.

"How on Earth did it get like this." Mr. Heelshire said to himself absolutely appalled by the horrid scene.

"Do not worry dear we'll take care of thi- "

"We?!" He interrupted. "We are not touching a speck of this sin, nor are we helping this time. This is Brahms's mess I will not baby him for something so heinous!" Mr. Heelshire was rather flabbergasted by his wife's insinuation on helping with this madness.

"No, we have to help him! I will not let my son be taken away! I'm growing tired of this conversation." His mother's voice cracked at the emotions beginning to take form.

Brahms hated making his mother feel bad or even sad on his behalf. For God's sake he was in his 20s now, still hiding in the walls like a child and he didn't even own a tie. Brahms slumped down to the dusty floor, listening in on the never-ending conversation. His hands slid to his masked face as he just remembered he still had it on. After awhile he started to forget more and more it was just a mask and it started to become his real face.

Brahms held it in his firm grasp as he carefully removed it from his face. His curly bangs hit his sinched forehead. He pulled his long legs close to himself, and his head rolled down immediately to his chest. He rubbed his hairy head feeling strained and tired.

"Besides, you know as well as I do, that he cannot reveal himself in broad daylight." Mrs. Heelshire said with her head up high.

"I will not allow my wife to touch such a sickening display." Mr. Heelshire argued. "And as matter a fact I know he is listening right now to every word we are saying." He pointed to the walls irritated. Mr. Heelshire suddenly burst aloud losing his temper.

"Brahms! You get out here this instant!" Mr. Heelshire yelled through the walls. Brahms own body jerked forward in a state of shock and abrupt fear. He stood up quickly placing his mask back on in a frenzy. He looked utterly confused and scary as he paced back and forth with a slouch unsure of how to respond.

"No, you mustn't." Mrs. Heelshire went up to her husband. "Not now!" She hissed through her teeth.

"I don't care! Brahms you listen to your father this instant!" He hollered again.

Brahms jerked away from his spot and went to the nearest exit between the walls. He was hesitant for sure and didn't want to face his father's wrath. Usually, his mother would break the ice, or be the middleman for all messages of dos and don'ts.