We're Not Linking! (MxM)

Chapter 5

WARNING : This chapter contains  mentions and contents of death and minor detailed gore, rape, and sexual assualt.  I will direct you to the start and end of  the more triggering triggers. 

This is a rather longer chapter set in the past that the Jacksons have gone through. Hopefully, you will understand what I'm going at.

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"Nacho! You can only have one. The rest are for my tea party." Penelope told Nachum off, pointing a finger at his munching. He was gonna reach for another, but Penelope slapped his hand away and took the tray out of his reach. Her eyebrows furrowed when he faced her in the most pointless and childish way. Just for dessert?

"Come on, Nels! You had your tea party yesterday. Are you really gonna have another one today?" He frowns looking at her with puppy eyes, finishing off the cookie that he stole off the tray. There were at least ten left. Specifically speaking, there were fourteen left.

"Yes!" Penelope exclaimed. He grumbled and faced the floor. Her cookies were saved for unrealistic and unself-moving stuffed animals who clearly could not eat such hard things. She would have been making a mess by then, spilling all over the carpet, and having to clean up the spills all by herself with a broom and mop. The carpet would've been stained with orange juice she carried in that tray with the batch of fourteen cookies.

Their mother who had been reading a magazine which carried herself into the kitchen smiled at the sight of a children's bicker which was not really a bicker. They were being playful and Penelope kept on scolding her twin that ended up turning him into a "pretty pretty princess", making her laugh. Nachum had attempted to relax but ended up quieting himself as he fumbled with the dress. He pulled off the tiara and hair ties his sister dressed him up in. She frowned and began to sob when he pulled them off, preventing him from continuing just to make her happy. Then, she returned Nachum with a cheeky smirk. When he finally realized what she did, he dropped everything and took off the items.

"MAMI! NACHUM WON'T COMPLY!" She hollered. Mrs. Jackson stood up and picked her up, covering her with kisses all over her face; her cheeks, her forehead, the top of her head, everywhere. Penelope pushed her face lightly. "MOM! EW!"

"Come on, darling. Can't your mom share her love to her own daughter? Hmph, now I see why Nachum took them off." Penelope would puff her cheeks making Mrs. Jackson laugh.

It was one of those mornings that felt joyful with sounds which cause you a grin until your cheeks hurt like music to your ears. One that was playful and wished to have all days just like this one. This was one that Mrs. Jackson was able to look at both of her children she gave all her heart to in order to birth them out and give them everything that she was able to provide. It didn't last long when the door sprung open a zombie apocalypse abruptly after she settled her daughter down, and her son ran over and hugged them both.

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"YOU BITCH!" A thundering voice boomed and crashed the party. Their father, Luis Jackson, had gripped onto a bottle of whiskey and glared into the eyes of confused and frightened children. He let his eyes trail over to his wife and snarl so uncontrollably. The confused children were pushed into their rooms, Fabia Jackson (or Mrs. Jackson) wished them well and told them not to worry with a smile on her face. She locked the door from the inside and shut them to face her angry husband. She glared into his eyes as he smashed the bottle onto the floor and grabbed a large piece of glass that was moreover sharp in all directions.

"Put the broken glass down, Luis. You're drunk." Fabia advised him in a low and defensive voice. She walked backwards and he did the opposite and waved the broken glass around.