the vampire of happiness

34 | ear twisting

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ : third june, 23:;

“Ow, ow, ow, ow, o—"

It's so dumb that there out to be a cop show on this.

Me, hands held back and dragged by the ear, followed by an angry Lee followed by slightly upset, slightly distressed, a whole lot confused son of his. Cue, it's like I've committed a crime against humanity.

Let go of my ear, you bastard!

Since we're standing in my house — now I can't cuss back at his theatrics. Mom will just intervene and she'd jail me for real, like house arrest and shit. Yes, grounding.

This wrangling pain is making me dumb, I swear.

If I wasn't wet already, I would have smacked him gently off me and bolted. Perhaps, just bolted. I've always wanted to jog all the way from school to Ray's place uphill to my home, you get it or do we need Dora to intervene? Okay good.

Now to my current situation — an array of misunderstandings.

"Mrs Parker-Evers!" He calls out, steam blowing off. "Mrs Parker-Evers! Dorothy!" He gets louder.

Wherever I tread, puddles form beneath, and to say I'm cold as fuck is a huge understatement.

I don't even recall where's my bag.

Mom prances. She's been working on something, the apron indicates, she's looking like she organised the hailstorm and didn't get time to slip into something more comfortable, since she's still in scrubs. Must be jaded.

"You're just in time. I'm preparing mayonnaise bread."

I had the decency to look embarrassed. Well I tried.

"Fancy some?"

"No," Lee does a lot of finger pointing gestures, "Listen here you, your little boy took my little boy out last night. And they were gone for hours, for a whole night in fact. This boy — is a bad influence, Dorothy."

Emphasis : little boy

Mom notes, nods shortly.

She glances back. Raycon wore crisp, ironed denim dungarees over a bright red sweater. Looked content.

"What is this about now?" She can't help but add, "is this about their sexuality again?

Because at first I was homophobic too, I've been there, but then I came across the text : pairs are made in heaven."

At this rate, he might as well whip out a machine gun.

His fuming expression says he regrets not bringing one.

"And I thought who was I to stand in god's way?"

He lets me go.

Couch, my best buddy, awaits me with open arms and everything. That's where Ray's at. I put some distance. Just in case.

He advances Dorothy. Next victim of his verbal assault, I'd say.

"I do not want this. Your son around mine."