The Puppets : Partners in Crime

Marshall White

*Marshalls pov*
I sat downstairs on the old couch. Right now all I hear is screams and banging. If you think it's sex then you are far from wrong. My good for nothing mother is on the phone with my so called father yelling about money and how he needs to support what little family we have. I tap my combat boots against the rooting wood as my head hangs low and my scarlet hair covers my face. I keep my hands clenched together in anger as I keep hearing the yelling that slowly pisses me off. I have a bad temper so this is only one of the things I do trying to calm down and not make another hole in the wall. Soon the yelling stops as I hear thumps coming from the stairs as my mom shows up. She sighs frustrated as she pushes her dark brown hair back. I look at her with glaring red eyes that make her flinch slightly. She walks up to me and slowly puts her hand my back in which I stand abruptly and push her hand away. She was an okay person and tried to get close to me and change but she may have killed her old habits but you can't erase memories.
"Sweetie..."she says in a calm voice that makes me even more angered.
"Never call me that"I say in a voice full of poisoned hate that could kill.
"Look I'm trying to change who I was and make it better"she says in a sad and low voice. My feelings take over me and I glare at her.
"If you think this whole 'loving mommy' act will work on me and replace my memories then it won't work. I will always remember the gold digging, abusive, whore you are and always will be" I say with as much hate and poison as I can put in a few words. She looks at me shocked.
" if you think I don't know about your special guest or the fact your always high or drunk then you got another thing coming" I tell once more as I shove past her and run out the front door and into the woods. As I run branches rip my black pants and black V-neck. If you can't tell I'm not a colorful person. I finally get deep enough into the woods that it's pitch black except the little parts of the moon that shows between the branches. I was far from pissed as I face one of the trees and just start swinging.
Punch after punch I soon relive my anger but the problem is my knuckles start to bleed bad so I call it good and run through the dark wood trying to find my way home. As I run I see a paper on a tree. I come to a slow stop and walk over to it. I lightly lift it to read 'no eyes always watches'. The paper was most likely a prank from one of the students from the High school so I ignore it and run the rest of the way home.
I arrive slowly to see a stranger truck parked out front. I roll my eyes and walk in knowing that the bleeding is getting worse. As soon as I walk in I hear my mom having her pitty sex. I try to ignore it as I use the downstairs bathroom to wash my hands and get the splinters out.
Soon I finish as I look at the bloody sink, it looks like a murder scene but what can I say I love blood and the color red, so it makes me happy but sadly it's my blood and not someone else's. I clean up and wrap my hands soon to exit and hear the noises have stopped thankfully. I flop on the couch and feel the dark tiredness consume me as I fall asleep to sweet numbness.

Okay so I wanted marshell to have more of a temper and May to be alittle more mellow. hope you enjoy and I will try to update.