Growing Pains

Chapter 9: Flashback

Purple POV

"Purple!" 

A shout came from downstairs. I take the stairs two at a time and bound down towards the laundry room, where MT called me from.

"Yeah MT?" I said, as I entered the laundry room.

MT was standing by the washing machine. His messy orange hair covering his face. He looked up and that's when I saw the look of rage on his face.

"M-mt...?" My voice came out small, and out of habit I shrank in his gaze.

"Purple." He was angry. "What the fuck did you put in the washer!?"

"J-just some- uh clothes...." I stuttered.

"No shit!" He stands up, and I cowered under him. "What kind of fucking clothes?"

"S-some of my hoodies.... and your white polos..."

"And tell me Purple....what color are your hoodies?" His voice was calm but full of anger.

"P-purple....."

"And what happens when a dark color and a light color go together in the washing machine with hot water?" 

"Ummm...they get washed?" I honestly didn't know.

"The darker color bleeds onto other clothes! Now look!" He pulled out his once white shirt. It was a shade of lilac. "Not only did you dye my shirt light purple, you overloaded the washing machine!"

"W-what..?" 

"Don't you know how to do laundry properly?!"

Truth is, I didn't. Mom always did my laundry, and once she died I moved to minecraft and the villagers did it. When I was out on the road, I would buy new clothes once a month, and it wouldn't bother me. Once I teamed up with Mt, I had the piglins do it, being I didn't know how. I was too scared to ask anyone for help because I thought I didn't need it.

"Purple, I'm just so disappointed in you! First you ruined my only good shirt, and now we are stuck without a washing machine! How the hell am I supposed to make a good impression on the first day of my job?!"

"Y-you got the job?"

"Yes, Purple I did! But hopefully I won't get laughed at on my first day!"

"C-can't we replace them...?" I said.

"No I can't! We're broke! I barely have enough money to provide for both of us! New shirts will cost a fortune!"

"B-but-" I stuttered again, nervously.

"Go to your room. I don't want to hear it." He says, trying not to yell.

"I-I can explain M-mt..." I tried.

"I said, GO TO YOUR ROOM!" He yelled, and I fled to my room, slamming the door behind me.

-----FLASHBACK-----

"PURPLE!" Dad shouted, as I watched him, bent over the dishwasher. "What the hell did you do to the dishwasher?!" He yelled, and turned on me, his face contorted in a look of pure anger.

"w-what?"

"Are you deaf, child!" He towered over me. "WHAT IN THE FUCKING HELL DID YOU DO TO THE DISHWASHER!?!?!"

"RB..?" A voice came from the front door.

"Shit...." Dad murmured under his breath.

Mom then entered the kitchen, her hair put up in a bun that stood atop her head. She had strands of hair hanging down near her face, which she was constantly brushing away.