Grim Filled Grimmares

You Disgrace

Back in the past.

It had been a few weeks since Michael's wife had been assassinated, he was not handling it well but suffered in silence.
"We've got you a new wife, son." His father told him, leaving no room for discussion. "You cannot raise your children alone, Maniea is far too young, Matthew barely knows what's going on and you're still turning 26, you are not going to be able to handle it." His mother sighed, explaining to him in a softer tone, he sighed, nodding, knowing he couldn't go against his mother's wishes
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Once Maria had entered the home, and stayed, she attempted to seduce him, but he was not having it. "Don't speak to me like that, don't touch me, I don't touch you, I want nothing to do with you, you are wife by name, not choice, not any type of love or affection, not even lust." He declared bluntly, she hissed. "I am your wife!" She shouted, Michael rolled his eyes, taking a deep inhale of his cigar. "You are not my wife, just a replacement for public eyes, to be a decent mother for my children, I expect nothing less and nothing more from you" He stated, exhaling the smoke away from her. She rolled her eyes and stormed off. "Our rooms are separate, I expect you to stay in yours" He called out calmly. Matthew came up to him and tugged on his finger, "Dad, why is mom like this?" He asked, his eyes welled with tears, Michael stroked his hair and answered honestly with the whole truth. "That's not your mother, your mother... Died, son." He answered, his tone soft and caring, a contrast to the tone he uses when addressing Maria, Matthew sniffled, a tear running down his face, Michael's expression softened. "Don't worry, I'm here, I'll always be here, and if that means dealing with that... Woman, then so be it." He promised, a soft, reassuring smile on his face.

A few days later.

Matthew came from primary school, he went to his father, looking up at him as he was busy with paperwork for his gang. "Dad... When is Maniea coming back from the hospital?" He asked, his tone worried and sad, missing his sister after she was apparently injured and had to be rushed to the hospital. Micheal couldn't answer, he didn't know either, he wasn't there on scene, but Maria said she had to take her to the hospital, at the young child age she was, she had gotten into a lot of trouble and was curious about everything, so it made sense... "I'm... Not sure, Matthew, I'm worried too." Was he all he could say, for he knew not the reason of the delay, nor did he know what hospital she was rushed to.
Matthew went to Maria who was getting ready to go clubbing, he tapped her hand that rested on the dressing table while she was applying lipstick with the other. "Um... Mom, when is my little sister coming back?" He asked softly, not knowing if he should call her 'mom' she rolled her eyes and groaned in annoyance before looking down at him. "Why do you ask me about such stupid things? Your sister will get back when she gets back." She stated, her lips in a snarl. Matthew's eyes welled up with tears. "I-I just w-wanted to know... I'm sorry" He stammered, looking at the floor, Maria looked at him with disgust. "You're a boy, you shouldn't cry, now get out of my sight, I have important things to do" She scoffed, rolled her eyes once more before finishing up her final touches on her makeup before storming out, pushing Matthew to the floor. "And get out of my room." She called out, her tone slightly softer just in case Micheal might have heard her, Matthew bolted to his own room, slamming the door and locking himself in it, sobbing and crying against the door before getting up to rummage through a photo album, Maniea's baby pictures was the recent pictures of her, only a few of her when she was 3 or 4, no more were found, she had gone to the hospital, so they say. He cried softly, not wanting his father or worse his mother to hear him.

Years later, Matthew was now going into teenage years.

Matthew was slowly getting involved with his father's gang and business, learning combat as a kid, now learning stuff he'd only know in senior phase of school, incredibly intelligent and skilled thanks to his father. Micheal had come up to Matthew, while he was busy training, his hand coming to rest on Matthew's shoulder,his expression grim, cold and mostly, filled with rage. "We're going to get your sister, you coming along?" He asked, Matthew's eyes widened, he thought his sister must have died, to be kept in a hospital for that long... "Where is she?" He asked, his voice just as cold and angered. "In an aslyum..." Michael answered, growing more angered and burning with scorching fire beneath the ice of his patience. Matthew too did feel this rage and anger, he took off his glasses and put in his contacts, coming to his father and nodding, his father nodded as well before leading him to the table where the gang was, Micheal slammed his fist into the table, the wood dented by the force, the team knew he was pissed. "We are going to find my daughter and return her to where she belongs, in this home, with me and Matthew." He ordered, everyone nodded firmly, knowing their boss valued family, loyalty and support in the business. "We are going to find who sent her there and I will have them dealt with accordingly." He growled out as he continued. "Search and destroy, kill all the lunatics if you have to, but my daughter stays safe, once you've found her, do not engage, call us" He ordered, before Matthew spoke. "And if one hair on her head is harmed, it goes as treason" He hissed, everyone got a chill up their spines, knowing the torture that takes place on those who have been seen as betrayers. They nodded their heads in fear.
After the unintended massacre, they had gotten Maniea, shaken as she was, scared and afraid... She recognized the two, shared tears with them as well, they taken her home, burnt the asylum to rid their tracks along with all the 'tics' in it.

Michael held Maniea in his arms, never letting her go, once she was calm enough to speak, she told them what she could recall before she ended up there. "She... Tried to hit me, I-I was only defending myself... Then she hit me with the glass wine bottle on the head" She explained, her voice still shaky. Michael's eye widened, his hand tightened on the armrest of the chair, Matthew's brows bridged downwards in an angered expression, without a word before, Micheal shouted loudly. "MARIA!" He shouted on the top of his lungs, showing his rage for the first time, Maria sauntered down the stairs, dressed in her night wear. "What do you want, Michael?" She asked uninterested before her eyes settled on Maniea, her face twisting in a slight snarl. "Why is she-" Before she could even finish her question, Micheal cut her off. "WHY WOULD SHE NOT BE HERE, MARIA?" He shouted louder than before. "You sent my daughter to an asylum." He stated, his eyes narrowed, Maria's eyes widened before she tried to snap back. "So what?" She shouted before Michael stood up, Maniea still safely and comfortable in his arms, hanging above ground. "I don't want you to stay in this house. Leave, out of my sight, you are dismissed until I SAY YOU CAN COME BACK, understood, whore?" He growled out, his eyes filled with rage and hatred, Matthew kept quiet but clearly hated her, and it would never change, despite his dwindling respect for her, Maniea seemed scared but more at ease than most her life. Maria wanted to snap back but knew it would escalate things beyond fix, she stormed to her room to change to her clothes to leave to a friend's house or wherever. Micheal fell back into his seat, holding his daughter in his arms, holding her tighter than before, his eyes welling with tears, Matthew looked away, his tears also fogging his eyes. "I'm sorry... I couldn't hold the promise to your mom..." He whispered to the two, Maniea looked confused, Matthew sighed. "It's not your fault, father... Its that woman's fault, she's becoming a problem" He told his father. Michael looked up at Matthew, his expression soft and his smile creeping on his lips as he cried. " Melinda would love you two to bits..." He chuckled softly, Matthew wiped a tear that crept beneath his glasses, he chuckled too. "Who says she doesn't?" He asked with a confident smile, his father nodded in agreement. "She loves you both to the end of reality, and so do I." He smiled softly, stroking Maniea's hair softly.

Sorry that I couldn't publish more, my phone is currently broken, so Im using this one... Temporarily, I'll tell you when I get mine back 😢