Sunday, December 25th
12:00 A.M.
Group Chat
Lance is kinkier than Shiro
Members: Firelord, choke Me Daddy, President Taquito, Pidgeon, Hunky Munky, princess fukboi killer
Hunk Munky (Hunk Maika'i):
-Merry christmas ya filthy animals!
-I hope you all had a good christmas Eve!
-Merry Christmas!
7:01 P.M.
Keith left.
He hadn't bothered to grab his suitcase, or his wallet, or his shoes by the door. He simply snatched a set of random keys from the hook and bolted.
The table had been still; watching him. It was Benji who moved first.
"I hate all of you," He'd threatened, all before pushing himself from the table, making his chair clatter to the floor. "You managed to fuck up Christmas."
Benji raced after Keith — he was the only one who did. Everyone else was immovable with shock, simply staring as Benji slammed the front door behind him. It was windy outside. Violently so, the weather promising enough strength to battle human bodies and throw down grandfather trees.
"Keith!" Benji cried, sprinting with skinny legs and socked feet across the front lawn. "Keith, stop!"
The boy hadn't heard him, instead finding the vehicle match to his stolen car keys and hopping in. It was Daniel and Rachel's minivan — there was a stick figure family plastered to the trunk window. Tears overflowed down Keith's cheeks; he continued to let them fall. He was unsure of the plan — was there even a plan in the first place? All Keith knew was that he needed to get away, that running and hiding was the only option. How far he'd drive and how far he'd flee was uncertain — maybe it relied on the level of gas in Daniel's tank.
No matter what the circumstances, there was only one thing Keith was positive about.
He was never going back.
7:03 P.M.
Rosa had never been one to be infuriated. Disappointed, yes. A little bit angry? Of course. She could become irritated just like any other mother. This simple fact made her quite terrifying in the McClain home; all the children knew what she was capable of.
The 2016 Christmas Eve night was to —from this point on— be further known as legendary. It wasn't for the fight that broke out or the dramatics that occurred, no. It was because Rosa Sanchez —a woman always known to be careful with the way she treated others— had done the unthinkable.
She'd been the first to move after Benji. She'd stood up from the table and turned to Abuela, the wrinkle line of her face pulled tight with anger.
"You may leave."
Abuela had been appalled; Rosa rebelling had never been a part of her agenda.
"Excuse me?"
"You may leave — as in leave my home."
Abuela blinked once, then twice, all before letting her mouth drop open. "You can't ask that of me!"
"I can," Rosa began, moving out from her chair. "And I will. I'll be paying for your flight home. You will be invited back only on the terms that you can treat my son with respect."
"But, I am your family!"
"Family may be family, but that doesn't excuse you from being a bitch."
Abuela's mouth dropped at that — everyone's did. Even Jaime, who rather agreed with Rosa's choice to kick Abuela from the home, moved in surprise.
