Runt of the family

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"Since I was young they expected me to be perfect and majestic...but I'm not! I'm married to a man I love, we had kids together, and look at our lives now!" He yelled.

"What about the scars...?" I asked in a whisper.

He let out a deep sigh. "My father gets a knife and cuts them himself. My mother seems so nice to you and when you leave....she's another person. That's why I left home. She took away my food, she slapped me, made me do my homework all over again even though it was right! It seems like she doesn't do that but she does! SHE DOES!" He yelled.

"Ok you better calm the fuck down or else!" I warned. He grabbed my shirt tightly and pulled me closer. "Or what..." he whispered.

"What is wrong with you...? I try to help, I really do! But you're in your own world right now! You're just like Markus!" I hissed at him. He let go of my shirt at this point.
"Don't EVER compare me to him! Ever! You're so lucky to have me here!" He yelled at me. "What if I'm not? What if I'm constantly annoyed that you keep douching around and acting like a typical white guy!" I screamed.

His eyes widened.

"Have you seen yourself! You're 20! You had tons of kids! And look at you! Do you think you look young and beautiful still? HA!" He spoke, throwing something down on the ground. "You're like, what? 24?! At least I don't crack when I'm old as heck!" I yelled at him. "You have ridiculous piercings on your ears for Christ sake! You aren't 17 anymore!" He yelled.

I scoffed.

"No puedo creer que te amara...." I murmured.

"no puedo creer que me haya casado contigo." He spoke.
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My eyes widened from what he said. He stared at me as well.
"I get it...I don't need to be around anymore...." I nodded slowly, beginning to walk to the door. "N-no! Please don't...I'm sorry...I mean it!" he spoke.

"Ha! Like you were ever sorry." I chuckled.

"I was sorry that I saved you from Markus!" He snarled.
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I ran from him as he chased me from behind.

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