--Allixandyr--
These two are like five year olds, my god.
"THE PLAYSTATION4 IS BETTER THAN THE SHITTY XBOX1, YOU LITTLE MOTHERFUCKER!" Jak screeched. "IT IS FUCKING NOT!!" Kris shouted back. Jak shouted something inaudible and I held my breath in silence. Moments later, our mom's useless doll was thrown into the wall, bouncing back in the room and leaving a dent in the wall.
I sigh and walk into the room, slitting my eyes. "No playstation4 or xbox1 or phone or computer for a goddamn week,"
I snap, grabbing all of the following and anything that went with it. I set it up in my room and locked the door, hiding the key and walking out, clicking the door shut. Kris and Jak start fighting again, but this time I freeze and my heart drops.
"Dan never cared. He left because he was a bitch, Kris," Jak snapped. "He was abusive and always made me feel depressed and useless and pathetic and all of the above," he practically growled.
Kris replies about a minute after with, "He was disrespected and unloved. He cared for us so much, Jak. And stop calling our dad by his real name, and call him dad."
"Any man can be a father, but it takes a special man to be a dad," Jak hissed immediately; "Dan is our father."
Kris shouted angrily, "DAN WAS THE NICEST FUCKING GUY I KNEW! He was never abusive. Never!"
I peek into the room and see Jak chucking his favorite glass rose at Kris, who gets hit and glass shards embed into his skin. He cries out in pain. Jak pulls his shirt off and motions to his ribs and screams, "THEN WHERE THE FUCK DID THESE COME FROM?!?"
I can see the tear streaming down Jak face and the tears like flooding rivers rush down Kris' face. I press my lips together. Kris sobs as he jerks out the shards. "You are so frikin' worthless," he rushed through sobs. Jak bit his tongue to keep from sobbing and rushed out of the room, racing to the door and leaving quickly. I gave Kris and icy glare before following my little brother to wherever he decided to go.
--Author--
Unexpected much?
Yes.
I'm evil.
Very evil
Indeed.
Read on!
When the next chapter is up, of course.
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Dreams Come True
Romance-—•—- I ruffle Lydax's hair as I pass him, opening the fridge am pulling out the eggs, butter, and syrup. "Who wants to make scrambled eggs for dinner!" I say in a singsong voice. Three little children crowd around me and shout in sync, "ME!!" -—•—-
