Three

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by giddyseizures

by giddyseizures

There the three sat, waiting patiently for their frozen treats to arrive in the parlor. They conversed among themselves cheerfully. Asking their son what he had done at school, and their daughter if she'd made any new friends. Of course, Marvin wasn't among these three. He was pacing around the table as they prepared the ice cream. It had been ten minutes and nothing had arrived yet. This place had great ratings, but it was a total scam! His attempts at making his family happy were total failures.

"Marvie, please, just sit down." Whizzer begged. "I know you're stressed, but-" Oh shit, Whizzer knows.

"I'm not stressed, Whiz, I'm just pissed off at this damn place for taking so long!" He motioned to the clock. It had been twelve minutes already, and no updates on their ice cream were given. The whole thing did seem rather ridiculous.

"Hey, watch your fucking language!"

Jason fell over laughing. Even if their meaningless "arguments" frequently occurred, they were still hilarious. On the other hand, Whitney was incredibly confused. She didn't understand why they always screeched things like "FUCK" and "PISSED". Of course, it was her job to mimic them, for someone needed to do it.

"Watch you fucking langee!" She shouted.

The couple turned to face their daughter, faces paling. They were horrible influences. Still, it was pretty funny, since as soon as he was out of his stage of shock, Whizzer started chuckling.

"You're all so immature!" Marvin told them, trying not to snicker as well. He failed miserably.

As the other three goofed off, Jason was focused on something much more serious. There were two boys in the line for ordering, one wearing blue, and the other wearing red. It seemed that they were almost color-coded. That's when he saw their faces. The bullies had found them, right when he was starting to enjoy himself. Although they didn't exactly notice him yet. At least, it didn't look as if they did. They had to get out of there.

Yet, right before he could speak, Michael turned to face him. Both were silent for a bit. Soon, the bully motioned him over. There was no way he could just sit there. If he did, his ass would be kicked. So Jason snuck off before his parents could realize. Everything went to shit after that. Once he was close enough, the siblings dragged their twelve year old brother off, heading to an alleyway. Getting into detail would be far too gruesome for any book, even this one. Just think of the most horrid beating two fourteen year olds can give a younger boy in the span of an hour.

Throughout the time that their son was gone, Marvin and Whizzer were getting more nervous by the second. They had to send Whitney to a friend's house because of Marvin breaking down. It even came to the point where bystanders considered calling 911. Their ice cream was never brought out, either. Another hour was spent before actually finding Jason. Well, what was left of him.