BROWN

part 1

Marcus Benjamin stood on the terrace waiting, face up to the sky as he huffed and puffed out the smoke from his lit up cigarette, one hand in his pocket, the other holding up the lit up stick of malignancies. The greyish white clouds covered a large portion of the sky.

Hmmm.

The sun was not passing through them and the fluffy sheet clouds appeared to be moving gradually.

"Martha!!, there's going to be a thunderstorm and your kids are out playing hide and seek, againnn!!!". Stupid kids.

All so gradual as weeks before his inevitable doom rained hell on him. Damn kids, no staying out this late! He mumbled angrily to himself.

He was in his late fifties, with a dull, uninterested looking face which had wrinkles running across almost every part of it, lips which were full and had gone black from their once rosy hue. He had dark brown eyes and a firm chin with a fringe of black hair which gave the perfect contrast to his sun tanned light skinned face.

Martha stood quietly behind the curtains as she watched Marcus. After everything she had been through, he made her remember what it was like to be loved passionately.
He made her feel...alive again, and now she regretted letting herself get lost in his words. She regretted not putting her children first. She hated that even after everything rainman had done, she still couldn't leave.
They never stay out this late. Dear God, please not again....
No!
They will be back soon. They always come back.
She was losing her mind going back and forth her questions. Her thoughts sent chills through her whole body. Her mind felt like a child trying to find it's way through a heavy harmattan fog. She was so lost in her thoughts when she saw him turn. She let go of the blinds as fast as she could.

Marcus heard the blinds behind him shut quickly as he turned to walk into the house. The Apple doesn't fall far from the tree. He grunted as he walked in. He needed his gun.
The piercing sound of shattering glass could be heard as the door was shut violently.
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Deep in the forbidden end; Maria looked up, as if to say she heard the shattering sound the glass vase made as it met a terrible end. She continued to tie her loosened shoe lace.

She was frail looking sixteen year old with a ball of thick brown hair tied in a messy bun, honey brown eyes like her mom's, full pink sensous lips with her skin which ran gamut from light chocolate to golden brown depending on whether the sun was out or not. Her step father had once told her, "you know, girls like you don't have to work for shit. You just smile and show boobies and men will come begging for you to take their cash."

Mathew yawned, the poor boy was exhausted. They had been walking for hours.
"I'm tired, mama." He was only ten.
"Don't worry Matt, we are almost at aunt Brenda's. Just stay close to me and they won't find us"
"Who, mama? Dad?"
"Yeah, dad"
Hopefully you won't get to find out who, she thought to herself.
Out here, Marcus was the least of her problems. She proceeded to tie her other loosened shoe lace quickly.
The sudden snap of dry twigs made her shake. She looked up. Mathew was gone.
Matt?
She called out while standing up slowily.
Mathew?
She called out again shakingly, as she heard what sounded like the bushes shaking. She moved closer.