"oh give me a break women! Can't you see I'm watching the game?!"
Garte snapped, Vylad running to join me in the kitchen.
He clasped his hands around me and dug his head far into my shirt.
"Well excuse me! Ain't my fault you buy me crappy things!"
Mother replied.
I gently petted my brothers head and looked out upon the living room, my mother fuming over some sort of broken make-up product as she stood in front of the television.
Garte groaned.
"Get out the Fucking way, SLUT!"
Zianna gasped and stormed to his feet, slapping him straight on the cheek.
"I'm not a slut!"
She yelled
"Oh yes you Fucking are!"
Garte replied barely stunned.
"Urgh, I'm sick of this damn family! I can't have manicures, I can't have nights out, I can't take it!"
She snapped
"I'm leaving!"
She practically screamed, throwing the product against the wall with a loud smash.
I flinched down as they walked to the stairs, Garte mainly in pursuit just to make a mockery of her.
"You'll be back! I know you will!"
Vylad sighed slightly and looked at what I was doing before I had began watching them.
Each thud or slam of their feet rattled the entire house and screaming rage cracked the air.
"You never care about me!"
She blundered, storming down the stairs with a suitcase in hand, clothing clawing from the not properly shut corners.
"Urgh! Where will you even go?! LOaoooooooooooooooooollllaàaaàike fuck your family would accept you!"
Garte snapped, following after her.
"I'll get my own place"
Zianna stated, getting to the door and fiddling with the keys.
My father laughed hysterically, rather too loudly and hostile, it's bubbling giggling choking up from his chest and swelling in his throat.
Zianna turned and watched him with a slight discomfort look.
"With what money?!"
He smiled
At his statement she glared and replied
"I'll work on the Fucking street if I must!"
At that she walked out and slammed the door shut, father flinching at the sudden blow.
"F-Fine!"
He snarled before rather coldly glaring at me.
"What the hell are you looking at?!"
He yelled.
At the grow in tension and knowing frustration aimed towards us I began reluctantly wishing I'd followed after mother, clutching Vylad by the shirt and holding him behind me.
He flinched but stepped back with me further into the kitchen.
"N-Nothing"
I replied
"Oh it sure looked like it! She'll be back! She's always back!"
He added, snarling.
"Y-yeah, yeah, I know she will d-"
Before I could finish he struck me, straight into the nose and knocking me disoriented.
Why he had done it I haven't the foggiest of ideas... anger or pure pleasure I have yet to know.
Vylad hugged me and pulled me further away as to avoid another fist to the face.
While I regained my barings Garte growled in frustration, grabbed his coat and stormed out the house, exceeding my expectations of merely grabbing a can of beer and getting drunk for the rest of the night.
He would be either chasing after mom or getting a drink from a bar...either one I'm not looking forward to when he comes home.
Unfortunately my nose had began bleeding, catapulting Vylad into gripping and icepack and damp tissues.
I smiled and graciously accepted them, cleaning my tender flesh up.
Wincing at the pressure I heard a faint murmur one from Vylad, a light apology was all what I could assume.
"Mom will come back"
I stated in the attempts to ease any rising anxieties, afterall, with a mute all I could do was guess his internal emotions.
In addition, I would have texted Zane but...I didn't want to ruin his day out.
She'll come back though...right?
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childhood memories
FanfictionWith an abusive father, careless mother and two hungry brothers there's only one leader of the household, one person left who is willing to do it all for his family. However, with a new school in sight and more friend that grin with delight how is o...
