MAD MARY

💀 CHAPTER FIVE | CLEANED UP MARY

The Beckhams stood at the middle of the living room. Some members of the family stood with their arms crossed, at akimbo or in their pocket.

Mary walked into the huge room. She had lived there alone for a while but she spent most of her days in the basement. She could not recall what the living room looked like but she was definitely sure that that it was not as magnificent as the marvel before her eyes.

The mix of white leather and cushions, wood and frames, gold and black in traces, all formed a work of art before Mary's eyes.

Her eyes strolled around the room once more and then their sight landed on the Beckham family.

Alice had a wide smile on her face. Melody was clueless. Richard looked like one out of norm composure and George had nothing but fury in his eyes.

"Welcome to our humble home." Alice said as she took gentle steps towards Mary.

She got to where the ruddy girl was and took her hands.

"Come along now, I'll take you to the bathroom." Alice said. She walked up wooden stairs and Mary followed.

Richard slumped on one of the white-leathered sofas and let out a breath loudly.

Melody sat next to her father. The confused child yawned loudly. She was half asleep.

"Seriously dad? Mum slips into sexy mode and your thoughts get compromised?" George asked still standing. His arms were crossed while he glared at his father with disgust.

"Watch your tongue boy!" Richard scolded his son but guilt wrapped his heart.

"I'm watching nothing dad! I'm not blind and I know what I saw! And I'm not a kid!"

"You're a kid George! What would you know about marriage, love and the compromises you'd have to make to keep the one you love?" Richard asked. He expected his son to back off from the conversation due to his last statement, but George was truly 'no longer a kid'.

"Don't blabber to me about marriage dad. I don't think you know what it means for a man and a woman to be married because, if you did then you'd know that mum's your wife and you have her with you every time. You can have all the sex you want and stare at her boobs as long as you want anywhere and anytime because she is your wife. You don't have to fulfil her every request first before she sleeps with you. She's not a whore. And you don't need to quiver at a bit of her nudity when you see it every day. She's your wife and it's time you stopped treating her like one of the bitches on Playboy Magazine." George said.

After the fifteen year old spoke, he saw the red in his father's eyes and a chill crept down his backbone. It was then he realised that he had gone too far with his words. He wished the ground could swallow him.

Richard stared at his son for a while. His mouth was opened for a second and then he shut them close. He tried hard to dust George's words off his shoulders but the words came back to him. They were repeated within his skull, over and over. He looked down and then looked straight at his son's eyes. They only spelt one thing; Disrespect.

A few minutes of tranquillity had passed by and Richard's cackle broke the chains of silence. He laughed mockingly like the Joker would.

George was startled for a while then he gazed at his father with fear.

Richard unlike his wife Alice was absolutely normal but like every human had their demons, he had a hateful side as well. A dark side his family had seen twice or thrice and dreaded.

George took silent steps backwards. He had to get far from his father. He knew what followed after the crazy hollow laughter.

Richard still laughing began to take a few steps as well towards George.