Cries of the lost lambs

Blood and smoke ch.4

Anton is in media

Blood and smoke is all I see

Malorie |||
September 1st, 2019
# are contact names
Tw
-the word fag
-Homophobia
-Transphobia

Malorie= #Mbear
Anton=#i'm.pan.so.i.deepthroat.pans
Zorah= #Zdawg
Deliah=#Fem_Daddyaf

~Malorie thrashes around atop her fuzzy yellow duvet. Their eyes closed but her brain was riddled with images of her brother bloodied crawling out the windshield of the wrecked car. Blood trickling down from his temple. His shirt clung to the broken glass tearing making his beige-colored chest binder visible as he climbs out scratching his abdomen on the glass. Malorie's hearing is muffled as her ears ring due to the deep gash on her forehead. She hears her brother say
"grab my hand"
Watching intensely Malorie carefully reaches out her hand grasping Myles's pulling herself out of the front of the vehicle.~
Malorie's eyes open groaning as she sits up restlessly as she can almost feel the flames licking at her back again. It was as if her body was back in the car crash. She drags herself off the bed and walks to her room bathroom, she takes off her underwear the only clothing she ever slept in climbing into the bathtub she sighs as she closes the curtain and sits down turning the shower on she faces the wall as the scalding hot water rains down against her back. She cries desperately as images flashes behind her eyes of Myles pulling her out of the car then the ambulance pulling up and then taking them but after getting checked out and not seeing Myles again. Maybe he ran from the hospital or something?. Her head lays against her knees as she cries silently her tears mixing with the water. After some time malorie steps out of the shower glancing at her beet red back as steam rises from it from the shower. She puts on a pair of denim shorts and a black tank top as she walks into her room her slick brown hair matted to her face. She slides on her house slippers, she glances through her texts to Deliah frowning because it seems del won't text her back, she throws her phone onto her bed frustrated. Her phone dings she glances over to check it her brows furrow as she reads the caption on the black-out picture Deliah posted on insta. Reading the caption to herself over and over again
" having fun with my gramps" mal immediately sends a quick text to Anton
#Mbear- "dude u get del's update. Somethings not right she told me many times her gramps died last year?... wtf"
Mal slides on flannel on top of her tank and slides on some joggers as her phone dings
#i'm.pan.so.i.deepthroat.pans-"yeah wtf maybe we should drop by on her?"
Mal frowns and sends a text to the group chat of Myles friends
#Mbear" meet at Ryan's gaming shop rn?"
#Zdawg-yeah
#i'm.pan.so.i.deepthroat.pans-i'm coming over to yours
Mal walks downstairs to her family's unnaturally bright-colored kitchen. Mal sighs she hates looking at a bright green kitchen in the morning.
She groans as she walks to the stove to fix herself some french toast. She'd rather not eat her mother's food, it wasn't unusual her mother was just cold-hearted she'd be the type to give the whole family food poisoning because she was angry like that one time on Christmas. It wasn't even like she liked her mom's cooking anyway but it felt like her mom would poison her any minute Malorie pissed her off so Malorie started buying her food. Popping some french toast bites into her mouth she looked around surprised no one had gotten up yet. Malorie rolled her eyes realizing she was wrong as her older brother mason walked into the kitchen. "Darling sibling how are you now that your degenerate fag sister is gone?"
Malorie glares at her brother and huffs out of her nose
"Brother. Mason, he was my and your brother and he was not a degenerate. He was smarter than you and fag mason that's so 1960's and he was a bisexual mason. Bisexual if you spent more time with him you'd know!
Malorie and Mason stare each other down in the middle of the kitchen both not daring to back down till a knock on the door interrupted them.
Mason smirked at his sister as he turned toward the door
" Ah it's the guy your not fucking, he looks a little too good looking to like you"
Mason chuckles softly as he walks away from his sister.
Malorie huffs wanting to get the last word
"Seems pretty gay of you mason to be checking him out like that since you seem to hate gays so much."
Mason abruptly turns to face his sister
"Never in a million fucking years will I ever like you or Melanie because of your disgusting ways, comparing me to you is like comparing the sun to a dull star. You can't beat me, or outshine me."
Mason turns and walks away leaving his sister bewildered. Malorie opens the door slamming it closed in anger as she looks at Anton.
"I fucking hate mason."
Anton giggles
" I kinda fucking hate him too."
Malorie and Anton walk to Ryan's gaming shop
Malorie decides to break the silence when they reach the stop sign near the game and comics shop
" How can you hate my brother but like Lukas so much? Lukas is like a billon time more of an asshole."
Anton tilts his head and snickers
"You haven't met him yet."
Malorie furrows her brows and gives Anton an unbelieving stare
"So you're telling me you've really like spent time with him?"
Anton blushes and looks away
"I guess you could call it Something like that."
As they reach the backdoor of the game shop they spot someone the silhouette morphing into Zorah her shoulder-length wavy blue hair cut matted to her head due to the matte black over-ear headphones.