《Individuals Toxic Behaviors》-Chapter 22-- The story behind these dark walls-
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Everyone loves the honest person until the honest person strikes a chord with a truth they weren't ready to receive.
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-Chapter 22-- The story behind these dark walls-
Breakfast is going by smoothly. My brother hasn't tried to cause any more problems in front of the guests.
Our mother wasn't as talkative... or as in charge of dominating the conversations today. Like if she didn't want to give Kevin an opportunity to stir the conversation back to what happened to his face.
Of course, no sane person will give my brother a chance to sink them to the depth of hell in front of their spouse and his friends.
And honestly, I don't blame my brother for being the way he is. But, right now... wasn't the time to give the snake her own venomous poison.
Especially, when Richard is still head over heels for that demon in sheep clothing.
First, we have to break down that illusion that he has painted of her in his head, and then we'll feed her —her own venom in front of him to seal the coffin.
On the other hand, Emma was extremely quiet, almost like she wasn't trying to attract any of the guest's attention. Trying almost to blend with the dull background, focusing all her attention on the television screen as she nibbles her breakfast quietly while she carefully listens to the morning weather broadcast.
I wonder what is going through her mind right now? I just hope she doesn't distance herself from me… because of what happened a couple of minutes ago upstairs in her bedroom.
I fucked up big time and now... I don't know what to do to not make it worse.
Seeing her so frightened of me made me feel odd inside as if my lungs and heart were ready to crumble into a million little pieces if things go South. This weird eerie feeling is new to me… I never felt this way before… and I don't ever want to feel like that ever again.
I could still feel her small neck inside my palms, if I had squeezed a little harder —it would have snapped with ease. And that thought alone unsettled me to the core.
Looking at her now… She seems so distant, almost like we're not in the same room. It was like an angel had descended from heaven and it had no choice but to reside with the humans until her little broken wings heal.
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It's like nothing was tying her down to this damn place. The world could end around her and she wouldn't show any sadness or attachment to anything or anyone.
Not even to her own father… Even though she seems to be attached to her father, right now. But, something deep down in me is telling me that if her life here doesn't go in the way she hopes for… Then she'll have no choice but to shut down all her emotions and disappear from our sight.
And the way she is dressed in all white just adds to these bewildering feelings that are slowly consuming me from the inside out. If she ever decides to run away and vanish from the face of the earth... I wouldn't know what to do with myself.
Being so used to always seeing her every day and feeding her whenever she's hungry… It makes me feel needed and appreciated. Pathetic I know. It seems like I've depended on her more than I have let myself realize.
Is this how a demon feels when he can't touch or chain down an innocent Angel?
"Dude, it's time to go..." Kevin snapped me out of my ongoing thoughts.
I was so into my trivial thoughts that I didn't notice that everyone was already picking up.
At this point, my world revolves around her. And I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing.
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"Today, we're skipping school.
There somewhere... I've been wanting to go for a while… And today is the perfect day to go explore.
Our lovely mother wouldn't be on our neck if they did call her from school." Kevin takes out a little piece of paper from the pocket of his gray jeans and passes it to me. The vehicle sharply turns right driving us in the opposite direction from the school.
An address was written down on it… This is 9 hours away from here…. This is the bad side of town. Where criminals and drug dealers reside... Well with the few exceptions of a few good people who unfortunately dwell in those bad neighborhoods for reasons only known to them.
No wonder, He was being so bold in front of the guests today. Almost like he was giving our mother a clear warning to not mess with him today. Was he purposely pissing her off… Yesterday?
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"Yeah, I know… That's why today is a perfect day to research our little toys' tragic past. How fun..." A big toothy grin cracks on his face as he turns on the radio. A good song never dies by Saint Motel starts playing, switching the whole mood inside the car. It felt like I was going on a long road trip with my twin brother.
This idiot starts singing to the tune of the song as his thumbs start drumming on the leather steering wheel to the beat of the music.
Looks like someone woke up in a good mood today.
I just hope his good mood lasts until tomorrow… because he's right now walking on thin ice with our mother.
So I stayed silent listening to my brother sing his heart out as my whole focus stayed outside the window… watching people of all ages pass by in a blur.
The weather today wasn't anything out of the ordinary, only a few clouds decorated the blue sky today but other than that it was a good day for a long noisy car ride.
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A couple of hours later and we finally made it to our final destination.
The sky already lost the bright bluish hue that adorned the atmosphere this morning... Instead, an orange-pink and dark bluish hue took its place.
An abandoned rundown house comes into my view… it looks like it was barely holding on. Kevin smoothly parks the car in the neglected driveway.
We both get out of the vehicle with ease as our eyes never stray away from the shabby-looking home. It is hard to believe that such a fragile small person lived here.
" Damn, she lived worse than us… at least our home didn't look like a dumpster ready to fall apart with the slightest gust of wind "Kevin muttered under his breath as he locked the car door with his keys. A small peep emitted from the car indicating that it was locked.
" Hello, cuties … What brings you through this part of town? "Our heads snapped towards the sultry voice of a middle-aged woman who seemed drunk out of her mind. Just by the way she dressed I knew what she wanted from us.
If a stripper stood side by side with this woman. This woman would have made the stripper look fully clothed because this woman had barely any fabric on her. Doesn't she feel cold? It's already getting a little windy.
Her grey eyes are bloodshot red. And her red lipstick is smudged slightly upward towards her bony face. Her dark long hair is in a low ponytail.
"Want to have fun with me?… I don't charge too much… for two."
"No, thanks... I'm not into older bitches and neither is my brother." Kevin quickly retorted back to the woman harshly with a cold smile plastered on his face. He doesn't want to humor her at all.
"Oh, so you come to have fun with that young little bitch? Right?"The lady folds her arms in front of her chest as she leaned her body weight more onto her right leg.
Kevin's cold smile instantly wiped off his face... when he heard what she said with so much distastefulness in her voice.
"Young bitch?" If she didn't have my full attention before she has it now. My curiosity spiked to an all-time high —just wanting to know… Who is she referring to in such a way?
Many questions popped into my head… The more she kept speaking to us.
"Come on, don't pretend that you don't know who I'm talking about. The young pretty bitch that used to live there… " Her chipped pink nail pointed towards the old rundown home.
" Too bad she is not here anymore… Boys. I heard she departed from this world in such an awful cruel way, poor thing." Those sluggish words spewing out her mouth weren't matching the expression that is displaying on her sharp features.
Her flirtation smile dropped when she caught a glimpse of my cold expression.
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