The clanging of steel against steel seemed to be getting louder, as was the trash-talking.
Regina sat in the center of the pedestals, apprehensive over what could be the outcome of her daughters’ clash.
To try and keep her attention in one place, she stared at the door in front of her. Annette had been gone for quite some time now.
(Warning! Briefly-described abuse!)
Now, instead of a school, Annette found herself in someone’s house. Whoever it was had to have been fairly well-off. Several expensive-looking paintings were hung up on the wall, alongside a gorgeous large vase or two.
She couldn’t help but be impressed as she reached toward one of the paintings. She then pulled her hand back once she heard a door open from below her.
With her curiosity piqued, Annette leaned over a banister, and looked down at the first floor of the house.
Bill’s ‘speech’ turned out to be nothing more than him shouting about aliens, and flipping off anyone who bothered to show up. In the crowd, Shark was probably the only one who didn’t look particularly aghast at this.
Nearby, Shark then caught sight of his Uncle Dudley, and breathed a sigh of relief. Dudley just looked on himself with an expression of disturbed resignation.
“Do people actually want to vote for him,” Shark said to anyone who cared to listen, “or are they just here to watch him make an ass of himself?”
(note: possible homophobic slurs)
Dinner that evening was predicted to be a mess, as usual.
Shark came downstairs to see the table had already been set. Unsurprisingly, he saw only six table settings had been placed.
He wasn’t even upset by this anymore. He knew how most of his family members had taken the news of his sexual orientation, which was not well. The only one who didn’t react negatively was his father. Shark couldn’t thank him enough for that.
(Warning! Suggestive themes and discussions!)
Shark had now stretched himself across the length of the couch, boredly watching cartoons. Sinbad had gone into the bathroom, and hadn’t come back out for a while.
He did have a couple of towels tucked under his arm, giving a clue as to what he was planning. Shark vaguely registered hearing running water and angry cursing from the bathroom.
“They can’t afford Netflix, but they can afford hundreds of dollars worth of Pay-Per-View…” The logic was rather flawed. Sinbad had said his roommate was a douche, though.
(Short filler chapter because it’s Grilled Cheese Day…I think)
“A little warning would have been nice!” Shark was now bent over the nearest trash can, coughing up what had been shot into his mouth.
Sinbad looked rather indifferent to his predicament. “So me shouting, ‘I’m gonna blow!’ don’t count as a warning?”
Here Shark didn’t bother answering him. He just kept hacking and coughing.
(Warning! Disgusting implications, possible OOC, and a traumatic C-section! Seriously, this chapter will most likely have a rushed feeling to it, and suffered for it!)
Silver looked up at her son entering the room, with a haunting look on her face. Her eyes followed him as he slowly approached the table she was sitting at.
Most would often show signs of improvement after an extended period of sobriety. Silver was not one of those people. Then again, she could also have attributed her poor condition to the life currently growing inside of her.
(WARNING! More torture, vile insults, and some other things that should not be said in polite company, if ever)
(WARNING! For dismemberment, infanticide, torture, rape with a sharp object, and…you know what? Just tread with caution if you think you can handle what I just said)
(WARNING! Another tantrum, insults and racist slurs, and murder! Let’s just say real life events have driven me to write part of this chapter in a dark bout of anger and other volatile emotions)
By the time Sinbad and shark got back to the house, Dennis had left the porch light on for them as a safety measure.
“Looks like he went to work,” Sinbad muttered to the exhausted man in the passenger seat. Shark didn’t respond. He merely stared blankly out the window.
He didn’t even react to the sound of Sinbad unbuckling their seatbelts.