Twice Is A Charm
“I CANT FUCKING BELIEVE THIS!” Marcus bellows, throwing his arms into the air as he launches himself to his feet. “DO YOU EVEN CARE ABOUT THE EFFECT THIS STUPID STUNT OF YOURS HAS CAUSED?”
Carl shrugs his shoulders as he tilts his head to the side. “Sorta.”
Marcus slaps him around the head with a blink and you’d miss it slap that echoes around the room.
“What the FUCK was that for?” Carl cries as he grips his head tightly.
“That was nothing but a starter, and if you don’t UNDERSTAND why you got it, you might need a couple more!” he spits as he raises his hand again.
“OKAY! OKAY!” Carl screams as he holds his hands before him in a pathetic display of self-defence. “I get it okay, I GET IT! We did the wrong thing, and we acted like selfish little children! We didn’t think or even care about the ramifications our actions would have on the feelings of those around us, and I’m deeply sorry for the pain it caused to you.”
Marcus stares down at him with hate filled eyes, his hand still held high ready to strike. “AND?” he growls.
“A-A-And, I’ll pay yo…” he doesn’t get to finish as Marcus strikes him again.
“The KIDS Carl, I’m TALKING about your FUCKING kids! The ones you left heartbroken and orphaned on our doorstep when you two FAKED your FUCKING deaths! Do you even remember THEM!” he snarls as he strikes him several more times before standing over the sobbing Carl, letting out several frustrated breaths before slapping him one last time.
“OKAY YOU’VE MADE YOUR POINT! YOU’VE MADE YOUR POINT!” he cries loudly as he pushes Marcus away.
“My point is far from being made you little PRICK!” Marcus seethes. “I had it all, a life lived by my rules, a sexy woman who put out, cash to spend whoever I wanted anything, the whole FUCKING shebang, and then YOU up and died, leaving me and Karen to care for your kids. Do you know how long it took her to stop putting out and leave me? Three FUCKING day! THREE FUCKING DAYS!”
“LOOK IM SOERY OKAY! IM SORRY!”
“You ain’t FUCKING sorry! You ain’t sorry one little bit. Why don’t you just stop lying, and tell me the real reason you’re here?”
“I-I-I-I, I told you b-before, I-I’ve come home. I’ve come home to b-be a dad again, t-t…”
“I-I, I swear to whatever you want me to swear to, I’m back for good, a-a-and I wanna make up for everything, t-t-to be a good dad, t…”
Marcus grabs Carl by the collar and pulls him to his feet and trusts him away, sending him careering into the wall. “FUCK YOU CARL! FUCK YOU AND THE HORSE YOU RODE IN ON! YOU AIN’T NO DAD, YOU NEVER HAVE BEEN AND NEVER WILL BE, I’M THEIR DAD, AND YOU AIN’T GETTING NOWHERE NEAR THEM, NOT NOW, NOT EVER!”
Carl snarls, and grins broadly. “They’re my kids, and I’m gonna take them one way or another, and ain’t nothing you can do about it, brother. So tell me now, how the FUCK are you gonna stop me?”
Marcus smiles wryly, “I don’t need to stop you, because you’re already dead, I’ll just mask sure you stay that way.”
“W-W-What the fuck, y-y-you wouldn’t dare?” Carl says as the blood drains from his cheeks as Marcus raises a revolver.
“It’s crazy what a dad will do to protect his kids,” Marcus says as he fires.