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Post by Hox on Jun 8, 2019 22:27:13 GMT
"Hox" | | | | | Have you ever just had a bad day? I mean, like a really bad fucking day. . The type of shit that gets sewed into your sub conscious and takes a foothold. Shattering your perceptions of what is meant to be and what was never supposed to happen, all you can do is wait. Wait for the final gunshot to ring out and the echo of the casing bouncing across the cold ground. Today was that day. And I had every reason to belong here. "Well?" I looked at my watch. The second hand ticked around the clock in agonizing fashion. A muzzle break pressed firmly against my forehead. All i could think about in this moment was how cold it was on my skin. Not of Abby. Not of the kids. Just the cold.. I'm a synical bastard.
"You want to die asshole?" One of them asked. I was really getting tired of the rhetorical questions. "Get his wallet." I lowered my arm finally, taking a rather lengthy stare at my watch. Today was not the day. I could feel Hector or Paco or whoever's fingers pulling into my back pocket. The jeans pulling tight against my bulge showing just how big my balls were. Metophorically and in every sense of the word. "How much he got holmes?" The gun wielding panicky bitch inquired. "1....2...This is a twenty. That's 22 right? Wait theirs a 5 in here how much is that man?" Third rate thugs with a third grade education.
I almost felt sorry for what came next. But then again... I'm synical. It started in my fingers. Just a tingle. Growing rapidly and pushing through the pours of my skin. I could feel it's energy racing along my arms. Diving over my shoulders and spreading through my core. It was awake. And it was just as pissed off as I was. I'd be lying if i said i didn't enjoy the smirk taking control of my face. "The fuck you smiling for?!?"
My triumph pissed him off. The hard but of the gun cracked my skull. Everything went black for awhile. It's okay. I can revel in the fact that black was slowly bleeding into red. The tingle was burning now. Not just a tingle but hot on the tips of my fingers as it's energy escaped me. There weren't just two assholes in the alley anymore but four. And two of them were twins. That's what happens when your vision gets fucked over by a couple of bario bitches with no real street cred.
I woke up just in time to see the show. Flames licking at the leather sleeves on my arms as it pulled away from me. Forgive me boys. There's a monster inside of me. And it must eat. I was still smiling lying in the gutter with blood trickling down the side of my face. It reached the corner of my mouth and i licked at it with my tongue just to fuel the beast's rage a little more. That's right. They drew blood. As my need for vindication grew so did the roar that spilled into the alley. I could see little man already pissing his pants. Still clutching my $27 in his balled up fists. Just enough to buy a couple of hotdogs, a pack of smokes a few lottery scratchers and a slurpee from the 7-11. That's how much his fucking life was worth to him. Moron.
Flames pulled away from my skin as the air around me caught fire in it's beautiful form. It spread it's wings and it covered the building behind me. Thank god it was brick or the fire department would be rushing out of their bedrooms in their fucking nightsocks and skivys. Embers rained over me like snow. It didn't hurt though. Sitting up i pulled out my cigarettes and used one of the falling embers to light it. Catching it on the tip and taking a deep drag as daddy's monster quenched his violent rage. The hoodrats looked at me as if i were actually going to make it stop.
I looked up above me and the majestic creature flapped it's wings sending flames and gusts scattering through the alley. Orange flames lit up the scattered puddles like a fantastic light show. The heat must've been incredible. I only felt a cool breeze from the flapping wings. " This is the part where you run." I said with a smile. Sound advice. Even a couple of pecker jerking fuckboys like these understood that universal language of fear. I stood up and felt the wet spot on the back of my head. Motherfucktard. The smile died away. Fast little fuckers weren't they. Not fast enough. I jerked my head in a 'go get em' motion and with a sharp whistle the beast took flight. The tips of his wings catching fire to random trash and forsaken newspapers in the alley with every flap of it's glorious wingspan.
The first one was swallowed completely. Engulfed in flames and turned to ash where he stood. The only thing left behind was a pair of smoking Nikes. Someone should have told him. "just don't do it." Too late for that shit . The second one was a skillful evader. Using a garbage lid as a shield against the flames, though holding the metal lid against his arm burned the fuck out of his skin as the creature spit a fireball at him. If it were plastic he would have a new permenant arm accessory. Fuck it. I pulled out a gun and with snap aim put a bullet in his knee. The gunshot was almost as loud as the ptydactyol screech of the bird of fire. The second the trashcan lid fell to his side another bullet conqured his brain.
I couldn't let the beast burn him alive. Not when he still had my $27. With a whistle and a nod i called the beast back. I almost felt empty without it there, lying dormant in my rib cage. Like a piece of me was gone. And I knew the beast would never hurt me. He was like my guardian, my protector. He played with my fucking kids for christ's sakes. It was like their pet! Somewhere off in the distance i could here the droning wail of sirens. The boys in blue or the boys in red. Bad news for me. Bad news for the beast. I didn't want to see what happened if firefighters tried to put out his fire. The beast circled around.and swam through the air right at me.
I welcome it home with open arms. Holding my arms out to the side like I was going to embrace it in a fucking hug! The thing moved fast. Screeching and howling in excitment at what it had done. Daddy was so proud. It was as tall as a fucking building. It pointed it's beak right at my chest. Flames and dancing embers dripping off it's featherless fowl form. I didn't move. I didn't have too. Just a warm embrace and a growing smile as it plunged into my chest and stored itself away.... Sitting pretty....In my rib cage. I could feel the warmth in my stomach and it settled there. It screeched one more time only the sound echoed around in my head. "Shhhhh..." I implored it to sleep with a job well done.
My slick italian shoes clicked over the pavement as i strolled up to retrieve my dough. Pulling out my phone i could see three missed calls. Abby's going to have a fucking fit if i don't call her back. Dial 1. That's her speedial.... I let it ring as i walked over and snatched up the cash. A little charred around the edges but still spendable. Third ring now... Where the fuck was she? I wondered as i dug through homie's pockets. I slipped his wallet into my jacket pocket as her voice filled my ear. Such sweet soft sounds could ail a dying man. "Hey babe... I got a little delayed. Did you still want me to pick you up some smokes and a few lottery scratters?" So fucking casual.
Hoxton held the phone against his ear with his shoulder and pulled a few rings of the dead guy's fingers. They didn't want to come off. The melted skin kinda made problems, the sirens got louder and he decided to bail. Running down the alley to his bike. He shouldn't have taken this fucking shortcut. "How are the kids? They being good?? I'll be home soon.... Sirens? I don't hear any sirens.... Of course I'm not getting into trouble. I see you soon." All apologies and sweet touchy feely kisses. I knew i was in deep dog shit. Nothing a charming smile and a few well placed butter up compliments and puppy dog eyes can't fix.
To be honest Floyd was all too happy to run to the store in the first place. Her parents were driving him fucking crazy. They didn't like Floyd one bit. 'The feeling is mutual assholes.' He thought bitterly. If he wasn't so fucking crazy in love with her he would have never married into this batshit crazy family. That's the price you pay for the woman of your dreams though. Small price to pay... Floyd straddled his bike and sped off only two minutes after her left police were flooding the alley way. Lucky fucker.
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Post by Abby Hoxton on Jun 20, 2019 6:07:58 GMT
Let the sun illuminate
the words that you could not find
Indiana, such a beautiful place. Especially when family is waiting for your arrival. Having gotten the requested time off from work, Abby was ecstatic that Hox actually had some time to get away from the club. It had been about a year since seeing her parents and the girls had wanted to visit them. They were the only grandparents they had and she didn’t want to keep them apart. But seeing as how they didn’t approve of all of Abby’s life choices, she didn’t exactly like talking to them at the moment.
Even now as her mother was going on and on about their neighbor Ms. Bismen and her single son who was a dentist. “Mom, I’m not single. I'm happily married with two beautiful girls. Would you honestly have them if I wasn’t with Hox?” Her mother went silent for a moment. “He’s not the right man for you.” Her mother said as she chopped carrots for the dish she was making.
Sighing Abby stood up and left the kitchen shaking her head some. Her parents had never approved of her love for Hox, and especially not tying her life to him forever. She had been raised in a strictly catholic home and Hox was everything that her parents didn’t want her to be with. They wanted her with that all american, boy wonder kind of man. But they had always been the boring by the books type. It wasn’t her. She went with someone that made her feel whole. “Zoe, Gracie, you better be playing and not trying to get into your Mimi’s pretty’s.” Abby called.
Almost on cue she could hear them running through the upstairs hall. They had tried getting into her crafts room again. Abby lightly giggled, “That’s what I thought little girlies.” The girls both laughed a little and a door creaked as they went back to their play room. ‘How did I get so lucky?’ She thought to herself. A solemn smile on her lips as she pulled out her phone to call Hox. She had sent him out for just a few things and an hour later he still wasn’t back.
She knew why it was taking so long, or at least part of why. The tension between both married couples was suffocating. With it being her parents home she wanted to be able to make them happy, but that was all part of the past now. She couldn’t make them happy all the time and it was something she was still trying to get used to. She looked at the lock screen. A picture of Hox holding the girls on his shoulders with a big grin stared back at her.
Sighing she pressed the call button and listened to the ringing. When it reached voicemail, she was somewhat put off. He never let her calls go to voicemail… She tried again, and the same thing happened. Worry mixed with slight anger. Again, she dialed his number and like the last two times she waited until the voicemail. Her smile faded into a frown as she glared at the phone. Out of the corner of her eye she could see her father watching and shaking his head. Her face began to burn from the embarrassment and anger.
Walking up the stairs she went into the guest room that she and Hox share. It had actually been her room once upon a time. Way before Hox, she had been a pretty big girlie girl. At least in her mother’s eyes. She was much more of a hippie really. Maybe that was because of her connection to the earth. Her mind wandered back to the first night they met.
Getting lost in memory lane Abby was deaf to the sound of her phone for a bit. That is until Zoe came in and hugged her leg. “Mama, phone ringin’.” She said and Abby shook her head. “Thanks baby. Go make sure Gracie is staying out of trouble okay? Dinner is almost ready.” Ruffling Zoe’s hair the small girl giggled and nodded before running off her arms spread out like she was flying.
Answering she put her ear to the phone. "Hey babe... I got a little delayed. Did you still want me to pick you up some smokes and a few lottery scratters?" So fucking casual. That just ticked her off. “Yeah, remember get the hundred, not the regular.” Letting out a breath she laid back on the bed, her blonde hair splayed out. Her free arm raised above her head. "How are the kids? They being good??” She smiled as he asked. Getting up, she walked over to the playroom. Leaning against the doorframe she nodded. “Yeah, they’re being little angels. Just like always. It’s been about an hour when you gonna be home?”
“I'll be home soon....” Though as Hox said that she couldn’t help but overhear something in the background. That sound was a familiar high pitched siren. “Damn it Floyd, why do I hear sirens?” She tried to keep her voice hushed as she walked away. The girls didn’t need to hear this part of the conversation. Though they knew that tone of voice easily. “Daddy’s in trouble wif mama ‘gain.” Zoe said and Gracie stood up to follow after her mama. “Sirens? I don't hear any sirens....” He tried countering, but she knew better. “You aren’t trying to get yourself into trouble just to get away from my parents are you?”
“Of course I'm not getting into trouble. I see you soon." Puffing out her cheeks as she thought for a moment she honestly wouldn’t put it past him. Bastard leaving her to deal with her parents on her own. “Alright, just be careful. I love you.” She said before the line beeped as it ended. He’d probably come back with everything she wanted and give her that big bad boy smile she loves so much and she’ll swoon like a dog in heat. It worked every time. She wondered sometimes if she would ever be able to stay mad at him. But thinking about it, she never wanted that day to come.
“Dinner is ready!” Her mother called from downstairs. That's when Gracie bumped into the back of Abby's legs. Putting her phone in her pocket she swiftly twirled and swept her daughter up into her arms. Gracie giggled as she spun before heading down the stairs. "Come on Zoe, town to eat." She called and the little pitter patter of feet followed close behind her. She hoped Hox would be back soon. She didn't want to deal with awkward dinner conversation alone.
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Post by Hox on Jun 21, 2019 18:11:29 GMT
"Hox" | | | | | When I finally arrived home, or at least the thought of one; I was greeted by a soft breeze. The air pushing itself against my skin and sending shivers down my spine. The sort of thing you think about when you're laying in bed trying and failing to fall asleep. That subtle comfort that only really shows up right before you walk into a shit storm. There was a cigarette playing a highwire act on my lower lip. The stench of the but really cleared out my sinuses. But it was my last smoke. Shit. I had forgot the cigerettes. Get the 100's none of that shorts crap. She wasn't gonna be happy. Even less so if i suggest another trip out to the store to get some.
A fella can dream. Turning off the engine Hox only sat there. He wasn't dying to go inside, even if he was dying for a drink. He had rode his bike here. All the way the fuck to Indiana. He said it was about giving himself time to think about how to best handle her parents, but that was a flimsy excuse. Of course it was club shit. While he was down here he had 3 pounds of coke and a half dozen pistols to sell over state lines. Some old flame contact that he had never really broken things off with.
An ex-girlfriend and a gun runner. A twofer. Now Hox wasn't a scumbag. The idea of cheating on Abigail never even crossed his mind. But he knew the old flame was still hot for him and she would give him more than a fair price. The flirting wasn't reciprocated but he would take the old fuck buddy's discount and pocket an easy 3 g's. Was it filthy? Yeah, probably. He didn't exactly feel good about it. But that was college money for the girls. Hox wasn't stupdi enough to think that his line of work didn't come with risk. As much as he loved his daughters he knew there could be a time when his club got him killed. It wasn't something he took lightly but he was always tucking money aside for his family. Just in case of a rainy day and a phone call from the police asking you to identify your husband's body.....
The cigarette, if you could still call it that was all but a but now. Still, sitting there on my lower lip. I didn't have the heart to throw it out yet. I would need another cigarette after only fifteen minutes here. We had arrived today and i still haven't made myself known.. I made up some excuse about seeing an Indiana charter member about official business. Really my official business was meeting some chick i used to screw to get a deep deep discount on some guns and blow. Fuck. I'm an asshole. But it was for the girls. I take no pleasure in it.
Stepping off his bike he walked tiredly up to the front porch. Pausing only a moment to lean over the small white picket fence that seperated Carla's yard from the neighbor's. Hox ripped out a hand full of flowers from the neighbor's garden and settled them into a makeshift bouquet. Could't show up empty handed. His heavy boots jingled with every step. Along with the jingly metal straps on his leather Saint's jacket. The words Saints Orginal stitched into the worn leather. Be proud of that. "Hey dummy! Over here! I want to talk to you a second." It was Harold. Piece of shit. Hox sighed and walked over to the garage.
Carefully taking the cement sidewalk instead of stepping on the grass. Harold was touchy about that shit. "What?" Hox said. His eyes dull and disinterested he was already half paying attention at the start of the conversation. Harold didn't even bother to notice. "You too good to show up when you're invited somewhere?" He asked rudely. "I had to handle some business." Hox begrungingly replied. "Business that means breaking the law? Look asshole. Your a scummer and a crook. I don't want you anywhere near my daughter. Why don't you do the decent thing and get the fuck out of here?!? Go bang some dumb waitress who's waist size is the same as her IQ. A girl like that you could get on with." Hox rolled his eyes. Now he was full listening. "Listen you geeky fuck! The only reason I'm here is because of your daughter. Because for some reason she still gives a fuck what you assholes think. I don't. Don't make that mistake. I ain't going anywhere. So blow me."
I finally did take the cigarette out of my mouth. It was funny as hell watching it flick bounce of Harold's windshield. His precious mustang. He loves that fucking car more than Abby. Or so it would seem. As I walked back up the porch steps, a light came on. Almost blinded me. What was that halogen? "Hello Floyd. Good of you to finally show up."
Floyd smirked. "At least I did something good." He slyly remarked. "Here. These were for you." He said with a tone of complete disinterest as he shoved the flowers into her and walked past her. "There's my girls!" They boy came bounding over to him. Floyd was a lot of things but bad father was never one of them. Everything he did was for his family. He cast Abby a 'are you kidding?' look when she came in. "Will you be staying for dinner Floyd? Or you have to run off into the dead of night again like a thug?" Hox was really grinding his teeth at this point.
"Hey. Let's talk." He said calmly walking past Abby, knowing she would follow. Floyd didn't even bother to look behind as he could hear her plodding footsteps behind him as he made his way out to the sunroom for a little privacy. "I'm going to kill them. I really am Abs...." Not only was he pacing now but he was visibly frustrated. He couldn't control his Aura, the creature which he called "Fox" if he couldn't keep his emotions under control. "Last thing I want is for the girls to see their pet rip their granparents to shreads." This had happened before ya know. There was presidence. Hox had lost it on a drill instructor in the army. Damn near killed the sorry sack of shit.
It earned him a nice dishonorable discharge. Once upon a time Hox could have been someone worth knowing. He could have done something completely different with his life. But because he got kicked out of the army standing up for a 90 lbs nothing who was clearly trying to be drummed out because he wasn't deemed strong enough; Hox found himself lost. For a good long while. He missed that sense of brotherhood and bound he had formed there. Hell, he still wore dog tags around his neck. Still..... Of all the places his life could have taken him.......
I find myself here. I don't want to kill Carla and Harold. Well, not completely. But if shit gets out of my control.... Well.... I don't want to traumatize the girls when grandpa disinegrates. I could see them watching the argument through the window in the living room. My private circus on dispaly like a monkey show. They really did enjoy watching me squirm. You know it's not even fair.... I look into her eyes and it's hard to stay mad. Shit, I'm not even mad anymore.
Hox looked deep into Abby's eyes and he realized that every time he wondered....Yes, She was in fact worth all the bullshit. Hox couldn't hear what grandpa and grandma were saying just beyond the closed door. "Gampa where's daddy?" Harold looked down at the youngest of the two who was able to speak quite well for her miniture stature. "Your daddy's right over there sweetheart. Being a scumbag to mommy." He said in a sickeningly cheerful voice. As if he and Gracie were playing a game, a fun game! Call shit talk Daddy.
"Very soon baby we won't have to worry about daddy because gamma and gampa are positioning for custody." He said gleefully. While sending a icy glare back at Hox who wasn't yelling at Abigail anymore but looking lovingly into her eyes. "Custderdy?" Zoe asked. "It means you'll get to see gamma and gampa alot more. Wouldn't you girls like that?" He asked. Zoe cheered exicitedly while younger Gracie just nodded her head. All the while Gamma stood beside him with her arms crossed. Watching the pathetic Romeo and Juliet filth going on in front of her between Abigail and that Damn Floyd. |
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Post by Abby Hoxton on Jun 22, 2019 6:14:38 GMT
Let the sun illuminate
the words that you could not find
As soon as Hox stepped into the door her mother was already berating Hox. Honestly this was starting to get old. They’d already been married for six years. Why couldn’t they just accept that she found someone that loves her for her and wanted to give her the world. Who dealt with the ridicule and snide comments to be there for and with her? It was honestly breaking her heart.
An apologetic look came over her features as she had followed Hox out to the sunroom. The sunset riding over the horizon, though it provided light everything still felt dark. Her parents eyes casting over them like the devil’s shadow. They had always preached the sermons they had attended but never did they actually practice acceptance and love. And this wasn’t the first time Hox had aired his grievances with her about wanting to kill her parents. She honestly didn’t blame him for feeling this way.
“I’m sorry, honey. I wish I knew what to do to get them off your back. I really do.” Her arms crossed over her chest as she looked down from Hox’s face. She couldn’t look him in the eye knowing there was nothing within her power to stop them from acting this way. Maybe she had to make them realize nothing was going to tear them apart, or maybe...she just needed to stop talking to them altogether.
Her long hair fell in front of her face as she sniffled some. Abby could be an emotional person sometimes, but normally she has always been grounded and go with the flow. She wasn’t ignorant, but she did ignore a large majority of her parents comments about having her go to the divorce lawyer they’ve talked with. She honestly couldn’t believe that they would go so far as doing that.
She didn’t take that sitting down either. It was one reason why they hadn’t visited for christmas last year. Abby hadn’t told Hox though, he’d have made it permanent. The only reason they were here was because of the girls. They didn’t need to be dragged into the feud going on between them. They deserve the chance to love their grandparents. But that didn’t stop the heartbreaking feeling in her ribs. Her heart hammering hard, and eyes wanting to burst at the seams with tears.
She didn’t allow that though. She wasn’t going to give her parents more ammunition against Hox for false accusations. She wouldn’t put it past them to call the cops over a little tear from her feeling inadequate because of them. He didn’t deserve to be treated like shit, and no matter what she said her parents never took her seriously. It was like what she said never mattered. This is why it was so different with Hox. He actually listened to her, gave her the attention she craved for since meeting him.
Looking back up her eyes were slightly red. She could see the love reflected in his eyes and she stepped closer. “I love you, and you know that will never change.” She spoke as she wrapped her arms around his torso. Her sorrow and anger wanted to rush out in a raging rock slide but she couldn’t do that. Letting that go, it could be disastrous with her powers. But she had a feeling that this visit might make her use them. Leaning her head on his chest she closed her eyes. Why couldn’t they see this was hurting her? Was status and people’s perceptions really more important to them than her happiness?
“So, where are my smokes? I need one right now.” Feeling Hox stiffen up some she looked up to see the sheepish kind of smile. “You didn’t get them...did you?” She asked and seeing the look on his face just confirmed it. “You meanie head.” She spoke like a spoiled little brat. But she wasn’t overly upset until she realized he would have to go back out and get them. Though that train of thought was interrupted by a very upset scream from Gracie.
Sometime during the sickeningly sweet end to the conversation Carla and Harold had taken the girls to the dinner table. They had sat them down and filled their plates. Though the girls were very picky about what they ate. Zoe absolutely loved eating her vegetables and fruits, as did Gracie, but neither girl liked meat other than hot dogs and chicken nuggets. Having roast beef on their plate they ignored it and ate the carrots and cooked potatoes. Gamma didn’t think that it would be such a problem and forced a piece of beef in Gracie’s face. Refusing to open her mouth, she thought Mimi wouldn’t try again, until it was forced into her mouth.
“MAMA! MAMA! MAMA!” She screamed and cried. Her face bright read as tears, snot and saliva dribbled down her face. “Gracie baby it’s oka-” Carla was about to reassure her that she was fine until Abby burst through the sunroom door. Moving quickly over to the high chair she pulled Gracie from the seat and held her close. “Shh shh shh, it’s okay baby girl. Mama’s here. What did you do to her?”
“I did nothing. I just tried to get her to eat a small little sliver of beef. That’s it.” Her mother tried to look more innocent than annoyed, but the smile on her lips was forced. “She and Zoe don’t eat beef mom. You know that.” Abby glared. “Because you both don’t try to broaden their taste buds. You just give them junk food and sugar.” Was her mother questioning how they parented now? “Excuse me?” Soft tremors started in the ground. The chandelier above the table swung as she held Gracie who nuzzled her head into Abby's neck sniffling and softly whimpering. This was the first day they had come to visit and now, Abby regretted it with every fiber of her entire being.
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Post by Hox on Jun 27, 2019 0:27:58 GMT
"Hox" | | | | | It didn't matter that he was in pain. It didn't matter that Hoxton was just a man trying to figure out how to deal with his in-laws. The kids came first. It was the only secondary reason he had put up with this bullshit for so long. Abby was the other part. He would swim through lake of hell fire for her. And he would do it with a smile. Loyalty was important. Loyalty was everything. She was his ride or die and he was hers.
Following Abby out into the dining room Hox's face was pulled into a disgusted look when his eyes fell upon her parents, but they quickly grew softer as they settled on the girls. There he was standing there in his leather cut with the saints logoy dangling over his shoulders. A chain bracelet jingled on his wrist. He had always liked it for fashion reasons, but mostly because he could wrap it around his fist and punch someone in the face with hard metal.
It would be nice to show Harold his bracelet sometime. But that was besides the point. He swooped in over his small family and scooped up the crying child. "Shhh... It's okay. How about daddy read you a story huh?" She was still sniffling but most of her tears had dried away. Nodding her head with somewhat enthusiasm the girl hugged her father and he rubbed her back. "Family dinner is over." He said with finality. It was in a friendly chipper child friendly voice, but the adults could read the scorn in his eye.
"How about I read you the story of the three little pigs?" He said as his footsteps could be heard lumbering up the stairs. He left Abby to say what she had to to her parents. The other daughter followed quickly up behind not wanting to miss story time even though she would pretend she was told old for story time; she had to act cool about it and all, she still enjoyed the time with her father despite the activity she was all for story time if it meant she got to see dad.
Pausing on the stairs long enough to give Abby a look that said come upstairs soon please, he took the girls into the room where he would begin to make up his own version of the three little pigs. A version in which the big bad wolf acted a lot like Harold and the three little pigs were his patience, his understanding, and his anger control. Spoiler..... The big bad wolf didn't win at the end of this one.
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Post by Abby Hoxton on Jul 31, 2019 7:54:58 GMT
Let the sun illuminate
the words that you could not find
This honestly had been the first time her mother was openly insulting her. Not just her, but her husband, but the sting was worse now. She let Hox take the girls upstairs, grateful to have them away from her eventual outburst. She couldn’t hide it anymore. She was beyond livid. Taking a deep breath she turned her attention back to her parents who began to clean up their food. “Well, this has just been a waste of good food.” Her mother complained. She wasn’t even upset at the girls being taken away. She was more worried about the fucking food!? “Do you hear yourselves when you talk?”
Her parents stopped in their tracks and turned to face her. “You want to bad talk people, go back to fucking high school! You want to be childish and complain, and whine about every god damned choice I make because it’s not your own? Get the fuck over it!” Her mother dropped the glass pan holding the pot roast. Glass shattered everywhere, brown gravy splattering over cabinets and the floor. “Abbigail! You will not-”
“NO! YOU WILL NOT INTERRUPT ME!” The ground shook harder, the floor groaned with tremors. Her parents went silent as they looked around and then back to her. They knew Hox was a mutant. They had seen the girls playing with that...thing before. Though they had no clue their daughter was a monster as well.“I am so sick and tired of you both talking shit about my husband. It’s one thing to do it around me, but around my daughters? That’s disgusting. It’s despicable! And just now, insulting my parenting in front of them? Do you want them to respect you as their grandparents?” For moments she stood in silence with them as they looked to each other for an answer. “Well, yes of cour-”
“Then stop this bullshit and actually act like you give a damn about me and your grandchildren!” Her shoulders shook harder as she held back the tears. She wasn’t going to cry in front of them. They’d just turn it around, that Hox had told her to lose it like this. It’s like, to them, she had no thoughts or feelings of her own. It was dictated by people in her life. People they saw as terrible influences. But that was just the opposite. Floyd had been such a good influence for her, and she hoped it was the same for him in some areas of his life.
“If you keep this up, no matter what it is. I will never bring the girls around here again. I kept them away from you for a whole year...don’t make me do that again. Please… you’re the only other part of my family that I have. I don’t want to keep you from their lives. But this constant negativity and belittling needs to end. They’ll never learn respect for anyone if you keep this up. And I don’t want that for them.” She said. Her voice had fallen in pitch as she tried calming herself down. “I need to go and sleep now. Sleep well...goodnight.”
Parting ways she walked up the stairs. Her feet carried her to the bathroom where she locked the door for a moment. Leaning over the sink, she stared into the porcelain bowl. Turning on the faucet she cupped water in her hands and splashed it on her face. It was one way to keep her cool, but today wasn’t one of those days. She couldn’t hold them back anymore. Being here was miserable. It wasn’t a home she wanted to be in anymore. It wasn’t a home at all. It was a prison. Not just for her, but the man in her life as well. She wasn’t easily shaken from her beliefs, though this was years of constant complaints and ways of trying to break her down. Her parents didn’t seem to care at all. How the hell was she their daughter?
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Post by Hox on Aug 3, 2019 0:32:28 GMT
Her "Hox" | | | | | It didn't take long to get the girls to fall asleep. They were tired from the long day of traveling to get here to Indiana in the first place. Hox was more than happy to see them smiling as they fell asleep. He grabbed Gracie's foot and tucked it under the blanket as it had fallen out of be and he kissed them both on the head as he closed the door quietly behind him.
Downstairs he could hear the raised voices. Abby was really laying into her parents. He stood at the top of the stairs leaning over the railing and listening for a moment. He respected everything she was saying and it made him feel good to hear her sticking up for him like that. He never believed that he deserved Abby. Not in a million years and before she had met him Hox was a lot worse of a guy.
Her parents had been right at first. He was a bad influence. A criminal biker with a heavy drug problem and a bad temper. But she evened him out. Leveled his violence to something managable, acceptable. He honestly didn't give a shit if they left tomorrow. He wouldn't feel the least bit bad about it. His business across state lines had been concluded and he had a cool $20,000 sitting on the desk in the guest room he and Abby shared. HE didn't want to leave it in the saddle back on the bike.
He had some glocks some revolvers and a few MP5's serious hardware that he had snuck across state lines in a backpack. Now he was flushed with club cash and though he would love to run away from the club and shower this money on his family it would be a death wish. Floyd wanted out of the club. He did. He wanted to get his family away from the violence and the death. It was fine when he was just a punk running on his own... It was less fine when he met Abby. It was hard to stomach now that he had the girls.
He felt like a piece of shit weighing the pros and cons of letting a brother die and never seeing his family again whenever they got into dangerous situations. HE found that the club life just wasn't worth the risk to him anymore. Not with his family hanging in the balance. Floyd was going to listen to a bit more of the conversation when his phone went off. It was a text from Roach. What the fuck does he want? Floyd wondered.He wasn't even in Floyd's charter.
Text message:
Ever been to Georgia Floyd? It's nice there. Your family would really like it. I'm going to talk to Takoda about issuing you a transfer. I like you kid. You have real potential and you could earn well for me and my charter. |
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