Blood Ties

Run away, run away is everything I been doing my entire life. Before that I only had to run away from the bullies at school, but now I have to run away from my father, and you know? That wasn't too hard. In school you can always hide, or you can be smarter than a bunch of idiots bigger than you because they had repeated so many grades they now were in eight grade and they all had beard, and soon they would have white hair. Stupid idiots. And from my father… well, it was easy: when eight of your sisters try to take you to bed every fucking minute of day, and have three of your daughters begging you to fuck them hard, you don't have enough time to spend with your heavy-metal loving fagg son.

So he had that covered; the few times his old man tried to spend time with him, Lemy only had to use an excuse or just leave the house, run away just like now, but this time he was running away from himself, and man, that was hard.

It started a couple months ago; it was like a voice inside his head, or a whisper in his body, a whisper in his veins. In the beginning it was soft, almost inaudible, but after some time, it turned into a scream, a scream in his ear that was telling him to…

No! He wouldn't figure out that words. Not even in his mind he would pronunce those words, those desires.

So he had to run away, he had to escape from the cry of his little sister, Lizy.

Lulu and Lizy were the only sisters he felt comfortable with, or maybe they felt comfortable with him, the others… well, the others hated him, didn't they? Yup, they hated him. Well girls, I have some news: I hate myself too, and maybe more now; I probably lost the only sister who I could talk with. There was Lulu, but she couldn't talk yet. Well, she couldn't talk any known language, but she made that noise like… Have you ever heard the sounf of the cicadas in the summer nights? It was something like that.

Now I'm wandering again; I've been doing it very often lately, so if you see I'm getting out of the topic, please take me back to earth, a slap in the nape will be enough. Hey boy, focus on the story, something like that. Maybe I sould start smoking less…

So here we go, walking aimlesly, just escaping like I've been doing my whole life. Where should I go? Should I go to IHOP? Maybe the dump? I don't know if you already know, but people get rid of a lot of shit that still work, relics that their parents and grandparents conserved, and milenials that now are adults, at least the ones that didn't killed themselves because they weren't idiots, get rid of them because fuck, this thing doesn't have a touch screen nor respond to my voice. Fucking ignorants, but you know what they say: a man's trash is another man's treasure, and Lemy had a lot of treasures thanks to jump the dump bars. Well, maybe what he had was trash, but fuck it, it was good trash, like that SONY PS-11W, a goddamn turntable from the 70's, that thing was a collectable, and someone threw it just because the needle was missing, the fucking needle! It wasn't even broken. Thanks god it was wrapped in a bunch of newspapers, and it was intact. If it were broken because someone threw it like if it was a beer bottle, I would be mad. So there you got me, in my little hole my father call "my room". I have one of the turntables most desired by the collectors, suck that Lupa, always bothering me when I'm fixing my stuff. Who fixed your ZIPPO when Leia threw it to the floor? Daddy? That pedo old man fixed it? It was him, Lupa? No, it was me. I'm the only one who fix everything in the goddamn house. Well, aunt Lana take care of the cars, but if it weren't by me, we wouldn't have a fridge, a microwave, and a dozen of things, including Loan's expensive consoles (sometimes she gets to exited and start kicking her stuff).

But is that enough? Nope, and it doesn't matter how good brother I might be, or how useful I'm in the house; all they all care about is…

Anybody would think than living in a family with ten adults working on a full time job, you would have a lot of money, but as fast as we make money, we spend it. Two dozens people can eat a lot, you know?

And I'm wandering again, I tought we had a deal man. Now I'm in front of the Royal Woods mall.

It's weird, you know? Normally, when I walk aimlessly, I end up in IHOP, but I guess it only happens when I lose myself in the forest. That´s how Lemy Loud is; always lost, always aimlessly.

Half an hour later, Lemy was walking among the locals and the showcases of expensive and beautiful stores that sell expensive and usless things. He passed a book store that showed the top best sellers of the moment in its entrace: a lot of teen bullshit. Lemy didn't knew a fuck about literature, those were aunt Lucy's domains, but he knew something: 500 shades of Gey was a very expensive toilet paper.

If you want something good to read, you have to go to the alleys and the little and old book stores, and look in the shelves full of yellowish and dusty books. Remember, a man's trash… well, it applies here too. I remember when aunt Lucy took me along with Lyra and Lupa to one of those secret book stores; it was great, not for the books, but because I spend time with my sisters and aunt. It was before I started to…

Come on man, don't lose your composture. You know? It was like a sore on the lip: it hurts, and if you tease it, it hurt even more and becomes bigger, but for some fucking reason you can't stop licking it.

Lemy was walking to a big clothing store, and while looking at the bland clothes, he looked at a big ad on the street where a blonde girl with some killing curves was wearing a formal pink dress. Yup, that was his aunt Lola in a big size, wearing that little dress, showing her long and perfect legs, making a Mona Lisa-like smile, and those eyes that invite you to sin. Aunt Lola did well, you know? She, unlike his mother, didn't had to stop modeling when she got pregnant. She even posed for a lingerie brand when she had 8 months of pregnancy, and fuck, she showed that maternity and sensuality can go together.

It's not like Lemy did an exahustive research of his aunt on the internet, and definitely he didn't touched himself thinking on her pregnant of his little sister Leia.

Lemy was about to leave, when someone called him.

"What are you doing, freak? You're fapping in public while thinking in your aunt? You don't have enough fucking her in your house?"

Lemy sighed, begging for streight to a god he didn't believed in.

There we go man. Remember I mentioned some bullies? Well, here they are.

Lemy didn't turned his head, nor showed signals of having heard them.

"Come on , abomination, we are talking to you"

The voice was difrent now. They are three, their names? Does that matter? Well, from left to right: Idiot1, idiot2, and very idiot.

Lemy finaly turn his head, and in front of him were The Three Stooges.

"Finally freak… what happen? We are not good enough for you? It's because our parents are not sibilings? Or your father doesn't let you talk with people he haven't fucked?

He had to give them that, they knew where to hit. But after so much time, you get used to it

"Actually, I can't talk with virgins, so I'm sorry if I'm being rude"

Idiot1 and Idiot2 balled their fists with anger. Very Idiot stayed silent; he didn't understood what was happening, he was just wating for Idiot1 to order him to attack. He was a well trained dog.

"And don't worry, I'm leaving now so you can see my aunt, 'cause well, it will be the closest you will be to a top model. I'm going to my house; you know, maybe my mother want to practice with me before her concert tonigt. You can ask your father to take you to the bar… Oh, I'm sorry, I totally forgot you don't have a father"

Idiot1's face was red with anger, but he didn't dare to do something in a place full of people and security cams. With a head movement, he called his dogs and left the place.

Lemy sighed; he won the battle, but the next Monday he would pay at the school. Fuck that too, disappoint Lizy hurt more than any punch or kick those three could give him.

He was walking, evading on prupose a specific site, an oasis in the middle of all this mediocrity and consumerism: The music store.

But, why would Lemy avoid a store dedicated to his hobby?

Well, because…

Lemy stopped thinking when his sight was drawed to a showcase, it was a toy store, expensive toys. Some time ago he stopped playing with cars and action figures, but what he was looking wasn't something like that: it was a dinosaur, a big and hiperrealist dinosaur that looked like a T-Rex, but much more threatening and dangerous. It was fucking scary, with all those toots and long arms… bastard was ugly.

It was perfect, fucking perfect. Lizy would love it.

The boy aproched at the showcase and saw the figure on its package; it must be 30 inches long and 20 inches tall. This thing was almost as big as Lizy, and look, is that a remote? Yup, it is. This jurassic mosnter can move!

There was no price, Lemy tought it was not to scare potential customers, but he was feeling the hit in his wallet already.

"It is the Indominus Rex from the Jurassic World movie. You know, the movie from 2015. Colin Trevorrow directed it" said the guy who antended the store, and he seems to know and enjoy his work, Lemy liked that. You can have a passion, something you love to do like collect stones, bird watching or fap to cartoon ponies (thanks God nobody in his house do something like that), but you have to do it well; go deeper, hit the gas, learn about it and become an expert. Lemy grew up surrounded by fanatics and passionate people, everyone on something difrent, but all of them were devoted and proud of it. Fuck what everyone else could think. Look at this guy, he seems to like toys, and he have his own store and work in what he loves. Lemy respected that.

"I dunno man, I'm more of Tarantino and Stanley Kurbick, but my little sister loves dinosaur movies, dinosaurs in general. How much do you want for it?"

"$250"

Okay, maybe he didn't liked that guy anymore.

Lemy left that place with his head down and his fists balled. Shit, he couldn't even buy a gift for his little sister. He really was useless, he deserved the hate of all his sisters.

If he weren't a lazy-ass, or if he looked for a job instread of waste his time picking up trash or smoking weed, maybe he would have money and… Thats it, his trash!

That's it man, he had valuable stuff in his house, remember? Even if he could sell something on internet, a collector would pay good money for them, and he needed the money now.

I know what you're thinking: does it matter if you give her the goddamn toy tomorrow or in three days? Well the cry and the sadness of Lizy hurt like a knife stabbed in my heart, and I don't know you, but if someone stabbed you in your heart, would you wait three days to take it out? Well, there you got your answer. I will not stand longer knowing my little sister is sad. I've been like that for two hours and it's too much. I will not hold it any longer.

So… I think I will have to go to that place, the music store. I don't want to go there man. Okay, I want to go badly, and that's the reason I don't want to go. I know it sound stupid, but I have no choice, so let's go.

Lemy was walking unsure to the second floor of the mall, and after some minutes he entered in a beautiful and cozy music store, or rather: the heaven on earth of every music lover.

And Lemy would spend half his life in that place, if it weren't for…

"Lemy!" a beautiful voice came flying like a butterfly to his ears.

And this is the reason for wich I wish to come to this place all the time, but also the reason I want to run away from there.

"Hey Lina" Come on boy, stay cool.

But Lemy's voice sounded high, like every time he talked with Lina.

Lina looked at him with a wide smile, and for a long minute, they stayed there looking at each other, but then she broke the silence.

"Looking for something in special? We just received some great guitar picks with awesome designs"

Lemy took some time to answer because for some reason his brain went in slow motion mode; everything seemed to go slower.

"Lemy?" she asked worried.

"Yeah, right, I'll buy all the picks you want…" said Lemy with with a dumb face while nodded at everything Lina said, but then he remembered Lizy's tears and woke up from his dream. "I mean, no, I'm not here to buy, I'm here to sell"

"Did I just heard Mr. Lemy I'll never give you my music treasures Loud said he wants to sell something?" said Sam who came from behind the counter with some sheet music and place them on the showcase while smiled mockingly towards her daughter and the Loud boy.

Heck; I knew this wouldn't be easy, but you don't have to make it harder Samantha. It is bad enough to know you want to take something from my collection and being here close to Lina, now you're making fun of my suffering?

"Hello Samantha, and yup, here you got me; I need money and I need it now. Could you give it to me? And I can give you my…" Lemy sighed. "My singed Slash poster"

Sam and Lina screamed like fangirls.

After some jumps and some exclamation a mother should never do in front of her daughter, Sam finally calm down.

"I never tought I would live to see the day you'd give away that poster" said Sam with a mocking smile. "Your family is not having money troubles, right? If that's the case you don't have to give me anything, I can borrow you some…"

"No, it's not that" Lemy blushed. Ok, his family was not the wealthiest, but he was not starving. "It's smething personal"

Sam looked at him suspiciously, and standing there as beautiful as she is, with that rebel rocker look and that young milf appearance, made Lemy twitch where he was standing.

Man, sometimes I don't know if I want Samantha to be my mother in law, or be Lina's stepfather. Oh, come on Lem, don't stain this two angels with your pervert desires. They're not your family, remember?

And looking at those blue eyes, Lemy surrenders and tell them everything.

"AWWWWW!" the two girls say with tenderness, and then they look at Lemy like if he was a kitty.

Lemy blushed; he didn't knew if he liked the way they were looking at him or not. On one side, it is nice to recieve some approval occasionally, instread of being despised all the time. And on the other hand, it is hard to know the girl(s) you like think you're a good boy, because you know what they say about them…

"All right boy, I'll give you the $300 I offered you before, I can't give you more. If I sell it you know I'll barelly have any gain" Sam said. Lemy wasn't sure; the last time he investigated on Amazon, a similar poster was around $450, but fuck it, he needed the cash.

"Deal. But this is the last time you scam me, Samantha" Lemy was smiling to his regret, he couldn't be mad at them.

"Come on Lemy, it'll be enough to buy your sister's gift, and you'll have left $50 to… I don't know… Take someone to eat ice cream" She said looking at Lina, who laughed sweetly.

Dude, have you ever noted that girl's laughter have somthing hypnotizing? Something that stuns you and makes you do whatever they say? It is the same with the tears. Damn, womens can make you do whatever they want one way or another, it isn't fair man.

"O-ok, that's fine" said Lemy. He didn't dare to invite her formally, he just looked at her supplicant.

"I'll go, but I want you to know I'm a girl with expensive pleasures" She said smiling, her piercings shining with the light of his beautiful face.

Remember a few minutes ago when I was complaining about mi life being BS? Now I wouldn't want any other life. You know? I like Lina, I really like her. In fact, she's the only girl outside my fam… she's the only girl I like, ok? She's my chance of being normal, of not being like the depraved I have to call father. So if it is going to cost me $150 to hang out with her, then so be it.

Lemy recieves the money, and leave the store followed closely by Lina; that beautiful girl who he share likes and interests with, and even if he doesn't know, they also share blood ties.

Blood Ties

Black lylis

Original author's note:

What's up? Here we have another chapter, it began very well and I tought on make it longer, but like I said before, I'm warming again. I didn't like the rythm it took at the end; maybe it was that I wrote inspired the first 2500 words, and then I let pass two days before finishing the chapter, and that screwed a little the narrative, so that's how things are; don't expect me to upload 10000 words chapters, for now I will focus on finishing the chapters.

So here we are with Lemy; with this and the next chapter I hope to make clear his relationship with Lizy, and that's how it will be with the others, soon we'll see how he get along with his sisters, his aunts and his mother and father. To give you an idea: in some fics, everyone end up being succesful, or end up with their dreams in the trash and resentful with life. I think it's more realistic if some of them managed to finish their studies, and the others don't. We'll find out along the story.