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Ch.6 Insult
**Beginning of May**
Pan looked through Marissa's photo album passing photos of a young bald man and a young Marissa. She smiled at a family portrait taken just before Marissa's brother was born. She looked about three with tiny brown-black ringlets, dark eyes and pale pink cheeks. Pan turned the page to see a photo of Marissa's baby sister Anastasia on her sixth birthday. On the side of the page was a date; December 16,1990.
"Marissa!" Pan yelled. Marissa came into the living room in a stained white t-shirt.
"What?" She asked. Pan flipped to a picture of the bald man.
"Is that your dad?" Marissa looked down at the picture.
"Yes, it is." She answered. "That picture was taken on my thirteenth birthday."
"Your dad was pretty cute." Pan said.
"I know." Marissa answered. "My dad was a real ladies man but I was always number one girl."
"What about your sister?"
"She was adopted when she was born. I grew up with her up until she turned six."
"What happened then?"
"My mother kidnapped me thinking it could help the divorce."
"I see." Pan turned the page and saw a few sonogram photographs. "Is this- ?" Marissa nodded.
"I have more upstairs in my room. I'll get them later but right now I need to finish changing the oil for the Tauras." Marissa went out the back door. Pan continued to read the information written off to the side of the pictures.
**Outside**
Marissa unscrewed the cap from the bottle of motor oil. Travis stood behind her watching her movements. Jarrod could tell that Marissa was beginning to show signs of agitation.
"Travis back off." Jarrod warned. Travis moved closer.
"Paine you better move your happy ass back." Marissa warned.
"I'm just checking your baby here." Travis said moving in more.
"Travis if she kicks your ass I'm going to let her." Julie said from inside the garage.
"Marissa wouldn't be able to do such a thing." Travis said patting her back. "Her bastard of a father didn't teach her how to fight." He had done it. Marissa turned and planted her fist in the center of Travis' face, breaking his nose and sending him flying about ten feet. He got up and wiped the blood pouring from his nose and began to run at Marissa. A punch flew at her face but was stopped quickly when she grabbed it and turned his hand breaking his wrist. Travis screamed.
"How dare you say that about my father!" Marissa said coldly.
"You sorry ass mother fucking bitch." He said. Marissa began kicking him in the stomach uncontrollably. Jarrod and Julie rushed forward and began to pull her away from him. She fought restraining hands screaming.
"Never ever say that about my father."
"Marissa calm down." Julie said.
"Let me go." Marissa finally said. Travis was crawling away weakly. The two released her and she picked Travis up by the shirt. "I hope you remember this little lesson because next time you'll have more than just a broken nose and a fractured wrist." She said dropping him and returning to the house.
"Damn she really packs a punch." Travis said standing. "I have never been hit that hard."
"Trav listen to me," Julie said. "Marissa isn't the number one person anybody wants to piss off."
"I can tell. Is that the Bitchmode that Aaron talks about?"
"No, that's your warning. You're lucky she didn't kill you." Jarrod told him. "Now get lost." Travis left.
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Marissa: Why exactly am I so defensive?
Travis: Yeah really. My face hurts and my wrist hurts.
Me: And your point is?
SS-Mars: I don't know why Travis is whining its not like Marissa killed him.
Me: **grins evilly**
Travis: Don't give her ideas.
Ch.6 Insult
**Beginning of May**
Pan looked through Marissa's photo album passing photos of a young bald man and a young Marissa. She smiled at a family portrait taken just before Marissa's brother was born. She looked about three with tiny brown-black ringlets, dark eyes and pale pink cheeks. Pan turned the page to see a photo of Marissa's baby sister Anastasia on her sixth birthday. On the side of the page was a date; December 16,1990.
"Marissa!" Pan yelled. Marissa came into the living room in a stained white t-shirt.
"What?" She asked. Pan flipped to a picture of the bald man.
"Is that your dad?" Marissa looked down at the picture.
"Yes, it is." She answered. "That picture was taken on my thirteenth birthday."
"Your dad was pretty cute." Pan said.
"I know." Marissa answered. "My dad was a real ladies man but I was always number one girl."
"What about your sister?"
"She was adopted when she was born. I grew up with her up until she turned six."
"What happened then?"
"My mother kidnapped me thinking it could help the divorce."
"I see." Pan turned the page and saw a few sonogram photographs. "Is this- ?" Marissa nodded.
"I have more upstairs in my room. I'll get them later but right now I need to finish changing the oil for the Tauras." Marissa went out the back door. Pan continued to read the information written off to the side of the pictures.
**Outside**
Marissa unscrewed the cap from the bottle of motor oil. Travis stood behind her watching her movements. Jarrod could tell that Marissa was beginning to show signs of agitation.
"Travis back off." Jarrod warned. Travis moved closer.
"Paine you better move your happy ass back." Marissa warned.
"I'm just checking your baby here." Travis said moving in more.
"Travis if she kicks your ass I'm going to let her." Julie said from inside the garage.
"Marissa wouldn't be able to do such a thing." Travis said patting her back. "Her bastard of a father didn't teach her how to fight." He had done it. Marissa turned and planted her fist in the center of Travis' face, breaking his nose and sending him flying about ten feet. He got up and wiped the blood pouring from his nose and began to run at Marissa. A punch flew at her face but was stopped quickly when she grabbed it and turned his hand breaking his wrist. Travis screamed.
"How dare you say that about my father!" Marissa said coldly.
"You sorry ass mother fucking bitch." He said. Marissa began kicking him in the stomach uncontrollably. Jarrod and Julie rushed forward and began to pull her away from him. She fought restraining hands screaming.
"Never ever say that about my father."
"Marissa calm down." Julie said.
"Let me go." Marissa finally said. Travis was crawling away weakly. The two released her and she picked Travis up by the shirt. "I hope you remember this little lesson because next time you'll have more than just a broken nose and a fractured wrist." She said dropping him and returning to the house.
"Damn she really packs a punch." Travis said standing. "I have never been hit that hard."
"Trav listen to me," Julie said. "Marissa isn't the number one person anybody wants to piss off."
"I can tell. Is that the Bitchmode that Aaron talks about?"
"No, that's your warning. You're lucky she didn't kill you." Jarrod told him. "Now get lost." Travis left.
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Marissa: Why exactly am I so defensive?
Travis: Yeah really. My face hurts and my wrist hurts.
Me: And your point is?
SS-Mars: I don't know why Travis is whining its not like Marissa killed him.
Me: **grins evilly**
Travis: Don't give her ideas.