"Tybalt is an ill nourished harpy!" A small boy taunted as another brown haired boy stalked past him, fists clenched as he tried to keep his temper under control. Twitch, this was the third time this week that Mercutio and his gang teased him, and it wouldn't be the last. His eyes down cast as he walked straight ahead, his temper rising up more than ever.
"Why aren't you fighting? Is Tybalt scared? Ickle Tybalt is scared!" The group burst out laughing. Tybalt snapped. He whirled around and socked a punch at the nearest face. A loud crack was heard as blood splattered onto the ground.
"He broke my nose!" A young boy wailed as he backed away from the group, blood seeping out from his fists as they clenched around his lopsided nose. Tybalt smirked and looked at the other boys, as if daring them to come forward. After a bit of glaring and shifting around Mercutio resigned.
"Come one guys, we'll get him later." The others grumbled and walked off, still shooting the occasional glare at Tybalt.
"Tybalt, Mommy said you shouldn't fight." A small voice cried as a young flaxen haired girl latched onto his arm. A small smile flashed quickly onto his face, only to be replaced by a scowl.
"What she doesn't know won't hurt." He said stoically. "Now Juliet what are you doing out on the streets? You should be back home."
"I… I'm running away!" She stated as she pulled away and pushed her lower lip out. Tybalt sighed and shook his head. This had also happened thrice in a week. Juliet was at the rebellious age of six. And he, being six years older than her was expected to keep an eye on her and make sure didn't run off. A task he obviously failed at this morning. He looked her up down, deciding if she was clean enough to bring home. She had dirt on her hands and knees, some mud across her forehead and a bruise on her arm. No she definitely was not ready to be shown to her mother.
"Come on Juliet, we can go visit Friar Lawrence. He can get you cleaned up." He gently tugged the young girl in the direction of the abbey.
I'm sorry for the way I act
The things I say and do
I can't live up to your expectations
Or make you happy too
"Ah, Juliet glad to see you. Tybalt! What are you two doing here?" The good-natured friar asked, standing up from his garden and stretching.
"Juliet needs to be washed up then we have to head back home." Tybalt said as he herded his cousin into the small chapel. She squirmed out of his grip and ran over to Friar Lawrence.
"I'm running away, but Tybalt wants me to go home." Juliet said in a rush, tripping over some of the words.
"Ah, but why do you want to run away?" The Friar asked as he sat her down and began scrubbing the dirt off her knees.
"Because my mum says that I have to be a proper lady and that I can't play with Gregory and Simion any more." She paused and put her index finger to her mouth and proceeded to act like she was thinking. Tybalt sighed and shook his head; she did look like her mother…
"I am going to runaway when I get older." She finally declared.
"Are you now?" Friar Lawrence chuckled as he helped her up.
"Yes, I am going to run away and marry a prince! We will leave Verona and never come back." She stamped her foot then turned towards Tybalt. "I am ready to go now cousin." Tybalt suppressed a smile then took his cousin's hand and led her out. Friar Lawrence chuckled and shook his head.
"I wonder… I wonder…" He muttered as he turned and headed back to his garden.
I'm sorry that I'm never home
And that I'm always late
Sometimes the time just slips my mind
Or maybe it's just fate"Where have you two been?" a voice screeched as Tybalt and Juliet entered the house. Lady Capulet came sweeping into the room, her long robes swinging around her, giving off the image of a large bat. He black hair was pulled back into a tight bun. Her sharp gray eyes looked over both of them a scowl forming on her thin mouth. She gave Tybalt a disapproving look. "I instructed you to watch your cousin, not to run off into town! You will be punished for that mister! My sister would be mad if she knew that her only son was off running around the town like… like… like a Montague!"
Tybalt's eyes flamed but he kept still, daring one of his muscles to move. 'I must not move, must remain calm, father would be proud if I stood through this and didn't flinch. Yes, father would be proud.'
"… And then you run off from your lessons, I was worried sick…" the Lady continued, Tybalt breathed deeply and tried despretlty to ignore the screeching bat.
"Your father would be ashamed, I am sure he raised his son better than this!" She finally finished her tirade and looked down at her nephew.
"My father would not be ashamed! You have no right to speak of my father like that! When he comes back for me I will tell him that you have been a witch! An evil filthy witch!" Tybalt yelled as he backed away. When he finished he took one look at the fury on the Lady's face and ran. He didn't even make it out the door when Lady Capulet grabbed him.
"Your father was a womanizer, he was a whore, slime ball, lazy bas-" She stopped herself and took a breath, then continued to hiss into Tybalt's ear. "He was hotheaded and did not know when to keep his tongue in his mouth. He slept around, got concerned in affairs that he needn't be concerned in. And you, I am starting to notice, are no better than him."
Tybalt wretched himself away, a look of pure fury on his face. "Here me now you… you witch, he was nothing like that! He will come back for me and I will leap for joy at the day that he comes!"
"Your father is dead! He died on a fool's errand. There will be no peace between Montague and us, he said there should be, he tried for peace, but he died. He was weak, do you want to be weak?"
"Never! You lie!" Tybalt tore from the room.
I'm sorry that I'm never happy
And I never tell you why
I find you very hard to talk to
And it's easier to cry
'I must not cry… Must hold onto… demeanor…' Tybalt stalked through the cold silent house. His bedroom was located on the second floor, hidden away in the left wing. 'Just like me… The defect of the family, meant to be kept away and hushed up… No! I will fight this, I will prove to them that I am a Capulet if it's the last thing I do.'
One cut.
'For you father, for everything you told me about being strong… for your promises.'
Two cuts.
'For you mother… for you whom I never knew.'
Three cuts.
'Juliet… I hope you pull through this… You must survive your family… somehow.'
Four cuts.
'For Mercutio, that I may never defeat you in a duel… I may see you again… somewhere else…'
Five cuts.
'I know you raised me the best you could, but sometimes your best isn't enough. I am sorry that I called you a witch, I will muss you Auntie.'
Six cuts. Getting deeper.
'I am sorry that I never was perfect, Uncle, will you forgive me?'
Darkness is welcomed…. With opened arms… softness… much better… yes…
I'm sorry for all the lies I've told
And for all the times we've fought
But the thing I'm sorry most about
Is that I'm really not
Ok I wrote this as a result of way to much Romeo and Juliet in school.... I will get the next chapter up once I am finished writing it.... ya... I don't own Romeo and Juliet, I wish I did but I don't. Please review!