AUTHOR'S NOTE: It's another chapter ready to go.
DISCLAIMER: Starfox, do not own.
It was almost dark, when the taxi arrived at the Monroe' residence. Robert gave the money to the cab driver.
"Thanks," the driver said, but Robert ignored him. The driver drove off and Robert walked up the sidewalk and opened the door.
There was his mom. "Robert, where in the hell have you been? I've been worried SICK!"
His dad came from the kitchen, with his cell phone against his ear. "Never mind, Mr. Fallon. We found him." He hung up. "Where have you been?"
Coldly, Robert said, "I was visiting Aunt Kathryn."
"What were you doing over there?" his mom asked, shocked.
"I wanted to spend some time over there with her. That's all!"
That's when his mom noticed the bruise on his head. She practically died. "Dear goddess almighty! Did she hit you?"
Robert blew up, "No, I fell and she mended me!"
Robert's dad hooked him across the face. "Don't ever talk to your mother like that! EVER!"
Robert's eyes flooded and ran past them up the stairs, into his room and locked it. He held the bruise on his head and rubbed it, and spat out a loose tooth. He pounded his bed, and then laid down on it.
He could here his parents arguing, about what his dad did.
"My goddess, Frank. He's only a child. Don't ever hit him like that again!"
"Eve, I don't like him talking like that to you, or me, or anyone else in this house."
Then, the rest of his family, got into an argument, and he heard his cousins' wails and cries at the commotion going on.
He buried his head in his pillow, turned off the lamp, and prayed his Aunt Kathryn would come rescue him from this hell hole of a house.
Why he was in so much love with his aunt, not even he knew. He just wished she felt the same way about him.
I ate a centipede!
Responses to your reviews, boeshes!
Sol-Ratcht Saporro: Yeah, I guess. I wouldn't call him… insane. Just, in love. (Throws up) Excuse me.
Lone Wolf's Darkness: Can you say anything else?
Unknown: Is he sick? Or… just in love. (Throws up) Pardon that, please. I seem to have a stomach virus.
Silver Meta Dragon: All you need is some nipple-clips and you're set. And, yes they do love each other. (Throws up) Geez, I'm running out of paper towels to wipe off the screen.
Lomboxworship: (Tics violently to hearing the word "chappy") Thank you.
Fenrir Hellfyre: (rubs index finger and thumb tips together) Let me play you song on the world's smallest violin. (hands you an oar) Hold still. I'm about to cry you a river.