Bubba cleared his throat, dropping his miniature cell phone on the clean kitchen counter. A resounding "clink" could be heard as solid surface met surface, the kind of "clink" that can easily grab someone's attention like a knife in the heart, for at the very least a few seconds before releasing them. And grab it did. Ms. Mint had glanced away from the stove out of curiousness.
"I guess you should throw this one out too," the teen spat, not giving his aunt much time to register quite what was going on.
She rushed over to the item of interest regardless, leaving her steamed vegetables to steam some more in pathetic alienation. Seeing the screen for the first time her eyes grew wide as cooked sausages. The extra fatty kind.
"Bubba I-"
"Were you ever planning on telling me he got out of jail, or were you going to wait till My Little Rapist broke into our house for a quaint little "surprise visit"? I mean, I'm genuinely confused as to how you intended to keep this under wraps, so a handful of answers would be nice."
His aunt sighed sadly, remorsefully. She reached out to comfort him but was immediately shot down, as her nephew whisked just barely out of reach, fast enough to avoid contact but not quit fast enough to obscure the absolutely petrified look residing on his face.
"DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME!"
Ms. Mint jumped, both astonished and ashamed by her nephew's fast thinking reflexes. He's practiced this, hasn't he? He had to "train" himself to be so reactive.
Bubba breathed inward slowly, a stiff manikin moving only a portion of his chest. In. Out. InOut. Trying desperately to settle down. The pasta atop the stove was practically overheating by this point, but it wasn't exactly top priority.
Bubba ran his shaking fingers through his hair. The follicles were growing a little shaggy in the back. He'd have to get around to fixing that up sometime. The front door swung open and shut within the short timeframe of a single frantic heartbeat. Angel was gone. Both technically and legally the kid couldn't drive, so it probably wasn't the smartest idea to just let him storm off like that, but there were other more prevalent matters to attend to.
He looked down at his shirt, as if fearful of what could have been if the attempt at physical contact had been successful. The room was shrinking, his panic growing, Bubba did not want to be here anymore but he had to know the truth, or at least a version that would ease his nerves.
"Look, never mind the details. I don't want to make this a heart-to –heart kind of thing, alright? But at the very least you could tell me how long he's been out, and how the hell he has every single phone number that could possibly link him back to here."
Ms. Mint swayed back and forth back and forth backandforth.
"Sweetheart, I really don't think now's the best time to get into this."
"I almost got killed just trying to put his psychotic ass away, so yeah it's definitely not the "best time", Bubba agreed, meandering over to the stove and flicking the switch off in one precise motion. (At times like this it sure would be nice to have a somewhat efficient butler) "-you should have told me a whole lot sooner."
Aight I am feeling guilt for never updating, you guys got me I'mma put up 3 lil (though the others aren't nearly as short as this one I promise) updates today, it's been a while but I've been working on them in between my suffering from laziness so here goes. Please don't murder me if they all suck.