Previously in "A Day in the Life of the Sorels"...
The horrible torture of Raphael's bits continued, until they were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell ringing. Sophitia stopped, hearing the doorbell.
"I'll be nice and let you finish that. It's probably Cassandra coming to finish you off anyway," she saied. Raphael slowly rose to his feet, barley being able to walk. Though struggling, he finally managed to limp to the front door and answered. He gasped out of astonishment. .His heart nearly jumped out of his mouth when he saw who it was.
"YOU?" he exclaimed.
So, who IS the person at the front door?
HERE IT IS!
CHAPTER 5
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"Brother?" he asked. Raphael snapped out of his daze.
"Chester. I haven't seen you since childhood…" he answered. Amy's eyes shot wide. The crazy son-of-a-gun that she calls her father has a BROTHER? The younger man stepped foot into the house, his eyes locked on Raphael
"There is one thing I have always wanted to do since you left, and here is the moment I get to finally do it…" he said, walking up to his long lost brother with open arms. Raphael slowly opened his arms, allowing the man into his embrace, when suddenly out of nowhere, the redhead slapped Raphael across the face hard. He began rubbing his cheek, glaring at the younger sibling. "Ow! What the hell was that for!" he yelled.
"That was for making my childhood a living hell!" Chester screamed, punching Raphael in the gut, "And that's for beating me up in high school and shoving me in the locker,"
Raphael was crouched over holding his stomach. Chester punched him again. "And stealing my first girlfriend (punch) And hanging me upside down on the tree in the backyard and leaving me there for three days, lying to dad and saying I 'ran away'. (kick) And that's for telling all my best friends I'm a bed wetter and bringing the stained sheets to school!" he screamed, finally kicking Raphael in the balls as hard as he could. Raphael dropped to the floor.
"Ow…Jeeze…Why is everyone torturing me?" he whined. Chester jumped on Raphael, chocking the life out of him. "I HATE YOU!" he screamed, banging his head on the floor. Raphael used all of his strength to get the crazed copper headed man off of him. Chester leaped for him again, causing them to tussle on the floor some more. The two girls simply stood back and watched, blinking and raising their eyebrows. Sophitia finally sighed and spoke.
"I guess my work here is done," she said, turning to walk out the door. After a while longer, Raphael finally got up, his hair messy and his nose bleeding. He straightened himself up, then looked down at his brother, who was also getting up all messy and bloody.
"And by the way, every winter when you were sick from a cold or flu…I PISSED IN YOUR SOUP!" Chester randomly added, sticking up his middle finger. Raphael stood there, thinking about it for a while.
"Well, that's just awkward…" Amy said.
"Why did you come here?" Raphael asked, trying to forget as hard as he could what he just heard.
"I have nowhere else to go," he responded.
"Amy, go upstairs," Raphael finally answered. Amy turned back to her newly discovered uncle, then ran upstairs.
"Well, it's been a pleasure to see you again, but you need to leave," Raphael said coldly.
"Screw you! I'm not leaving!" Chester yelled.
"Yes, you are," Raphael said, opening the door for him.
"No, I'm not," Chester retorted, crossing his arms.
"Yes, you are," Raphael said again harshly, his brows furrowing more.
"No, I'm not," Chester retorted again.
"Yes, you are! Get out of my house!" Raphael yelled.
"No," Chester said.
"LEAVE!"
"No,"
"GET OUT!"
"NO!"
"FINE!" Raphael finally yelled, walking away. Chester smirked, this reminded him a lot of early childhood.
"Thank you, brother," Chester said mockingly.
"GO TO HELL!" Raphael yelled back.
Raphael was in his room later that afternoon. He was tired of getting beat up, so he was resting in his room with two packs of ice, on his cheek and on his crotch. Amy peeked in on him every now and then to make sure he was okay. She felt bad for him for having to go through so much. If only there was at least something she could do to make him feel better. That's when she had an idea. She smiled and skipped to the kitchen.
When she arrived, she could see Chester leaning against the counter, his arms crossed and he was mumbling to himself.
"I hate him. Why did I have to come here?" he grumbled before he finally noticed Amy standing in the room. He popped up from the counter, then ran his hand through his hair nervously.
"Uncle, are you okay?" she asked.
"Huh?" he said, looking around stupidly, before finally realizing she is referring to him. It was a strange feeling to be called "Uncle".
"I'm fine. What are you doing here?"
"Father seems miserable, so I'm thinking I can make him something to help him feel better,"
"Is that so?" Chester said through gritted teeth. Honestly in his opinion, a bowl of dog shit would've been more suitable for Raphael. And that's him being nice.
"Yeah. I think I'll make Lemonade…he seems to like lemonade," Amy said thoughtfully. Chester popped up after hearing that, a smile creeping on his face. The temptation was too strong for him.
"I can help. I know a special ingredient for lemonade," he said.
"Really?" Amy asked, smiling happily. Maybe Chester wanted to pay him back for all of the pain he inflicted, or so she thought.
"Yeah, I do it all the time. It kicks up the taste," Chester said, smirking evilly on the last sentence.
"Okay! Let's make lemonade!" She said, clasping her hands together.
And so Amy mixed the ingredients into a glass, handing the glass over to Chester.
"Thanks," Chester said, thus taking the glass down towards his lower torso and unzipping his pants.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" Amy screamed, her eyes widening to the sight. Thank GOD this guy wore underwear, or this story would be MA.
"Um…adding the ingredient," he answered shakily, "Now, look away…"
Being way too disturbed, she finally walked out of the room, not even bothering to respond. He watched her leave, then proceeded with what he was doing. After a few seconds, Chester finally came back out of the kitchen, chuckling to himself.
"I'm finished," he said to Amy, pointing at the doorway. She slowly walked back into the kitchen to see that the glass was still on the table. It was looking more yellow than usual, but she guessed it was the "secret ingredient". Without even bothering to ask, she took the glass and walked upstairs to Raphael's room.
Meanwhile in Raphael's room. Raphael was sitting back on his bed, cursing the world for causing him such abuse, when suddenly the door opened. Raphael screamed and fell off the bed.
"DON'T HURT ME! I'VE SUFFERED ENOUGH!" he yelled. Amy raised her eyebrow as she watched her father cower in fear. He finally stopped when he realized it was her.
"Oh, I thought you were- never mind," he said, clearing his throat and getting back on the bed. Amy gave the glass to Raphael.
"Here you go father. I made you lemonade to make you feel better," she said. Raphael quickly grabbed it out of her hand, then looked at her and smiled.
"Thank you, Amy," he said, gulping it down without hesitation.
"Uncle Chester added a special ingredient. Perhaps he wanted to make up for earlier," she said innocently. Raphael's eyes shot wide upon hearing this, following with the reaction of spitting the juice all over Amy's face.
"WELL YOU COULD HAVE AT LEAST TOLD ME IF IT SUCKS!" she fumed.
"No wonder it tastes like piss," Raphael said without thinking.
"Oh, thanks!" Amy said sarcastically, rolling her eyes at him.
"Did he happen to tell you WHAT the ingredient was?" Raphael asked her after a quick gag.
"No, but he was taking off his pants…"
"HE RELIEVED HIMSELF IN MY DRINK!"
"AND YOU SPIT IT IN MY FACE?" Amy screamed, making the sudden realization.
"I did?" Raphael asked after thinking for a few seconds. Amy glared back at him. Raphael could almost picture the smoke coming out of Amy's nose.
"I'm sorry…" he said apologetically.
"I hate you sometimes…" Amy growled, finally storming out of the room.
"It was a reflex!" he yelled after her.
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Well, wasn't that fun?
(Chester is a COTS character...in case you didn't know)