Author's note: In this ONE ficlet, there is severe language. Explicit. Most of the time I don't swear a lot but this is more of an angsty fic so it would feel wrong to NOT use strong language. If you feel like it'd be offensive, you can skip over this one considering there isn't anything too important in it. That is all! Thank you and have a nice day. And if you choose to read it, enjoy!
Mischief Managed
-P
Age: 18
"Holy shit." First words to leave my mouth as I look down at what I've done. "Oh fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!" More words without meaning. More surprise and shock. How the hell am I going to talk myself out of this one? "Shit, damn, fuck." I don't regret doing it, but I'm scared for what will happen because of it. "For the love of God." I kneel down next to my brother and gently take his pulse, letting out a sigh of relief. If I was going to kill my brother, I would be much, much more creative.
One hour earlier
Anger. He did it. My own fucking brother did it. He tossed me aside like a piece of worthless shit and then tried to pick me up like he cared. Not that it matters too much, but for what? He decides to be a good guy for a woman? A dead one? That's low. Even for us. And it's not hurt. Because I don't hurt, it's anger that he thinks that he can do that. That he can violate everything I've ever worked for and then try to get it back. Not even try, just do. What kind of bastard does he think he is? I throw the chair against the wall and he comes running in.
"Jim- What the hell?" And suddenly I'm at his throat, I'm in his face.
"Fucking BITCH! Do you know what you've done! You've ruined everything! EVERYTHING I have ever worked for! You've ruined it and you expect me to be happy! What the hell are you ON?" At first he looks confused but then he grabs my collar and shoves me against the wall.
"You little bastard. Where is she?" He asks and I just smile.
"You shouldn't have done that!" I push him off of me, moving from victim to predator in a matter of seconds. "You've fucking crossed a line now."
"For God's sake! I'm your older brother!" He protests, seeing the glint in my eye. Fear is settling around his shoulders like a blanket and he backs into the kitchen.
"And I'm the genius! No one fucking crosses me, brother." I spit the last word. It tastes wrong on my tongue. I don't have family. I don't have anyone that can cross me. The funny thing is, I should have seen this coming. Anyone can betray you. And they always will.
"Jim! Calm down!" I laugh loudly as he bumps against the countertop. "What the hell is wrong with you?" He shouts at me.
"ME? What's wrong with me? Don't insult yourself. What the hell is wrong with you?" I push him against the counter, hard. He doesn't say anything but I can tell it hurt. "What gave you the right? I don't understand you! I just don't get you! The ONE person I trust in the whole world, and I discover that no one can be trusted? Is this what mother would have wanted?"
"You're a freak!" He says with awe, and that stops me for a second. I am a freak aren't I? "You're a fuck up!"
"Shut the hell up! I am a fuck up! But if I'm a fuck up, so are you!" He shoves me and I stumble backward, trying to keep my balance on the slick floor.
"You're the biggest fuck up I have ever seen! Are you going to kill me James?"
"No." My tone is low and dangerous. "But I can come pretty close. Is that a dare then?" He says nothing but continues to advance on me. I'm pushed against the backdoor, the one with all the windows and there he his, towering over me, as if he's the one that should be upset.
"What the fuck are you on about James." He puts his hands on my shoulders, and I know what he's going to do. He shoves me, he shoves me through the glass and onto the pavement. Without a second thought I stand up, not caring about the cuts in my clothes and my skin, or the glass in my hair. I push him as hard as I can and take off down the street, not looking back.
When I come home, I go through the front door. My back is throbbing, and I'm bloodstained. The only reason I came back at all is because I don't want to get arrested. There's a foot at the end of the hallway, it's my brother's.
"Holy shit." First words to leave my mouth as I look down at what I've done. "Oh fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!" More words without meaning. More surprise and shock. How the hell am I going to talk myself out of this one? "Shit, damn, fuck." I don't regret doing it, but I'm scared for what will happen because of it. "For the love of God." I kneel down next to my brother and gently take his pulse, letting out a sigh of relief. If I was going to kill my brother, I would be much, much more creative. "Fuck." I reach into my pocket. He's hit his head against the counter. How long has he been lying here? I'll be charged for man slaughter if he dies. I glance down at him as I call in. He's passed out. There's blood on the floor, but he could still live. "Yeah, I need an ambulance." I give them my address and get instructions on how to keep him alive until they get here. I take a picture after that. I'll need to remember this. Remember this feeling I had. A proper deep anger in the pit of my stomach that fueled my rage. I'll need it later in life.
Author's Note: Sorry. I just got this wonderful email from this wonderful person that seriously made my entire day. Thank you 'the REAL Sherlock Holmes' for making me sit there with my phone in front of me grinning like an idiot until my mother asked me what was wrong. I just thought that I should say thank you considering you're not on an account. Much thanks and love!
Mischief Managed
-P
