7.2
"Why does my family treat me like this?"
(Trigger warning; abuse)
"FUCKING WHORE!"
(Inset background noise of talking, glass breaking, and crying)
"You should behave yourself, skank!"
"YOU SHOULD DROP DEAD!"
SLAM
Sigh.
(London United Kingdom, Kat's house, 10am)
It was a gloomy Wednesday morning, with dark clouds looming overhead. Kat's heart was heavy as she hung up the phone with her boyfriend, Lee, who was on a crucial mission in Miami. Overwhelmed by emotions, she found herself sitting on the cold, hard ground, tears streaming down her face. The shrill sound of her stepbrother's angry voice pierced the silence of the early morning, leaving her bewildered and hurt.
"Oh, Lee, I wish you were here with me right now."
Kat has been shedding tears all morning, her pale legs shaking as the screams could be heard from downstairs. She seems overwhelmed and unable to cope with the situation at hand. She is wondering why her family is being so cruel to her. Kat couldn't even finish her breakfast, as her stomach made her twist and turn, and she couldn't move from her bedroom, feeling as if the bed has glued her there as she was sick from everything.
Well, why was he so cruel to her?
"YOU STUPID FUCKING BITCH, SITTTING IN THAT DAMN ROOM, CRYING OVER THAT FUCKASS BOYFRIEND OF YOURS!"
Despite her best efforts to understand his behavior, she's left feeling hurt and bewildered. He's channeling all his pent-up frustration and anger towards her, inflicting emotional distress. She's grappling with the question of why he's chosen to behave this way towards her, and it's causing her immense pain and confusion.
"WELL MY BOYFRIEND TREATS ME BETTER THAN ANY ONE IN THIS PRISON OF A MANSION WOULD!"
Her hands trembled uncontrollably, clutching onto a crumpled tissue as tears streamed down her face. The weight of the situation weighed heavily on her chest, making it difficult to breathe. Her heart pounded in her ears, matching the rhythm of her sobs. Each cry seemed to echo through the empty bedroom, the house felt like white noise, amplifying the pain she felt morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a dim glow on the room, but it was no match for the darkness that enveloped her. She felt trapped, suffocated by the overwhelming emotions swirling around her. The sound of her stepbrother's angry voice reverberated in her ears, sharp and piercing. It felt like daggers being plunged into her fragile heart, shattering it into a million pieces.
"I HOPE YOU DROP DEAD SEVENTY FEET FROM THE FUCKING FLOOR" Kat yelled.
Kat's mind raced, desperately trying to make sense of the chaos that had consumed her world. She questioned her worth, her choices, and whether she deserved the cruel words being hurled at her. Confusion mingled with the pain, adding to the torment she was experiencing. She couldn't understand why her stepbrother, someone she once considered family, was now treating her with such hostility.
*SLAM*
"DO YOU KNOW WHO THE FUCK YOU'RE TALKING TO? YOU BETTER SPEAK UP BITCH?DON'T MAKE ME COME UP THERE!"
Her step brother roared out as loud footsteps came quick.
With each passing moment, her legs grew weaker, unable to support her trembling body. She slumped further onto the cold ground, her sobs turning into choked gasps for air. The tears seemed endless, cascading down her cheeks and onto her lap, leaving wet stains on her clothes.
Time seemed to stretch, as if the world had slowed down to match the heaviness of her heart. The sound of her own anguish filled the silence, drowning out any other noise around her. The chaos downstairs became a distant backdrop, overshadowed by the turmoil within her own mind and soul. As the tears continued to flow, Kat's thoughts drifted to her absent boyfriend, Lee, longing for his comforting presence. She clung to the hope that he would return soon, bringing with him a much-needed respite from the storm that raged within her. In the meantime, she found solace in the release of her emotions, allowing the tears to cleanse her pain, even if just for a moment.
She has to find a way to cope with his outbursts and find a resolution. She needs to understand why he's acting this way and what he needs from her. She needs to find a way to communicate her feelings and help him to understand her.
Kat sat in her bedroom, crying, trying to make sense of the hurtful words that had been thrown at her. She couldn't comprehend why someone she loved could treat her so cruelly. The constant barrage of insults and emotional abuse had left her feeling lost and broken, desperately searching for answers and a way to heal.
She got up and started arranging her room. She couldn't think like this her room, all messy like she was right now as she wiped her tears away, she thought about Lee, and how upset he would be, seeing her so upset, she couldn't cry.
Not right now at least.
"Don't do this now, Robbie-"
"WHY THE FUCK NOT!? SHE NEED TO BE KNOCKED DOWN A PEG OR FUCK, 9, WILL FUCKING DO FOR THIS CUNTFACED BITCH, IF IT IT GO THROUGH HER HEAD, KAT ARE YOU FUCKING LISTINING TO ME RIGHT NOW, PINK HAIRED FUCK FAILURE?THIS THIS FAMILY CARES ABOUT HER AND SHE NEEDS TO ACT LIKE IT!"
The door bursts open, causing a shaking Kat to be still as she felt angry hands grab her by the hair..and her body being flung to the other side of her room, causing her scalp to throb. The room spun around her, blurring the familiar surroundings into a chaotic whirlwind. The musty scent of her room mixed with the scent of fear, making her senses reel. The impact against the wall sent a jolt of pain through her body, leaving her breathless and disoriented.
"Robert Anthony Marcus the third, you will behave yourself!"
*CRASH*
In a flurry of events, Kat found herself on the brink of being knocked down as Robbie's punches left a trail of destruction. Her vases and personal items were sent soaring into the wall, leaving behind holes as Robbie's fists collided with it. Amidst the chaos, tears streamed down Kat's face, a result of both the physical blows and the emotional toll they took.
(Miami hotel room, 1 hour after Megan and Tami's fight)
Megan was now sitting in her hotel room, bloody nose and all, trying to not knock Lee into another planet, from that dam fight she had with Tami, Her heart was pounding in her chest, adrenaline coursing through her veins, as she struggled to regain control of her emotions. The room seemed to spin around her, and her hands trembled uncontrollably. Megan could feel the hot sting of blood trickling down her upper lip, staining her fingers crimson. The metallic taste filled her mouth, a constant reminder of the intense anger and frustration that had consumed her just moments ago.
Breathing deeply, she focused on the sight of Lee standing there, his face pale and eyes wide with shock. He had always been a thorn in her side, HER ROCK doing everything together since the ages of four and five, he's always protected her from harm and danger. Lee knew that messing with Tami would end badly. But today, something inside her snapped, and she had unleashed a torrent of pent-up rage.
"HOW COULD LET THAT BITCH HIT ME?!"
"You...slapped the shit outta her...over a damn kiss-"
Megan turned around in anger, her head spining from ot only being light-weight, but from fury from Lee asking something like that.
"Leander,are you hearing yourself right now?"
As Megan fought to calm herself, she realized the damage she had caused. The room was in disarray, with overturned furniture and shattered glass littering the floor. Her hands were scraped and bruised from the force with which she had lashed out, and her knuckles were swollen and raw.
"You don't get girl drama ok? That slap wasn't just over kissing Molly's boyfriend."
Lee paused, seeing the look of pain in his sister's eyes.
Though she wanted nothing more than to escape the suffocating atmosphere of the hotel room, she knew she had to confront her own emotions first. She couldn't afford to let her anger overpower her again, especially not in such a destructive way.
"Girl drama? Megan, what are you on about?"
Megan forced herself to take slow breaths, gradually steadying her racing heartbeat. She knew she had to make amends, to find a way to repair the damage she had caused to both the room and her relationship with Lee.
"You really think I did all that to Tami over some kiss?"
Lee paused at the sentence.
"Can you stop it? Why are you this way with Tami? She's not some criminal, Megan-"
*CRASH*
A shoe flew towards Lee's head and struck his cheek. This caused the teen boy to stumble and fall towards the table. He felt a mix of confusion and anger towards his sister, and his bruise became visible.
"Ok, THAT, that right there. Very unnecessary." The 17 year old spy blurted out in anger as he rubbed his bruise.
Megan's face flushed with frustration as she turned away, her brows furrowing and her lips pursed tightly. Her clenched fists trembled slightly, a clear sign of her anger. Lee, noticing the intensity of her emotions, felt a pang of guilt wash over him. Taking a deep breath, he could feel his own chest rise and fall with the weight of the situation.
Lee, took a deep breath, immediately apologizing. "Ok, Megs look, I'm sorry I didn't immediately tell you, I was doing my thing with the missions and this woman was creeping me out. I JUST found out Tami was here too, and were all too old for this petty drama between you two, and it seemed she wanted to make amends with all four of us-"
All of a sudden, a lamp was thrown at Lee's head, thankfully, Lee dodged it in time.
"You're so full of shit."
Megan said quietly, before storming off to take a shower.
Summoning her strength, Megan rose from the chair, wincing at the pain shooting through her body. She gingerly made her way towards the bathroom, intent on cleaning herself up and tending to her bloody nose. As she stared at her reflection in the mirror, she saw not just the physical aftermath of her outburst, but also the toll it had taken on her soul. She knew that knocking Lee into another planet was not the solution, but finding a way to communicate and resolve their issues was. With a newfound determination, she set about the task of healing both her physical wounds and the emotional scars she had inflicted upon herself and others.
(WHOOP office, Beverly Hills 11am)
"It's been three days, Jerry, three! and nothing."
Sam shouted, tears in her throat choking her, it was suffocating with her stress. Sam was determined to find the training spies as quickly and effectively as possible. With a heavy cloud of sadness hanging over her, she couldn't help but think about the India mission she and Marc were supposed to embark on soon. Their dreams of exploration, and petting elephants and mango lassi were overshadowed by the weight of an unresolved conflict. Meanwhile, Clover clung tightly to Jerry, her body trembling in anticipation of the unknown danger lurking nearby. Sam, Clover, Alex, Brittney, and Jerry sat in silence, their shoulders slumped and gazes distant, longing for any news that would bring solace to their heavy hearts.
With her body shaking and her heart heavy with emotion, Alex sank into the nearest chair. She couldn't help but reflect on the impact Lee had on her life. Lee and Alex were different in age, but she saw Lee as her cousin; cracking jokes with one another, always going on missions together, Le was so athletic and such amazing reflexes, they always trained together. In many ways, Lee was like a best friend to her; a trusted confidant, a person to relay on when you were down,and a constant source of support, her co-worker, a peer, a total sweetheart, but not only that; he was just 17.
He's a baby.
He's just a child.
Whenever Alex's other friends were preoccupied with their own lives, Lee was there for her, providing companionship and understanding. During countless break-ups, Lee had been a steadfast presence, offering a shoulder to lean on and a sympathetic ear. Alex often found solace in sharing her thoughts and frustrations with Lee, who had become an invaluable pillar of strength and comfort.
Brittney continued to hold back tears as Clover rubbed her arm, her eyes red, with anger, confusion, and sadness, her sweet almond eyes filled with doeness, gentleness, were now empty, and her heart, now beating with life, she wished she could give her heart to Megan and Marc right now. Marc was someone she love to share tech information with; he was funny, smart and Megan was like a little sister to her; smart, kind, and someone to go to for help, Brittney loved missions with Megan and prayed to God in Korean that the twins would come back to her soon.
*Ring Ring*
*Ring, Ring, Ring*
"J-Jerry?! It's Lee."