Ch. 6 Perfect Dinner
The crazed green eyed boy walked into the hallway and stopped when he spotted Boomer smiling like a fuck'n idiot. Like his bitch of a mother, splitting image those two. Both with bright ass hair and fuck'n dumb faces. Always smiling when around other people, like nothing's wrong, that their lives are fuck'n perfect when really they just put on a show. Like their fake ass happiness is real, when people really don't even know shit.
"Oh, hi Butch," the brunette snapped out of his own distraught thoughts and looked back up at his brother. The brother who always pissed his pants whenever he got near him. Not even trying to be friendly, not that Butch cared to be friends with the little fucktard, no. He just wanted his brother to grow a pair. Brick had balls, but that prick just ignored him. He needed someone to challenge him, like the little bitch, but he just wets himself every time the psycho threatens him.
Though he never expected the idiot to greet him so carefree... Like now.
"Oh, hey Butch," the blonde's smile was so stupid, Butch wanted to rip that patch of skin off his face, but then he'd probably get stuck on dish duty with his own face glaring back. "I thought you were setting up the table?"
Butch's crazed smile reappeared, "Fuck'n prick told me to come get you. And the bitch too."
"Really?" Boomer had a look of disbelief, "Why?"
Butch retracted from bursting into laughter, "Fuck if I know."
The blonde's smile never left his face, despite his awful brother's scary presence, because of what he had just witnessed with his own eyes. Girl. Bare. Underwear, the young boy giggled at the thought.
And Butch didn't miss the dumb girly noise that erupted from his younger brother. He took this as a sort of threat, this sent Butch into shakes. Is he really laughing. With me standing right here? A psychotic smile appeared on his face.
However being constantly bullied, Boomer was aware of the lunatic's tactics, as he quickly regained his posture and began to sweat while now laughing nervously at Butch's smile, "Um... Butch?"
The brunette's craze look in his green eyes terrified the blonde.
Good, he finally grew some balls, thought Butch with glee as he gripped a fistful of Boomer's hair, ignoring the crying boy as he socked him hard in the gut. However, before anything could really happen, the door slammed opened, and out walked the girl.
Both stopped to stare, not because of the white dress that made her dangerously toxic glare burn through them, nor the way her dripping dark hair curtain her flushed cheeks, and in most defiantly not the wetness of her, now, lavender smelling skin due to her shower. It was her demeanor that made you not want to fuck'n piss her off.
"What the hell are you doing?" The girl demanded with such a voice that even the psycho released his hold on Boomer, as the poor boy shuffled for protection.
"Thanks, sis," Boomer manage to wheeze. Her face burned at the remembrance of earlier events, but didn't want to torture the boy anymore than what he was clearly going through.
"Whatever," she said quickly speeding off towards what she assumed to be the direction of the dining room.
The two boys silently followed her, even Butch.
Brick had just finished when he saw them, well her specifically. He didn't know what was better. The two of his brothers silently walking in, the fantastic chicken, carrot, and potato meal set out before them, or Buttercup in white with those emeralds burning a somewhat hole through him.
"Are you okay," Brick said in a voice, not full of compassion, but curiosity.
The girl seemed taken aback by his question, her eyes blinked in confusion, and anger, "Why? Do I look weak to you?"
Yes you inferior ungrateful bitch, Brick's mind thought as he spoke carefully, "Didn't I take you out with only a kick, Baby Buttercup?"
Her cheeks, Brick watched, turned that pretty shade of red, "Fuck you... you... "
"You what," Brick challenged, ignoring the two other males as one twitch watching with hungry eyes, and the other grew wary of where this situation was heading.
Buttercup growled at his challenging crimson eyes, "You Bitch Ass No Dick Prick!"
It was Brick's turn to savagely glare back at her, threatening red orbs, now, burned a hole through her as Butch's obnoxious laughter echoed throughout the dining room.
"HA! No Dick... pfft! Haha," the male brunette continued to chatter, "Damn bitch," he had walked up to Buttercup and slapped a hand on her shoulder, "Couldn't have said it better myself."
Brick's menacing eyes now aimed themselves at Butch's hand, which the stupid female failed to notice.
However Boomer noticed. He could clearly see how much of the redhead's anger was directed at Butch, because the lunatic wasn't aware of their brother's feelings towards the girl. Unfortunately, the stupid boy was very aware, so Boomer did the stupidest thing he could think of.
He ran up to Butch and dropped him away from the oblivious Buttercup.
It took everyone by surprise, even Butch, as both boys stumbled to the ground.
Thankfully, before anything else could happen, the Mister and Mrs walked in.
"Oh, my what a lovely surprise!" The blonde lady gleefully entered with a white dress that respectfully fit her curvy figure, alongside her husband. Who wore a black and white suit and tie quite handsomely, despite the look of annoyance in his facial expression. "Aw, I've never seen Boomer hug his big brother," it was true, for Boomer's earlier tackle looked more like an embrace for his brother, "What a good influence you have on these boys, Buttercup!"
However, the mother failed to notice the tension that had obviously happened, along with the terrified Boomer who quickly jumped off from his still stunned brother as soon as their father glared at all of them.
"Yes, Buttercup," the father's voice hinted with anger, "What an influence. Now if you kids are done I'd like to enjoy a dinner without anymore nonsense."
"Yes, father," Brick respectedly said, tearing his eyes away from the emeralds.
As the family began to take their seats, Buttercup remained standing, the act did not go unnoticed, by the blonde bimbo who quickly approached the young child, "Here sweetie, can sit right in front of your brother."
The blonde boy saw the way Brick's eyes lit up when Buttercup sat down in front of him.
Gee, try not to make it look so obvious dummy, Boomer thought forgettimg who he sat across from him during dinner.
Dark green orbs stared at the dumbass in front of him him. How the fuck did that little bitch drop me. He turned towards the direction of the Boomer's vision. Did the little fucker grow balls because he wanted to challenge Brick too, or did he just want the redhead to know he was coming for me first.
The thought brought a fucked up smile to his face, but it was gone the moment he looked at his plate. He hated his vegetables, so he decided to play with his food. And by play he disturbingly stabbed the orange carrot multiple times, whispering something funny he remembered, "Fuck'n bitch ass no dick prick."
"Oh Brick, dear," the blonde mother questioned, since the plate was something new to the family, "Did you make this?"
No bitch, it was you, the useless drunk of a mother that made this perfection of a dinner, "I made chicken, carrot, with red potatoes on the side," Brick stated simply.
"No wonder it looks revolting," Brick didn't dare look up to find out who the owner of those words belonged too. He already knew. "I expect this from Butch, apparently you're an expectation."
Buttercup, who had never encountered a dinner with this family before, saw the once confident, arrogant, cocky, asshole become very... unexpectedly down due to that one comment. She felt anger rise in her stomach, what kind of father does that shit? She quickly grabbed a huge forkful and placed it in her mouth. "Whoa," all heads turned towards the direction of the loud outburst, "Brick, did you really make this? All by yourself!"
"Yes," he said dismissing his father's disapproval, "Why?" He questioned watching her lips intake a whole forkful of his chicken, that she slowly swallowed.
"Mmm, it's so good!" The girl continued stuffing her face with the food. The redhead inwardly chuckled watching Buttercup eat as if there was no tomorrow.
"The foods not going anywhere," Brick said with amused eyes.
The girl obnoxiously stuck out her tongue, which was twisted in a certain manner, she earned a few different voices.
"Cool," Boomer said full of awe.
"Sick," Butch spoke dumbfoundly.
"Amazing," squealed their mother in delight.
"Appalling," the man's voice spoke in disgust. "Where did you learn such a thing?"
"Huh?" The young girl's cheeks went red as all eyes were directed to her tongue. "Oh, um... Its just something I was born with... "
"Oh really!" Exclaimed the female blonde, "What a gift! I wish I had that back in my youth, isn't that right Honey." She gave her husband a wink.
However the man dismissed her comment and regarded Buttercup with distasteful eyes. "Were your sisters granted with such, vulgar, gifts as well."
Buttercup hesitated, before replying, "No, actually, my older sister has like this sort of ice breath. And my other sister could talk to animals and speak fluent spanish."
"Apparently, we got the short end of the stick," the man spoke loud for everyone to hear, "Now didn't we."
The emeralds didn't glare back at the man, no, they just silently burnned a hole at her lap. "I guess you did," her dainty eyebrows furrowed in disappointment with her lack of talents.
Finally, that female was put in her place, Brick's inner thoughts broke in. Yeah, but it should've been me. The boy turned his attention away from the now sad female, and stared, hard, at his father, Not him.
And something about the way his dad mentally placed hurt the emeralds, made the boy with crimson eyes challenge the owner of the, hard, forest greens. This did not go unoticed by the owner.
The superior being in the household began to analyze. Why now, demon child?
However, before either superior could confront each other, a voice cut through.
"There was a short stick? Where?" Boomer's oblivious remark earned a smile from Buttercup, and thankful eyes from the mother.
"This one," Butch, who had been bored by the whole conversation and distracted, threw a carrot at his idiotic brother.
"Ow," Boomer whinned, "Mommy!"
"Are you ok-" a potato slice was thrown in the mother's mouth. "Mmm... Nice shot Butchy," she giggled.
"Haha, bitch," Butch gleefully snickered.
"Butch," the boy's older face looked at him, "Enoug-" The man was interrupted by a potato that flew into his mouth. Refusing to eat the man spit the food out and in the corner of his eye, saw that the young female was stifling a laugh directed at a smug looking redhead.
That is when it hit him. The man had seen that look in his wife's eyes when she fell in love with a piece of jewelry. The boy had that same look in his eye, however it was clearly not any jewels his affection was aimed at. It was... The realization dawned at him. Not only was the man now, truly, disgusted with his discovery, but he was pissed off for being disrespected. He stood tall as his voice seeped with anger. "ENOUGH."
The giggles stop abruptly. Fear struck the now silent dining room.
Richard, the dominate male, speaks loud and clear, turning to Boomer first. "Stop whining, because I will give you something to cry about." He points at his younger look alike, "Butch, behave yourself or that juvenile facility will become a reality."
"Honey, I don't think-" Richard put a hand up in front of the mother's face.
"Don't patronize me woman," he then points his finger at Brick, "We are going to have a long talk, boy. And you-" he looked at his new daughter. She didn't seem scared, but she had stopped laughing. "Are going to attend school tomorrow with the boys, because I will not tolerate any last place children in this household. Understand."
"Yeah," Buttercup said between clenched teeth and balled up fists, "I sure do."
"Good," the man's stern voice held its ground. "Female, go help Buttercup pack for school."
"Yes, Richard," the wife obediently obeyed as she took Buttercup by the hand trying desperately not to shed any tears, "Come along Sweetie. Let's show you all the stuff for school we bought you."
"Boys, go get ready for bed," Richard commanded, "Except for you, Brick."
As the boys left, Brick stood there an expressionless face, same as the man.
"Do you know why you're here," Richard asked in a mad tone.
The redhead nodded in defiance, "Yes. It wasn't the recipe you wanted. My," he hesitated, "Fault."
That made the man laugh, "You think this is about your cooking. Ha, please, that is behind us. What I wanted to speak to you about was the new addition to the family," Brick remained silent, "What do you think of the girl?"
Brick blinked a bit taken aback by his father's question, "Well, I know she's not as girly, as mom wanted..." Thankfully.
"No," he interrupted him, "You're wrong. Your mother wanted another female."
"A girl."
"And that is what you see, right," Brick froze. "A girl. I never thought you'd be interested in a girl at this age, but I've seen the way you look at her. Frankly, I find it disgusting." Brick didn't respond he remained, expressionless, as his father continued on, "Now, if I found this disgusting, image how others would react, no, how she would react."
An excruciating look overcame Brick's face as he fell to his knees.
The man, knowing he had struck a nerve, smirked, "Remember Brick, she's family now. You don't fuck with family," he paused, "Especially, your little sister."
Brick stood alone, with his hands on his knees. Your little sister, he kept repeating. Your little sister... Your little sister... "My little sister," His eyes narrowed at the spot his father had been. A searing sensation came over him as he stood up. Like any inferior being would threaten me about what I fuck'n desire, you weakling.
Brick's eyes glowed as he stated in a more possessive tone, "My fuck'n little sister, that nobody can touch."
When he left, he was unaware of the pair of ears that overhear everything, So she's your weakness? Heh... fun.
"OH. !" The blonde lady nearly screamed running up to the broken hair straightener, "Wh-what happened to you..." She seemed to be speaking to the dismantled objected.
Buttercup didn't know what to make of her "mother" figure. Not that she really knew what having one was like, but this one struck her as an odd ball. For example, this women constantly smelt like a strong smelling of a sort, along with a mixture of clown stuff on her face. The young brunette didn't know what the stuff was, but she knew that the lady probably looked better without it, the stuff made her look... different. Not to mention the women couldn't stand up for herself, that was the saddest. She had to take bullshit from her shit of a husband. And she was almost at the verge of tears because something for hair was broken.
It's just hair, Buttercup thought leaning against the wall in her bedroom. She admitted she didn't want to anger her new dad, but he didn't scare her. If anything he just seemed like the asshole type who had all sorts of anger problems. Whatever, she dismissed it. Everyone has something they have to overcome, for her, it was adapting to her new family. And right now was the mother who began collecting the broken hair accessories.
"Um... so what happened," the lady dumped it all in a trash bin.
"Oh, well a..." she didn't want to snitch on her crybaby of a brother, "A spider. Yeah. A big perverted one snuck in here."
She didn't necessarily lie, if there had been one she assumed she would have thrown them. "Sorry..."
"Oh, it's fine. I'll just go buy you a new one," her bubbly smile made Buttercup smile, "Okay."
"Okay," Buttercup replied. They both stood there in silence. "Um... so I'm going to the same grade level as my... brothers?"
"Oh, yes, sorry for the inconvenience, but Richard doesn't want you to be left out. He thought best if you'd be enrolled with the boys."
"Sure, he does," Buttercup said in a sarcastic tone. The mother frowned as she had taken out the girl's new backpack and other supplies for school.
"I know it may be hard to see, but Richard is a good man. It's just..." Tear swarmed her eyes, "I did something... I shouldn't have..."
Pain was clear to see on the mother's face. "Wow, is that my backpack?" Buttercup asked trying to change the subject.
The mother wiped her tears, giving a small smile, "Yes. Oh, and wait till you see this."
The mother continued to show her new daughter all the new equipment for school, "And this-" a giant bell rung from the room.
"Is that my alarm?" The young girl asked.
"Yes, oh dear. I guess it's time for bed," the lady quickly gave Buttercup a nightgown to change into.
"My, look how scrimptions you look, Sweetie!"
"Thanks, I think," Buttercup said descending to bed.
"Oh, here," she tucked in Buttercup and gave her a sweet kiss on the head, "Goodnight, Buttercup."
Something about that kiss gave Buttercup a warm feeling inside, "Wait!"
"Hmm, what's the matter?"
"Oh, um... what's your real name. You know. In case I need you at school or something," a blush spread on the girl's cheeks.
"My name is Angel," she said in a sweet voice. "Now, good night, Buttercup."
"Goodnight, Mommy Angel," tears threaten to fall from the mother's eyes as she silently closed the door behind her.
To be continued...