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Nathanaël sighed as he gently closed his sketch book and put down his pencil just a as the closing of the door alerted him to someone coming in. He looked up, already expecting the intrusion, to see his twin younger twin siblings standing there, teary eyed and scared. In the background he could hear his parents screaming at each other along his older sister Makenna’s attempt to block them out with American rock, and heavy metal.
"Can we stay here?" Elise, who was eight, asked quietly. She was nervously twirling a strand of blonde hair,pulling and tugging at it. Besides her, Jamie who was her twin brother and mute,looked at him expectantly. He couldn’t exactly say now could he? After all, they were just victims in this.
"Okay," he agreed and handed them the remote control. Elise took and and they settled down on his bed to watch cartoons. After about five minutes, a small pillow hit him on the head. He turned around to Jamie handing the control to him.
"How do you turn on the subtitles?" Elise asked. He took the remote control and fiddled with the sittings for a bit. He had recently received the tv for Christmas and still didn't understand it very much.
Finally, after a few minutes of mindlessly clicking random options on the menu, he managed to turn them on and handed the control back to them. He then booted up his old laptop and logged onto his chatting site. He saw he had a new messages.
PrincessXOXO: ey what up nath? Why have you been ignoring me?
ArtisticSoul54: Sorry. Hi kiki.
PrincessXOXO: Geez so much expression, so much happiness. And don’t get me started on that apology. If I didn't know better I'd say you were bored of me.
ArtisticSoul54: It's not that. I really am sorry, It's just been a few rough days over here.
PrincessXOXO: The 'rents at it again?
ArtisticSoul54: Yeah.
PrincessXOXO: And how about your brother?
ArtisticSoul54: he hasn't done much. Just ignores and denies my existence especially now that he moved out. You know he thinks it's all my fault.
PrincessXOXO: that's just stupid. Plus remember, he blames Ashley too.
ArtisticSoul54: He shouldn't be blaming anyone.
PrincessXOXO: Good point. Well except for your mom. I mean your dad doesn't blame you two does he?
ArtisticSoul54: No. At least I don't think so. He's never been very caring or anything. though he really, really doesn’t Ashley though. He barely tolerates her.
PrincessXOXO: Speaking of which, does she still dye her hair?
ArtisticSoul54: yeah.
PrincessXOXO: that's kinda stupid. Hmm it seems to be a trend in the family. Let me know when the twins do something stupid so I can jot it down.
ArtisticSoul54: depends on what you define as stupid? You have very broad terms.
PrincessXOXO: good point. Hey I gotta go. My mother summons me
ArtisticSoul54: why do you always make yourself sound like a demon or something
PrincessXOXO: cause I am one ;)
PrincessXOXO has logged off
Nathanaël shut off his laptop and closed it. The yells had subsided a bit. He got up from his desk and wondered whether it would be worth it to go to the kitchen for a snack. After all, that's where the all the yelling was coming from. He decided to go. Maybe if he walked in, they might stop yelling.
So he left the safety of his room and wandered into the kitchen.
His mother, a raven haired Italian with olive skin and teal eyes like his, was glaring angrily at his father. Half chopped tomatoes were left forgotten on the side. He was going to just grab a pack of cookie and a juice box when his father, blonde and bronze eyes, made to hit his mother.
"Hey don't touch her!" He yelled. His father turned to him, livid and grabbed onto his shoulder and pushed him back. Nathanaël tried to catch himself on the the kitchen island but stumbled past it and landed on a small decoration table, filled with glass ornaments and picture frames. He looked at his father in shock.
With the exception of his older sister's ridiculously loud music, everything was silent. His mother was wide eyed. And his father didn't seem to believe what he had just done.
"Nathanaël-" he started to say, but he didn't stick around to find out what it was. He ran. Got up and left his house with a slam of the door.