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Vancouver, Canada, July, 2003
Ian feels a cold shock run through his body as he violently wakes up,
"Wake up faggot"
he jolts off the couch, "What the fuck, Rick!?"
Black droplets of water fall onto the rug from his freshly dyed black hair. Rick drops the bucket, "What'd you just say boy?" Ian catches himself before clenching his fists, he tucks his tongue, backing down in fear "...nothing..." Rick grins, "Yeah, that's what I thought, now clean this shit up" he says, throwing the bucket at Ian.
...Fuck you Rick
As Rick walks away Ian's mom walks through the door,
"What the hell happened in here!?" Ian catches her eye, "Jesus honey what the fuck happened? You go for a fuckin' swim?" Drenched in freezing cold pond water Ian shakes his head, biting his tongue, scoffing,
"Maybe you should look at the bastard you call a fucking husband."
"Ian!-"
Storming away Ian goes to find towels, looking in the bathroom top shelf, his fists clutch, "Fucker" his mom felt the house Rumble as Ian stormed back out,
"Where the hell did all the damn towels go?"
His mom scoffs, "Do not talk to me that way-"
He nearly breaks, don't fucking loose it Ian-, keep your cool, and clench your fists. He takes a breath and lowers his tone,
"I know I put them up there last night"
"You fucking know better then to mouth off at me"
Ian could feel the unfair rage spread like wildfire, It was over
"I know better? OBVIOUSLY YOU FUCKING DON'T...LETTING THIS PRICK THROW YOU AROUND LIKE YOU'RE TRASH?..." He studies the tears forming in her eyes, she knew.
"He loves me", Ian scoffs, "Loves you? That ring doesn't mean shit, that piece of fucking paper, MIGHT AS WELL BE GOD DAMN HANDCUFFS, MOM" His voice trembles, he cares about his mom.
She sniffles before walking away, "clean this shit up."
His heart drops, losing his mom once again, fuck... He shakes and shivers pulling himself together, and goes to get towels from the dryer, but once again, nothing there. Ian completely breaks.
"Rick..."
He storms out of the laundry room, "RICK!" he calls out
His mom stands in the kitchen, thinking, interrupted by Ian's yells, she panics knowing what will happen, "IAN!-"
"WHERE'S THE FUCKING TOWLES RICK!?"
As if on cue, Rick bursts through the door,
"WHAT THE HELL YOU YELLIN FOR BOY?"
"I AM DONE PLAYING YOUR FUCKING GAMES, HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO CLEAN THIS SHIT UP WITH NO TOWELS YOU NO SELLING WASTE OF SPACE"
In a blind rage, Ian couldn't see what was coming, Rick violently wraps his hand around the back of Ian's neck and forces him against a wall,
"WHO THE FUCK YOU THINK YOU TALKIN TOO!?"
Ian stays quiet as the shock jolts through his spine, making him still.
Rick smashes his face against the wall again, his mom yelps,
"RICK STOP!"
"YOU STAY OUTTA THIS WOMEN"
...Ian once again cornered from his own actions, lays down and takes the brutal beating Numb and empty, feeling every sensation of pain as Rick kicks and beats the shit out of him before finally spitting on him, to give him one last message if he didn't feel it already, "You're nothing but trash Ian."
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