Outlaw Star Fan Fiction ❯ Cassiopeia ❯ Broken Home ( Chapter 3 )
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Chapter Three: Broken Home:
Her parents always fought. She used to just tone it out. Lately,
the fighting grew worse.
I guess moving didn't change anything, she thought in her
room. Her parents, Ivy and Jack, had a hot-blooded relationship.
One minute they fought and the next, they were hot and heavy.
Lately, the hot and heavy became few and far in between.
Crash! More dishes hit the floor.
“I hate you!” Ivy shouted.
“I'm glad to know the feeling is mutual!”Jack yelled
back. “Bitch!”
“What did you say?!”
“You heard me, bitch!”
Their daughter closed her eyes as she listened for the slap to
follow. I can't take this anymore, she thought. Smack!
“You hit me! You actually hit me, you bitch! Come
here!” Jack shouted. His daughter huddled up into a ball as
the violent grew worse. Make them stop. Make them stop!
Unbeknownst to her, Ivy was plotting. She developed a hobby of
gardening. Her specialty? Ivy secretly grew poisonous flowers.
Right now, she tended to her “babies.” Ivy smiled at
their dark petals. The right amount could kill a grown man. This
evening's fight set her plans into action. Twenty years led to
this? Ivy snorted to herself. Fuck that! She counted
down the days to harvest the solution to her marital problems.
Soon, Ivy thought. She tended to her deadly children before
going back into the house.
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Three days later…
The family waited for their breakfast in the living room. Jack
tried to look over into the kitchen.
“Hey, honey!” he shouted. “You coming with your
surprise yet?”
“Just a second, dear!” Ivy called back. She glanced
around the kitchen for a moment. Husband and daughter watched the
morning TV as they waited. The wife smirked to herself. She picked
up two of her lethal children and stuck them into Jack's beer. Ivy
smiled at her handy work. Just twenty more minutes, she
thought. Ivy gripped the kitchen counter.
“You know something,” she said. “I really love
you, Jack.” Her husband blinked at that statement.
“Okay… what is this?” he asked.
“Do you love me too?” his wife asked. Jack shrugged
without a thought.
“I guess,” he answered. “Why?” Ivy smirked
at such a half-assed attempt to save himself. She took the flowers
out of his drink. The wife turned around with the tray in her
hands.
“Thanks for waiting!” she cheered. Ivy walked it the
living room and served her family. Breakfast began like normal with
silence, eating, and the TV in the background. Ivy eyed her husband
as she drank her beer.
Suddenly, Jack grew pale and began to gag. His daughter looked up
in a panic.
“Dad?!” she shouted. “Dad, what's wrong?!”
Jack gasped for air and crashed back to the couch, foaming at the
mouth. While Ivy smiled at her work, their daughter ran to the
phone to call for help.
Two hours later, Jack Tyler was pronounced dead at home.
The plot had just began to unfold, but first the other parents had
to be taken out of the picture.