[OPEN] Ghosts of the past.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain still hadn't uttered a word when Monroe returned. And in a bad mood enough, he gritted his teeth, suddenly completely and utterly pissed. "Fucking leave him the fuck alone," He growled at Monroe's dad. "Goddamn." He ran a hand through his hair, shifting his weight as he cleared his throat, rubbing at the back of his neck. "Fucking dumbasses," He mumbled under his breath.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe felt like he was back at the park again, Zain screaming at him and asking why he didn't love him. He took a sip of his soda, watching his dad get up and leave, probably to go to bed. He sat the soda on the floor, gently petting the puppy in his lap. "Good boy." He told him quietly, sinking further in his chair. He pulled his good leg up in the chair, lifting the dog to his chest.

[zain marshal rhoston]

"Yeah, walk away dumbshit," Zain growled after him, dilated eyes following his every move, looking plenty ready to go after him. He shifted his weight, glancing at Monroe for a moment, honestly wished his father would react.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe just looked down, petting his puppy gently. He knew everything that came out of Zain's mouth, he was going to have to pay for tomorrow. Had he not had Zain over when he got home, he wouldn't have had to have cleaned the entire front porch today. His dad would probably make him clean the pool tomorrow, and the back patio. He sat the puppy down on the floor, leaning back in his chair. His dad came back in and Monroe looked up.

"You're cleaning the patio tomorrow, and cooking dinner." He said, and Monroe sighed, picking up the dog again before he stepped on it.

"Whatever.." He mumbled.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain gritted his teeth. Tonight's drugs and events were sending him over the edge. They always did. "You fucking dumbfuck why you taking it out on him? Too chickenshit to face someone else?" He sneered at him, voice daring, eyes a bright yellow.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe looked over at him, hugging his dog close.

"No, I'm not afraid of you. My son needs to learn some manners, and not to bring people like you into my house." His dad said, looking over at Zain.

"Dad, stop.." Monroe pleaded, knowing he couldn't pull the two apart if they started fighting. He could barely stand.

"Go to bed, Monroe. Upstairs. Not in the game room." His dad said.

"Okay.. I will." Monroe mumbled, looking down at the puppy. He looked over at Zain, silently pleading with him not to go after his father. "Please.. Just let him go to bed.. He's been on my dick all day.."

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain drew in a breath. "People like me," He sciffed, dilated pupils rich with anger, a hunger for a fight. "And what would I be?" He scooted to the edge of the couch, barely glancing at Monroe at his plea. "He's fucking old enough to do what he wants. What control you have over him, dumbfuck?" An eyebrow raised in challenge. "You think you're so big and tough with your verbal damn threats when he can barely even walk right now huh? What the fuck is wrong with people? You're the third damn one tonight." This was doing nothing for his drug influenced mood.

[monroe owen hughes]

"That's just it. What ARE you? I may be like everyone else, but you are too. You're going to leave one day. Because people like you can't stay with anyone. You and Monroe are one in the same. Neither of you care about anything past sex." His dad said from the door.

"Oh my fuck! Really? Am I jumping his fucking bones right now?" Monroe asked.

"Don't speak to me like that." His dad said.

"I'm a grown damn adult. I'll talk how I want."

"Not under my roof. Get you a house if you want to talk and act like a whore."

"A what?"

"You heard me."

"I am going to beat the fuck out of you.." Monroe scowled, glaring at him from over his chair.

"I'd like to see you try." His dad said, glaring back at him.

"I don't have to try. I will. I'm not a fucking whore." Monroe spat, picking up a book and hurling it at him.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain just laughed. This was asinine. He stood, hands fisting. "Maybe you're right, and maybe while we're at it, I'm crazy too, huh? But maybe I din't give a damn. Hell, maybe that 'accident' the other.night wasn't an accident. Maybe I just kind of leaned over and jerked the wheel, hm??" This was Zain, this was crazy and pissed and confused all in one. All he needed was a trigger, and Monroe throwing the book was the finger. He moved instantly, arms wrapping around his father's neck as he dragged him back. "And maybe I don't give a damn fuck about you, maybe I'm a whore and sex addict, but maybe you're an asshole that needs a fucking lesson," He growled from gritted teeth, yellow eyes blazing.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe should have known it was going to come to this, that someone was going to get hurt. He curled up in his chair, petting his dog gently. He bit his lip, choking back tears before he started crying, listening silently to his dad's struggles. He hated when his dad was right, especially about people he cared about. And as it would turn out, the only person Monroe cared about was Zain. He knew Zain was going to leave, it was only just a question of when.

'He's not even yours to begin with..' He thought, heard his mother come downstairs and gasp.

"MONROE, DO SOMETHING." She screamed.

"I have a broken leg. You expect me to get up and walk over there?" He asked.