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Gorillaz - Forever a child ch 6

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Both David and Stuart flinched and groaned loudly. That was real BAD news...

David: Well, then I'll be at work.

Stuart: Dad! Why can you run away from it but not me!?

David: Because I can't be in the same bloody room with her!

Stuart: neither can I!

Rachel: Same here. But you all know how I feel about her anyway! I don't like her here at all, but she's a relative!

Stuart: But you're only being nice to her for the money.

Rachel: *slams her fist into the table* I'm not!

David and Stuart: …

Rachel: Excuse me…

David: So… Did she invite herself again?

Rachel: Yes! Urgh… Or maybe I said that she was welcome, I don't know! I always say things to make her shut up and stop bothering me every time we visit her!

David: I stay by my words! I'll be at work!

Rachel: Do as you want then! But she's coming anyway… Oh God, Sometimes I wish she just could… stop coming around!

David: Well I believe it would be best for herself if she would die.

Rachel: David! Death is not the answer on her problems!

David: Fine, forget about her then. It would be way better for US if she died!

Stuart: Mom…

Rachel: Yes honey?

Stuart: Please don't tell that I have to wear a dress again…

Rachel: oh… I forgot about that…

After a few days the weekend finally arrived. David escaped and spent the day at work as he told his family before. Stuart was now sitting in front of the TV again, not caring about his mother who rushed around the house, putting on earrings and lipstick. Stuart actually thought it was pretty amazing how Rachel could do so much in such short time. After all not many mothers could do that.

Rachel: Stuart! Be nice and change clothes.

Stuart: Why!?

Rachel: *frowns* I think you know.

Stuart: NO! I already been putting up with all that crap! I don't want to!

Rachel: Stuart! Look, I know you hate to dress up as a girl. But please… It's just for an hour or two.

Stuart: That can feel like a bloody lifetime…

Rachel: Stop using ugly words!

Stuart: Why!? I still don't understand why I have to pretend so hard to be something I'm not! Besides, I hate that old shit whore!

Rachel: STUART! Where on earth have you learned THAT word!?

Stuart: Murdoc.

Rachel: *groans* I'll talk to him later… But from now on, put on something else!

Stuart: I can't! I don't have any stupid dress!

Rachel: I know, but I bought something else for you.

Stuart: What? A wig?

Rachel: No, a blouse and some hairclips. They're in a bag on your bed.

Stuart: What color?

Rachel: White with some blue around the collar. Now go change! Aunt Karen will be here in a few minutes!

Stuart groaned and jumped off the couch. The thought of dressing up girly and stupid again was eating him alive! He actually started wishing that Aunt Karen could die soon! Just hope that she would be nicer to God. Stuart entered his room and found the bag on his bed. He emptied it and observed the blouse a bit. It was at least better then wearing a bloody dress! Stuart pulled off his T-shirt and started to button the blouse. It looked horrible! Better than a dress but still horrible. Stuart had seen a girl in his school who wore the same blouse, except that her blouse was pink and Stuart's white. He looked at the hairclips as well and frowned. They were small and white, the same color as the blouse. Yet they has small flower on them, not very nicely made. Stuart sigh and walked into the bathroom and grabbed a little bag that stood on a shelf. His mom kept her brush and some make up in there. He looked for a come and became brushing his hair with it. He made it look nicely and not messy. He then placed the hairclips on his right side to keep a part of his hair out of his face. Yet he frowned at his reflection. He looked so stupid! Luckily either his friends or Murdoc was here. That would b the final straw! Suddenly Rachel stumbled in and grabbed her little make up bag. She dug into it and fished up a red lipstick and began painting her lip for at least the sixth time. Stuart leaned against the bathroom wall and observed his mother.

Stuart: Mom…

Rachel: Yes?

Stuart: Are you ok?

Rachel: Of course I am! Why wouldn't I be!?

Stuart: Because you're painting your cheek…

Rachel: HUH!? FUCK!

Stuart: Language, Mom…

Rachel frowned and grabbed some paper to wipe away the worst of the lipstick that was now all over her left cheek. She didn't actually want to dress up nice as the old hag was coming to visit. But what the hell could she do when Karen was a bloody perfectionist. A bread crumb on the floor or a painting that was tilting and Aunt Karen wouldn't shut up for hours! Finally Rachel got rid of the damn lipstick as she scrubbed her cheek until it got all pink. She then took a deep breath and looked at her son.

Rachel: That's perfect honey.

Stuart: I still hate it…

Rachel: I know you do. But there's something's missing…

Stuart: If you put lipstick on me I swear I will run away from home!

Rachel: No! No makeup! I just thought… a necklace maybe…

Rachel left the bathroom and headed too her room. She looked through her jewelry box and took out a little silver necklace with a little heart. It was a gift she got from David when they got engaged. She smiled and walked back to the bathroom where Stuart was waiting. She then carefully put the necklace around Stuart's neck and smiled widely at him. Stuart fiddle a little with the heart and shrugged.

Rachel: Alright. Now I just need to make some tea!

Stuart: I can help!

Rachel: Good. Just watch your clothes.

Rachel and Stuart took their time to make the tea, take out the nice cups and make everything ready for the little tea party. Suddenly the doorbell rang and Rachel knew that Karen had arrived. She hurried up to the door and quickly fixed her hair a little before she took a deep breath and opened the door. Aunt Karen stood in the door way, dressed in a nice outfit, pearls around her neck and a expensive purse. She looked at Rachel from top to toe before her first insult came across her lips.

Karen: My, Rachel. I must be early. I see you hadn't the time to go change.

Rachel twitched and shut the door with a huge slam. She then took a few deep breaths and tried hard not to let the angry scream come out. Stuart bit his lip and leaned against the wall again. He knew that this wouldn't end well. Rachel then opened the door again and smiled as warmly as she could.

Rachel: Hello dear Karen. Sorry, the wind shut the door. Come in.

Karen slowly entered the hallway and looked around slowly. She then sighed, took off her shoes and her coat.

Karen: Gee. I see that you still got horrible taste. And it seems like you didn't have time to clean either before I arrived.

Rachel twitched again and clenched her fists hard. She felt like kicking the old hag out of her house at once. Stuart who was hiding from Aunt Karen as she stepped into the living room, hurried up to his mother to calm her down. She was so angry she talked
through her teeth.

Stuart: Mom?

Rachel: Stuart, honey. Hand me your baseball bat!

Stuart: What?

Rachel: I can't take it!

Stuart: Let's just try to deal with her. She will leave soon enough.

Rachel: Yeah. And if she doesn't want to, I'll make her leave.

Rachel took another deep breath and put on a happy face before she and Stuart walked into the living room where Aunt Karen was waiting. She almost dropped her purse in shock as she saw Stuart.

Karen: My stars! What in the world happened to my Stella!

Stuart: *Frowns* Stuart…

Karen: What in the world have you done to your hair!?

Stuart: I ate too much blueberry pie…

Rachel: *sigh* Don't matter that, Karen. Let's just sit down and enjoy our tea.

Karen: You shouldn't let young girls dye their hair! It's not good!

Stuart: *sigh*

Rachel: I know that, Karen. But I said, don't matter it. So, How are you feeling? Would you like some tea?

Karen: Well, I feel fine thank you. Yes please.

Rachel: That's very nice to hear.

Karen: I hope you bought the tea I like. Normally all the tea you bought taste like dirt.

Rachel: *twitch* Don't worry. I bought chamomile like you wanted.

Karen: That's nice. *takes a sip* And where's your husband?

Rachel: David's at work.

Karen: I really think he should quit that horrible job of his and do something else.

Rachel: Please. He actually likes his work.

Karen: But I don't like it! He's not very successful.

Stuart: I think my dad's work is great!

Karen: Hush! A girl shouldn't raise her voice like that.

Stuart: For the last freaking time, I'm not-

Rachel: Would you like a biscuit, Karen!?

Karen: Why yes please.

Stuart: *frowns*

Karen: I like your clothes at least, Stella. Sadly you're not wearing the dresses I bought for you.

Stuart: *whispers* I threw them in the trash…

Karen: What was that?

Rachel: I thought a blouse would look nicer today.

Karen: Well, you're thinking too much dear Rachel. And why won't you let her hair grow out?

Stuart: I like my hair the way it is.

Karen: I still think it's better if it was longer. A braid or ponytail would fit you well.

Rachel: Let's talk about something else…

Rachel and Stuart tried their best to live through Aunt Karen's torture, meanwhile Murdoc had just lit a cigarette and leaned against the kitchen wall. At the table was his older brother Hannibal sitting, reading the newspaper. Hannibal rested his feet on the table and uninterested flipped pages without reading so carefully what the paper said. Both Murdoc and Hannibal lived at their father's place without caring much for the future. Neither of them cared about moving out nor start their own life. They just let the days pass by and see what happened. Even if they both were in their early twenties, they still fought and acted like two 12 year olds, except that when it came to fighting they wouldn't stop until someone was bleeding. Their father Sebastian Jacob Niccals was an alcoholic and not the best father in the world. But still he had taken care of the two he liked to call "mistakes"! Murdoc inhaled the strong smoke before he looked over at his brother again. Hannibal yawned and scratched his neck a bit before he continued looking through the paper.

Murdoc: Got something interesting over there?

Hannibal: No…

Murdoc: Like always…

Hannibal: Don't you have to look after that little brat or something?

Murdoc: For your information, I'm free today.

Hannibal: Hurray…

Murdoc: At least I'm earning money.

Hannibal: At least I got a bigger dick than you.

Murdoc: Go to hell!

Hannibal: Already there…

Murdoc frowned at Hannibal's smart ass comment and kept enjoying his smoke. At least he could smoke inside in this old rat hole to home. Suddenly an older man, no one other than their dad, stumbled into the kitchen. Sebastian groaned and rubbed his face all irritated from a horrible headache. Hannibal and Murdoc glared at him for a second before going back to their own business. The Niccals didn't actually have many conversations. Sebastian then flinched and glared at his two sons with a cold stare. Murdoc groaned and bite into his cigarette. Hannibal sighed and flipped page without looking up.

Hannibal: Something's on your mind, dad?

Sebastian: I just noticed something about you two…

Murdoc: What?

Sebastian: YOU'RE STILL HERE! Feel free to… get the HELL out!

Hannibal: I'm working on it.

Murdoc: Well, I WILL get out! As soon as I get enough money to buy that Winnebago and get the HELL out of TOWN! Not just this old rat hole.

Hannibal: Why do you even want to buy that old piece of crap?

Murdoc: Well, at least I got plans for MY future!

Sebastian: Would you two hens stop clucking dammit!?

Hannibal: Whatever…

Murdoc: As soon as I got that car I'll leave this rat hole so I won't have to turn into a grumpy old man who only complains about life and beats the hell out of his family!

Sebastian: Don't be so damn nosy!

Without warning Sebastian turned and raised his fist. Murdoc flinched as he received a hard punch in the face and fell backwards, hitting the table which fell over as well. Hannibal quickly lifted up his feet and held the newspaper harder. He then blinked and looked at his little brother who groaned and rubbed his face slowly. Murdoc frowned but then smiled.

Murdoc: HA! You missed my nose old man! O-ouch! *rubs his eye instead*

Hannibal: Yeah… But he got a good hit on your eye mate…

Sebastian: *twitch* That's for being a annoying little peasant around me!

Hannibal: *blinks* Umm Dad?

Sebastian: What!?

Hannibal: Are you High?

Sebastian: Maybe! *snorts*

Murdoc groaned again and rose up from the floor. He couldn't wait to get out of this damn place and start his own life. Being insulted and abused every day since birth wasn't the best life of course. Murdoc made his way out to the hallway and grabbed his jacket. He didn't care if he had work or not, Stuart's place was WAY better than this piece of hell!

Meanwhile, Rachel and Stuart kept struggling with aunt Karen who only got worse by the time. In only 20 minutes she had already insulted Rachel from top to toe about her clothing, cooking, work, house, life, hairstyle, makeup and even her personality. Stuart could see that his mother was on her way to lose it soon since Rachel's cheek was glowing in a red shade and her eyes were showing hate! Still she worked her best to keep the fake smile on and play along. Karen sighed and drank a sip from her tea cup.

Karen: *sigh* It's a shame that you can't let Stella's hair grow out. After all, I wonder if you even have what it takes to take care of children at all.

Rachel: *twitch* I'm…fine… thanks…

Stuart: I like my hair the way it is I said!

Karen: Well I said that I didn't like it!

Rachel: *picks up her cup slowly* So… Karen? Are you staying for dinner?

Karen: Oh that reminds me! Rachel, the next time we're going to have supper together, let's eat out. That way everyone will get something they like.

Rachel: *puts down the cup and growls lightly.* Lovely idea…

Karen: Oh, and when is David coming home?

Rachel: Late, I believe.

Karen: Hump. That man… Always working. I can't believe how you could choose that man!

Rachel: And what is that suppose to mean?

Karen: I'm just saying that maybe he wasn't the best chose you made, Rachel. I believe that someone else could have been better. But maybe you put on a few pounds and no one else was interested in you.

Rachel: *growls* I'm NOT fat… And what does THAT have to do with anything?

Stuart: I don't think that mom is fat.

Karen: Well, Maybe I'm just saying that I think it's a shame that your husband runs away to work and stays there all day long and leaves his family behind. You can barely take care of your own child alone.

Rachel: *bits her lip in irritation* Really!?

Karen: But, it can also be that he works all week long to get away from you. Maybe you need to become a better wife and not only a better mother.

That was the final straw and without warning Rachel slammed her fists into the table and rose up from her seat. Her eyes were showing hate and she panted heavily. Stuart stared at his mother in shock and Aunt Karen was so surprised she dropped her cup.

Rachel: You know what!? Now I'm getting real fed up with your damn insulting and credit! I'm bloody tired of you! Tired of your ugly face, tired of your ugly outfits and tired of your damn stinky breath! I bloody wish you got run over by a car on your way home so I could dance on your grave when you're dead!

Karen: RACHEL! *frowns*

Rachel: Shut up! Now I will talk for a moment! I'm so damn tired of you! Every time you're around you start to crudities me on everything I do! And you know what!? I think I understand why you're such a nasty old hag who is mean to everything and everyone around you! That's because you're a mean TINY little woman who no one loves and only wish were dead!

Karen: RACHEL! BE QUIET! Not in front of Stella!

Rachel: OH! And THAT'S another bloody thing I'm so damn tired about! STOP calling STUART for STELLA! He is your bloody NEPHEW! NOT NIECE! NEPHEW! Why can't you just accept that he is a bloody boy!? That is something you always been rubbing in my face! You blame David because he made me pregnant with a boy! VERY MATURE! I fucking wish you could get that into your fat old raisin head! NOW! Tea times over!

Karen: How dare you Rachel! NO ONE has EVER talked to me like that before!

Rachel: Well Karen, Maybe it was on time that someone finally did! NOW GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE BEFORE I'll THROW YOU OUT!

Karen frowned and rose up, angrily walking out to the hallway to get her coat. She then glared at Rachel in hate before she stormed out of the house and slammed the door after her. Rachel sighed in relief and ran her hand through her hair. God, she had waited for this so long. Stuart smirked and walked up to his mother.

Stuart: That was amazing mom! I didn't know you could be like that!

Rachel: A side of me I like to keep hidden…

Stuart: I still like it!

Rachel: *smiles* Stuart. Get out of those clothes, but on your own and let's have Pizza when David comes home.

Stuart: Alright!

Stuart was just about to run to his room when suddenly It was a knock on the door again. Rachel blinked and looked the door. Stuart looked at her and shrugged as well.

Rachel: If it's Aunt Karen who forgot her purse I'll push it into her face and laugh!

Stuart: I want to see that!

Rachel smiled at him before she opened the door and was ready to yell something but stopped as she noticed it was Murdoc. He groaned and forced himself to smile a bit. He looked a bit messy and she noticed that he had a black eye.

Rachel: Hello Murdoc.

Murdoc: Hello… Got something against if I come in?

Rachel: Not at all. Come in. Are you alright?

Murdoc: Sure, I'm fine…

Murdoc sighed and walked in, throwing his jacket off. Rachel picked it up and hanged it up nicely. Murdoc stuck his hand into his pockets and groaned a bit. His eye hurt but he didn't care. Rachel smiled at him warmly.

Rachel: Would you like to stay for dinner?

Murdoc: Sure… Where's Shrimp?

Rachel: He's in the living room. Oh and Murdoc…

Murdoc: What?

Rachel: Can you please watch your language around Stuart? I don't want him to learn too bad words…

Murdoc: I'll try.

Rachel: Lovely.

Rachel walked to her bedroom to change while Murdoc walked into the living room. Stuart was about to help his mother to clean up after the tea time and blinked as Murdoc stopped in the doorway. Murdoc flinched as he saw Stuart's outfit. This time he didn't start laughing or thinking that Stuart looked stupid. Stuart actually looked… cute!

Stuart: What's up with you?

Murdoc: *shakes his head* Nothing… What the hell are you wearing!?

Stuart: Aunt Karen was on a visit…

Murdoc: Oh! That old hag whose party we crashed?

Stuart: Yes… Her… But it's fine. Mom kicked her out and yelled her right in the face! You should have seen it! It was awesome!

Murdoc: I think I saw her on the way here. She was mad as hell! And just as ugly… *snickers*

Stuart: *smiles* Yeah! I'm just going to change clothes! I hate those girly ones.

Murdoc: Umm… Do that…

Stuart turned and walked to his room while Murdoc waited in the living room. He rubbed his neck a bit and felt pretty weird. Why did he even think that that little kid looked… Cute!? Murdoc shook his head and frowned. It was probably just some stupid thoughts…
Chapter 6 of this story me and :icontwinkel13: made up together. enjoy if you can^^


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lmfaooooooo rofl i lost it when his mom said her head was a fat old raisin XDDD