Brawl

[Axel: twenty-five years old; Christmas vacation]

"So your friend didn't make it after all?" Dad asks while we gather around the dining table for Christmas dinner.

"No, she went back to Sitka for Christmas. She's from Alaska."

“So far. You've never introduced a woman to us. Is she someone special?" Dad smiles indulgently.

"You finally got a girlfriend, Axel?" Mom asks in surprise although I know she's aware of my affairs with women in the past.

I open my mouth but Annalouie's cutlery drops to the floor, creating a disturbing clatter on the marbled surface. All eyes turn to him but he ducks down to pick up the utensil. A servant immediately takes it, replaces it with a new one and Annalouie resumes eating.

"Um..." I drink from my water and clear my throat. "We're planning to get married, mom, dad."

"What?" Mom and dad exclaims in unison.

This time, Annalouie's elbow hits his glass and it, too, falls to the floor. The water splashes near my feet and shards of glasses sprinkle around the floor.

"What is wrong with you, Annalouie?" Dad asks, frowning while servants hurriedly clean up the mess.

"Nothing." He shrugs and continues eating again.

"So, what was that you're telling us, Axel? You're going to get married?"

"Wait a minute, we haven't even met her, yet." Mom interjects.

The way mom reacts is as if she wants to protest about this marriage fraud. Good thing I'm not in love with Jessie, else, I'd make a good TV drama for a love that's against my parents wishes. I sigh and compose myself, ignoring Annalouie's attempt of disturbing the conversation by scraping his fork against the plate.

“She's from my work place. We intern the same time. We hit it off immediately coz, you know, we're like minded."

"That's great!" Dad agrees with a nod. "Nothing more compatible than a couple who understands each other's work. Isn't that right, Kylie?" Both mom and dad stare at each other with hearts in their eyes, smiling like sh*t, gives me creeps.

“Yeah. But..."

Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! That's the sound of Annalouie's fork scraping against his plate. Dreadful as f*ck! I want to punch the a$shole. F*ck Christmas Eve!

"It's just going to be a temporary one. Five years to be exact.”

Plink! Plink! Plink! He's fencing his fork and knife this time. Acting like a goddamn brat having a tantrum.

"What does that even mean?" Mom asks, glancing at Annalouie but doesn't react at all.

Squeak! Plink! Squeak! Plink! Now the combination.

"You see, her visa is about to expire and she'll get deported soon. I offered her marriage to be a residence."

"Oh, a marriage of..."

Squeak! Plink! Plink! Clank! Clank! Brrrrrrggggg...

Dad's unable to finish his words when Annalouie drops his cutlery heavily on his plate, drags his chair back before leaving the room. All of us look at his departing figure with confusion. Well, except for me. Freak must have his period. Annoying as sh*t! Whatever! As long as he's out, I can enjoy my food peacefully.

"So you mean it's just a marriage of convenience?" Dad continues. "Why don't you marry her for real? Don't you like her?"

"I like her but just as friends. Besides, real marriage is not in my radar right now."

"Well, you should start thinking about it, Axel. After all, you chose a demanding work that leaves you little time for yourself. Look at me and your mom. We planned on having another kid but we never able to."

"I'll sure think of it one of these days, dad."

Mom looks at me sideways but I quickly avert my eyes. What could she be thinking again? Damn it!

"By the way, Axel. Annalouie has been really not in the mood lately. He hasn't even held an exhibit this year. I was hoping if you can talk to your brother?" Dad asks.

"That won't be necessary." Mom quickly objects as if frightened that I'd start a fight again. "I'm sure Annalouie is just fine on his own."

"No." I cut mom off. "I'll go check up on him, dad. Don't worry." When mom's about to protest, I smile at her reassuringly. "It's alright mother. It's just a talk."

And so, I'm heading towards the freak's bedroom right now. To be honest, I really don't want to be alone with him anymore. I don't want to be a slave to lu$t and love again. But what can I say. I'm also a slave to the mask I'm wearing, desperate to please my dad for his wishes.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

The door opens in a split second, showing Annalouie's bloodshot eyes and tousled hair as if he's been tugging at it to make it into that mess. Seeing that it's me, his mossy eyes turn dark and his face sets into a grim. He grabs me by the throat and pulls me inside his room.

"Ack!" I choke from his tight grip, clawing at his arm to ease his hold around me.

"So you're going to get married, huh?" He asks tauntingly before pulling me from the door and pushing me to bed, face down.

"Annalouie, don't do this! I don't want to do this!"

"Yeah, because you're going to get married, right? So you still want pu$sy, after all? Hmm?”

"What are you talking about!" I fight against Annalouie's hold but he's pinned me tight onto the bed, his other hand is pulling roughly against my pants and underwear. "Annalouie! I said, I'm not going to do it with you! Not anymore! Let go you, bastard!"

"Shut up!"

Once he's dragged my pants and underwear down my thighs, he spreads my knees apart before thrusting into me. I scream and my eyes instantly tear up.

"It hurts! Pull it out! Son of the b*tch! Pull it the f*ck now!"

But my screams fall on deaf ears as Annalouie continues thrusting ruthlessly into me. I'm not ready and I'm dry as sh*t. I think he might've tore me up as well. This. This is what ra*e feels like. I start crying. Too f*cking angry and hurting, I want to kill this f*cker for real this time.

I don't know for how long he keeps thrusting into me, I just stopped the futile struggle beneath his massive body. When he starts growling, a sign that he's coming, Annalouie pulls out of me and c*m onto my back and thigh. Only then he releases me, stands up and zips up his pants.

"Get out!"

That f*cking pisses me off too f*cking much. I stand, although with difficulty, put on my pants before hitting his face. I punch the freak with all my strength, anger and pain. Annalouie staggers away, his lip instantly bleeds. He wipes it off, glances at the blood before looking at me with a murderous glare.

Sh*t backhanded me to my shock, splitting my lip before I twirl from the force. I recover my footing, charge towards him and punch his gut. Groaning, Annalouie doubles over. I use the opportunity to strike his face again. He takes it like a champ, his saliva mixed with blood spray to the side from the force of my punch.

I run for the door, successfully open it but the fucker drags me back by the collar of my shirt. I choke from the pressure, staggering back by the strength of his pull. Turning around, I elbow his side but he quickly dodges it and gives me a belly punch. Air leaves my lungs and I wobble back to the hallway.

Annalouie charges again, grabbing my neck and chokes me hard. I try kicking his balls but his arms are too long reaching that he's able to choke me with our bodies standing far apart. I grip his wrists, wrenching his hands away from my throat. At that moment, our parents hurried footfalls reach the hallway.

"Annalouie!" Dad yells out in shock.

"Axel!" Mom screams in fright.

Annalouie pulls me from the wall before tossing me towards our parents like a discarded banana peel. I sail in the air and land on my a$s with a heavy thud. Mom quickly bends over and inspects my face. I'm breathless and dizzy. The heavy slap must've moved sh*t in my gray matter.

"Are you alright?" Mom asks worriedly about me for the first time.

No, sh*t! I'm not alright at all. I want to scream at her but choose to shut my trap.

"Don't you ever show your face in front of me again!" Annalouie points a finger at me, glaring and jaw ticking before walking back into his room and slams the door shut that could create earthquake.

"What happened?" Dad asks, worried and shocked to what he witnessed.

Still breathless, I slowly stand, gaining purchase from the wall. "It's my fault." I grit out. "I started it. It's my fault." I look straight into their eyes and incline my head. "I'm so sorry, mom, dad."

I stumble into my bedroom and slowly shut the door before locking myself in. I strip my clothes one by one on my way towards the bathroom and step into the biting cold shower. Hands against the wall, I dip my head between my shoulders and weep.

F*ck! What just happened? What was the freak thinking? Asshole must've been sniffing sh*t! I should've known. He's sick in the head! Why am I even in love with the f*cker? He's batshit crazy, for fucks sake! I soap and rinse myself in autopilot. Afterwards, I dress into fresh clothes and leave my room.

"Axel, where are you going?" Mom asks when I pass by them in the living room.

"I'm sorry for ruining Christmas Eve. I will return to my condo right now. Tomorrow, I'm going to Sitka to meet Jessie's family. We're targeting new year as our wedding day. I'll send further information soon. I hope you can come. Thank you for the dinner."

"Axel." Dad calls out, stopping me from opening the door. "I know you must've been enduring Annalouie's attitude for a long time now. Don't worry, tonight won't ever happen again."

"I'm sure it won't, dad." I agree with a bitter smile. "I'm going." I open the front door, take my escape and drive my car.

I'm sure tonight won't happen again because I'm not going back there anymore. F*cker even threatened me not to appear in his face again. Who the f*ck cares! It's not like I like being around him either. Yes, I'm in love with him, but I also hate him just as passionately.

My eyes are blurry as sh*t because of tears. Three hours of drive on this sleek road should be troublesome as f*ck. But I'd rather die in a road accident than endure another minute being around that motherf*cker. Bastard's giving me coronary disease.

I shift my gear and pull up to the ditch. I hit the steering wheel a few times, screaming my lungs out and crying like a pu$sy. When I'm done throwing a tantrum, I slump on the wheel and cry even harder. My lungs feel like theyre about to explode. My heart's aching like a motherf*cker. I feel like shit!

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