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Jake gave me a sad look and I felt tears brim in my eyes but I quickly blinked them back.
"Serapha he's a child. He didn't mean it" One of the women spoke.
Ignoring them I took my things before rushing out the door.
As I walked out I saw Marcus standing on the porch, his head leaning against Lucas's. "Drive" Marcus ordered, his voice shaky.
I reached the keys inside his coat pocket and took them out. I glanced at Lucas, his cut was bleeding but he wasn't crying. His face red and eyes teary but as usual he was holding them back.
I opened the door and got into the driver's seat. Marcus sat next to me and kept Lucas on his lap, hugging him as I started the engine and drove off.
Black clouds sprawled across the evening sky, faltering the light of the setting sun. Droplets of water began downpouring onto the windscreen warning of a storm yet to come.
Uncomfortable silence remained inside the car as no one spoke. Marcus kept his elbow on the door and stared out the window. Lucas kept playing with Marcus's watch, turning it to left and right.
Stillness inside was disrupted by a low crackle of thunder. The air grew heavy and humidity pressed down as more drops fell flooding the streets.
As we reached the gates Marcus covered Lucas's head with his coat and got off the car, rain pouring down on him. He strode inside in fury and I quickly parked the car to follow him inside.
He kept Lucas on the kitchen counter and opened the cabinets to search the first aid box, his hands running around making a mess of everything. I could see the pain beneath his eyes, his soul drowning in anger.
When he couldn't find it he growled in rage and smashed a dish on the floor. Lucas flinched at the sound and looked at me.
"Marcus you are scaring him"
Marcus raised his head and glanced at me through teary eyes. He then turned his head and stared at Lucas who was looking at us in fear.
I walked into the kitchen and opened the drawer where the first aid box was. I took it and applied an ointment on Lucas's head and then covered it with a plaster.
"What did he do? He's just two years old. Why does everyone keep doing this?" I heard Marcus whisper.
I gulped and wiped the tears that were forming in my eyes, my hands shaking as grief consumed me.
"Marcus that boy was just five years old. He must have picked it up from-"
"DO YOU THINK A FIVE YEAR OLD READ MAGAZINES?" Marcus raised his voice, his eyes turning a shade of red. "He listens to his parents. His parents talk about Lucas like that. Everyone talks about Lucas like that. You want to give an excuse for that too?"
"I wasn't giving an excuse-"
"Then shut up" Marcus snapped. "I don't tolerate my child being treated like this"
He kicked the pantry cupboard and Lucas winced at the sound. I wrapped my hands around him and brought his head on to my chest.
Marcus ran his hands through his hair, ruffling it in fury. He strode to the living room and sat on a couch before the glass wall, staring at the pool.
Thunder struck again almost shattering the glasses with it's roar. Heavy rain poured down blinding the sight outside.
Lucas raised his head and looked up at me in confusion. "Daddy is just sad. Do you want to go and calm him?"
Lucas nodded his head. I picked him up and kept him on the floor. I took his plastic animal toys from the table and gave it to him. He held them with his small hands and then walked towards Marcus.
Seeing him Marcus wiped his tears and took Lucas to his arms. He sat him on his lap and hugged him from the back.
"What did the lion do today?" Marcus pointed at the lion toy in Lucas's hands.
"Did he eat a deer?"
Lucas shook his head.
"Then?"
"Saved a... deer"
"Lions don't save deers"
Lucas pursed his lips, thinking hard of something. Then he showed his lion to Marcus. "He... does"
Marcus chuckled and kissed Lucas on the head.
I stared at them with a small smile on my lips and turned to leave, giving them space.
"Serapha"
I turned around as Marcus called me.
"Come" He extended his hand, asking me to take it. I walked over to him and he pulled me on to the couch next to him. He kept his hand on my thigh and gave a soft kiss on my cheek.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gotten mad at you-"
"Don't apologise. I know you were just worried about Lucas"
Marcus stared at me for a while and then looked down, fidgeting with his fingers.
"It hurts" He said slowly. "It hurts so much Serapha"
I brought my hand up to his chin and gently raised his head to look at me. "I know" I caressed his cheek with my thumb. "I know Marcus but we'll get through this"
He looked at me, his eyes searching for comfort. "I hope so"
"Serapha he's a child. He didn't mean it" One of the women spoke.
Ignoring them I took my things before rushing out the door.
As I walked out I saw Marcus standing on the porch, his head leaning against Lucas's. "Drive" Marcus ordered, his voice shaky.
I reached the keys inside his coat pocket and took them out. I glanced at Lucas, his cut was bleeding but he wasn't crying. His face red and eyes teary but as usual he was holding them back.
I opened the door and got into the driver's seat. Marcus sat next to me and kept Lucas on his lap, hugging him as I started the engine and drove off.
Black clouds sprawled across the evening sky, faltering the light of the setting sun. Droplets of water began downpouring onto the windscreen warning of a storm yet to come.
Uncomfortable silence remained inside the car as no one spoke. Marcus kept his elbow on the door and stared out the window. Lucas kept playing with Marcus's watch, turning it to left and right.
Stillness inside was disrupted by a low crackle of thunder. The air grew heavy and humidity pressed down as more drops fell flooding the streets.
As we reached the gates Marcus covered Lucas's head with his coat and got off the car, rain pouring down on him. He strode inside in fury and I quickly parked the car to follow him inside.
He kept Lucas on the kitchen counter and opened the cabinets to search the first aid box, his hands running around making a mess of everything. I could see the pain beneath his eyes, his soul drowning in anger.
When he couldn't find it he growled in rage and smashed a dish on the floor. Lucas flinched at the sound and looked at me.
"Marcus you are scaring him"
Marcus raised his head and glanced at me through teary eyes. He then turned his head and stared at Lucas who was looking at us in fear.
I walked into the kitchen and opened the drawer where the first aid box was. I took it and applied an ointment on Lucas's head and then covered it with a plaster.
"What did he do? He's just two years old. Why does everyone keep doing this?" I heard Marcus whisper.
I gulped and wiped the tears that were forming in my eyes, my hands shaking as grief consumed me.
"Marcus that boy was just five years old. He must have picked it up from-"
"DO YOU THINK A FIVE YEAR OLD READ MAGAZINES?" Marcus raised his voice, his eyes turning a shade of red. "He listens to his parents. His parents talk about Lucas like that. Everyone talks about Lucas like that. You want to give an excuse for that too?"
"I wasn't giving an excuse-"
"Then shut up" Marcus snapped. "I don't tolerate my child being treated like this"
He kicked the pantry cupboard and Lucas winced at the sound. I wrapped my hands around him and brought his head on to my chest.
Marcus ran his hands through his hair, ruffling it in fury. He strode to the living room and sat on a couch before the glass wall, staring at the pool.
Thunder struck again almost shattering the glasses with it's roar. Heavy rain poured down blinding the sight outside.
Lucas raised his head and looked up at me in confusion. "Daddy is just sad. Do you want to go and calm him?"
Lucas nodded his head. I picked him up and kept him on the floor. I took his plastic animal toys from the table and gave it to him. He held them with his small hands and then walked towards Marcus.
Seeing him Marcus wiped his tears and took Lucas to his arms. He sat him on his lap and hugged him from the back.
"What did the lion do today?" Marcus pointed at the lion toy in Lucas's hands.
"Did he eat a deer?"
Lucas shook his head.
"Then?"
"Saved a... deer"
"Lions don't save deers"
Lucas pursed his lips, thinking hard of something. Then he showed his lion to Marcus. "He... does"
Marcus chuckled and kissed Lucas on the head.
I stared at them with a small smile on my lips and turned to leave, giving them space.
"Serapha"
I turned around as Marcus called me.
"Come" He extended his hand, asking me to take it. I walked over to him and he pulled me on to the couch next to him. He kept his hand on my thigh and gave a soft kiss on my cheek.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gotten mad at you-"
"Don't apologise. I know you were just worried about Lucas"
Marcus stared at me for a while and then looked down, fidgeting with his fingers.
"It hurts" He said slowly. "It hurts so much Serapha"
I brought my hand up to his chin and gently raised his head to look at me. "I know" I caressed his cheek with my thumb. "I know Marcus but we'll get through this"
He looked at me, his eyes searching for comfort. "I hope so"
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