BRUTHALY LUV -18
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26 yr old Marlon Overton lay in bed, ignoring the knock of his daughter (Rachelle) as she tried to wake him for breakfast. It'd only been a couple of days since his boyfriend (Curtis Williams) left for greener pastures in Atlanta Ga., leaving Marlon behind to raise his own kid. "Daddy..., you in there...?" called Rachelle, trying to peer through the crack in the door. "Breakfast is ready daddy...! Are you coming up today...?" she asked, placing her ear up to the door.
"Come on Rachelle..." called Crystal from the stairwell, "...your breakfast is getting cold!"
"But daddy's not up yet...!" cried Rachelle, wanting her dad to join them as she twisted the doorknob and tried to force her way in.
"Your dad'll come up when he's READY...!" telled Crystal, "Now come upstairs and eat! I have to drive you to school again this morning...!"
"Awww..." pouted Rachelle, stomping her feet on the way back up. "...I wanted DADDY to take me to school today!"
"I know, honey..." said Crystal, closing the upstairs door after Rachelle walked back onto the kitchen to take her seat at the table. "...but your dad isn't feeling well, I guess...! Maybe tomorrow...?"
"You said THAT yesterday..." said Rachelle, her face frowning like a sour lemon.
"What's WRONG with him...?" asked Dan, sitting at the table, across from Rachelle.
"Curtis left for Atlanta a few days ago..." reminded Crystal, pouring orange juice for Rachelle. "...Marlon's still kind of depressed about it, I guess...!"
"So why didn't he just move to Atlanta with him...?" asked Dan, curiously.
Crystal didn't answer verbally, but slighted her eyes towards her daughter...
"Oh." said Dan. "That means you need to find a NEW roommate...?" he questioned.
"I guess..." said Crystal, taking a seat. "...but Curt gave me his half of the rent to cover the next 4 months..., so I'm not in any rush...!"
"Good..." said Dan, digging into his scrambled eggs and home fries. "...at least he didn't try to Welch on his responsibilities!"
"No..." agreed Crystal, "...Curtis was ALWAYS upfront with the money..., even helping to take care of Rachelle..." she added, looking at her daughter. "...I'm gonna miss having him around!"
Dan looked Crystal over curiously...
"You SURE there was nothing going on between you two that I should know about...?" he asked.
Crystal looked shocked...
"With me and Curtis...?" she asked, confused. "No, never! He was like a brother to me...! That's all!"
"Okay..." smirked Dan contently, shoveling another spoonful of eggs into his mouth.
Marlon listened from the basement as his family sat upstairs eating breakfast and living their lives to the fullest. He could hear Crystal moving about, washing dishes after breakfast. He could hear her calling to their daughter to `hurry up' as the time to leave came rushing up on them. Soon he could hear the pitter-patter feet of Rachelle running across the floor to catch up with her mother on the porch. He heard the front door slam, then heard nothing but quiet.
As much as he wanted to go upstairs and join them in their daily lives, he just wasn't ready yet, he just couldn't drag himself out of bed to face the world. The sheets still smelt of Curtis, leaving Marlon with (at least) his scent. But it made him a captive, a prisoner of his own bed. Marlon felt physical pain when he tried to leave it behind, as if someone was ripping an artery from his heart.
Drifting back off to sleep, he re-awoke sometime around noon when the house phone wouldn't stop ringing. Marlon didn't want to speak with anyone, but couldn't listen to the annoying ringing any longer.
"Hello...!" he barked angrily, figuring it to be a telemarketer.
"Marlon..., don't forget to pick Rachelle up from school today..., my mother can't do it this time! And you know she'll be expelled if you're late again...!" said Crystal, calling from the beauty shop.
Marlon sighed...
"Okay..." he said, wanting to get back to sleep.
"I'm SERIOUS, Marlon..." she emphasized. "...I NEED you to be there on time!"
"OKAY!" yelled Marlon, hanging up the phone.
Getting out of bed, he wandered upstairs to the bathroom, taking a much needed piss before hopping into the shower. It was about 1pm when Marlon was fully dressed with nowhere to go. With a couple of hours left to kill, he decided to step outside for the first time since Curtis' departure. The streets were mostly clear that early afternoon, as most kids were in school and most adults were at work. Marlon was grateful that there wasn't a lot of people about, in no real mood to be cordial. He'd only gotten a couple of blocks away from his home when he ran into a familiar face...
Standing on a street corner was the neighborhood drug dealer who got Marlon hooked on drugs in the first place, talking with someone (perhaps a customer?). Marlon instantly recognized him, though he'd been gone out of the neighborhood for some time. Marlon thought it was best just to avoid the man all together, and tried crossing the street (hoping to disappear down a side street) before the man could see him...
"Yo..., Marlon...!" yelled the dealer, spotting him as soon as he began to cross. "Yo hommie..., where you been...?"
"Hey Marvin..." smiled Marlon, crossing BACK over to greet his former dealer. "...how are you...?"
"Been good hommie, been good...! Where YOU been...?" asked Marvin, shaking hands. "I ain't SEEN you in like..., YEARS...! Heard you got locked up...!"
"Yeah..." answered Marlon, feeling ashamed about his past. "...that was about 4 years ago or so..." he admitted, "...I did a year in Pieds...(Piedmont Penitentiary).
"No shit...?" asked Marvin, enthusiastically. "So did I...! Did you know Duke and Killer-Pete and them...?"
"Yeah..." admitted Marlon, instantly lowering his head at the mention of their names.
"Yeah..., them was my hommies...!" said Marvin, fondly. "I got that killa shit, man..." he offered, changing the subject. "...you know I gotta lookout fo' one'a my peeps...!"
"I'm okay..." declined Marlon, knowing Marvin was referring to drugs. "...I've been clean for almost 3 years now...!"
"Damn..., thas wussup...!" said Marvin, insincerely. "Shame thou..., cuz this NEW drug'll make Sextasy look like candy...!" he exaggerated, knowing it would spark the interest of any real druggie.
"Yeah...?" asked Marlon curiously, convincing himself that he was just holding conversation.
"Yeah man...! Why don't you come by my brother's crib with me..., and I'll GIVE you some onna house...?" suggested Marvin, sweetening the pot. "You know I gotta look out fo' a fellow Pieds brutha...!"
"I don't know..." said Marlon skeptically, scared the he might get sucked back into doing drugs again...
"C'mon bruh..., it's a FREE sample..." offered Marvin, patting his pocket. "...I don't be givin' this shit to just anybody...!"
Marlon knew he should have turned around and ran like Forrest Gump on steroids..., but something in his pain told him to stay and make friends with the drug dealer. Walking off with him, Marlon ended up at the dealer's brother's crash pad a few blocks away, sitting on a sofa smoking something Marvin regarded to as FUC. Having experienced Sextasy before, FUC was told to be 4x more potent. After just a couple of puffs, Marlon could feel the drug's effects already working, numbing his pain and taking him far far away from the anxiety and responsibility he was feeling.
Marvin laughed when he saw the old familiar look wash across Marlon's face...
"Once a druggie, always a druggie...!" he laughed to himself, physically grabbing Marlon and flipping him over onto his face on the sofa. "I HOPE you ain't think that stash was really FREE..." said the 200+ pound ex-con as he yanked Marlon's pants down off his ass. "...it's gonna COST ya hommie..." he said, as Marlon's ass came into view. "...but I'm sure you won't mind if you keep suck'n on that FUC pipe...!"
Marvin got and looked down at his handiwork, as Marlon lay face down on the couch with his pants tucked down under his ass, exposing his voluptuous cheeks. Marvin's dick instantly bricked rock hard as he started to undo his pants. Looking around his brother's apartment, he found a bottle of lubricant lying around and anointed a generous amount into Marlon's ass crack.
Marlon continued to lay face down, vaguely aware he was in danger as he pulled the crack pipe up to his lips and sucked. Marvin ran his greasy hands all over Marlon's plump delicious backside, enjoying the way the cheeks looked and felt under his grope before adding lube to the length of his thick bull dick and ramming his dickhead up to Marlon's unsuspecting asshole. There was a brief moment of shocked silence when Marvin's big thick 10" dick first bore through Marlon's stunned sphincter muscles to bury three quarters of the way inside the tight sheath. But once the searing pain finally hit Marlon's brain, he wailed with the lungs of a torture victim having rusted nails driven through his limbs. "aaaaarrrrrrrrRRRRRRHHHHHHHHH...!!!" he screamed as he struggled to get free. Marvin merely shoved a huge hand into Marlon's back, easily keeping the high druggie immobile as he proceeded to rob him of his manhood. Pressing Marlon's face down into the cushions, he cut off his screams and managed to shove the rest of his `whopper' up the ass all in one stroke.
Grinding his hips into Marlon's ass, Marvin sheathed his entire dick, feeling Marlon's warm hole snap and squeeze about his embedded prod like a pair of angry (toothless) lips. Marlon couldn't breathe as Marvin held his face firmly into the cushions, rearranging his innards with his big pied-piper.
"Yeah nigga..., struggle all you want..." snarled Marvin sadistically, grinding into his victim's ass. "...ain't nobody gonna hear shit!"
Pulling back with his hips, Marvin withdrew about 6 inches of his thick 10 incher before shoving back in, his hairy pelvic bone sinking into Marlon's butt cushions as the plump cheeks housed his prick. Each outward/inward stroke granted Marvin a smooth silky entry, causing a warm wet suction throughout his shaft. After each thrust Marvin would rest his pelvis against Marlon's cheeks, grinding his dick about in his bowels as he thrilled over the sensations emitting through his penis, his dick touching into the murky depths of the other man's soul.
Marlon could feel the big dick boring through him, ripping through his fighting sphincter muscles even as he struggled to breathe. Marvin kept his face firmly planted in the sofa cushions as he thrust in and out of his ass, his huge hand squashed against the back of Marlon's noggin as he fucked through his asshole bareback. For several minutes Marvin fucked Marlon that way, insuring his place in the saddle before he released his hold and allowing Marlon to breathe again.
Marlon gulped down a big chunk of air in his nearly depleted lungs as his face popped up from the sofa. Marvin never stopped thrusting as he continued fucking even as Marlon started to come around (half way) to his senses. Marlon sat up with his knees on the floor, his groin pressed into the couch as Marvin knelt behind him, thrusting into his ass with powerful strokes.
"You might as well relax, hommie..., you ain't goin' nowhere til we finish this deal..." said the dealer, shoving Marlon back down on his stomach. "...so you best keep suck'n on that pipe..., cuz I'm gonna be up in this ass fo' awhile now that I ain't poppin' my nuttz off in my regular bitch nomo'...!"
Marlon felt Marvin's hand replaced in his back, holding him down as he fucked him without consent. Still holding onto the pipe, Marlon saw no reason why he couldn't take the dealer's advice and keep smoking? Pulling the glass tube to his lips, Marlon lit the tip with his lighter and inhaled, filling his lungs with FUC as a sudden impulse to be royally ravished started to come over him. Marvin could instantly feel a change in the druggie's body as his hole became more willing, blossoming open under the tremendous power of Marvin's pumping hips.
"Thas' what I'm talkin' bout...!" cheered Marvin, loving the easier access as his dick started to speed through the open hole like a piston.
Marlon could feel some of the tension erase from his body every time he inhaled. Away went his pains for Curtis. Away went the guilt for not being a better provider for his daughter. Away went the troubles he was having with his family, his mother and sister especially. Away went the anxiety of not finding a good job. And away went the lingering pain he still felt over Milt. Despite all the things that's happened to him in the past 3 years, he still found himself thinking often of his brother in-law, wondering where he was? What he was doing? If he was happy? And did he miss him (Marlon) as much as HE missed Milt?
Marlon felt all the aoins and worries of the world lifting off his shoulders even as his body was taking a tremendous fucking from behind. 30 year old Marvin Rollins watched as his fat brown dick burst in and out of Marlon's stretched asshole, the lubed ring clinging to his shaft like a second skin as it forced its way through the anus like an open mouth. Marlon felt each potent impact slapping into his backside as Marvin's hairy pelvis slapped constantly into his ass cheeks, sending 10 inches of dick soaring through his body like a heated harpoon.
Grabbing Marlon by the shoulders, Marvin set to pounding the one time druggie even harder, raising the level of slap sounds filling the apartment as flesh bang head-on into incoming flesh. Feeling the increased force, Marlon started to struggle to free himself again, climbing further up into the sofa to escape the awful raping of his ass. But Marvin merely followed Marlon's ascension, climbing up onto the sofa behind him as he continued to pound straight through him nonstop, ignoring his pleas and grunts, plowing forth like a mindless machine.
Marlon had been raped before (numerous times in prison), handed around by his cellmates and fucked within inches of his life. But none of the fuckings he was forced to received in prison compared to the plowing he was not experiencing. Marvin was at least 50 to 60 pounds heavier than Marlon, stock full with prison muscles which made him infinitely stronger. Marlon could easily feel Marvin's strength through the grip he held on his shoulders, as well as the heavy pounding to his backside, causing his body to jerk and lurch after each inward slap.
Marvin had fucked unwilling guys before, taking their pride and manhood as easily as stealing candy away from a baby. Most men didn't realize the valuables the carried around between their butt cheeks. Many of them went through life never knowing the potential their asshole held, never knowing its full purpose. Marvin felt it was partially HIS duty to enlighten them, to connect them to that part of themselves they otherwise would never see.
Marvin crashed his pelvic bone into Marlon's ass in doggy position for nearly 20 minutes, holding him face down as he plowed through his ass with brute force. As the ass became more accustomed to housing him (opening naturally under the relentless pillage), Marvin removed his dick, then flipped Marlon over onto his side. Yanking his pants and sneakers off at the feet, he tossed one of Marlon's legs straight up into the air (exposing the ass), then rammed back in, filling him instantly with dick.
Marlon was barely able to keep up with what was happening (his mind floating on a cloud) when he suddenly felt empty, then refilled. Marvin bent his knee back towards the sofa arm as he leaned in over him, doing pushups into his ass as his dick see-sawed in and out, disappearing straight into Marlon's ass like a magic stick. Marlon still held tight to the crack pipe as he maneuvered his hands in front of him to light the tip and inhale again. Each inhale loosened his ass more, turning the rubbery anal ring into pure pussy. Marvin drove in and out without a care in the world, fucking hard and fast as he pulverized the badly bruised insides, leaving no stone unturned as his dick took complete and total control over Marlon's body.
Marlon was in another world as his body was fucked into complete submission. He later wouldn't be able to recall how long Marvin fucked, or WHO fucked him afterwards as he passed out in a drug induced stupor. Marvin took full advantage of the druggie's condition by pulling Marlon into missionary position, and beating the hell out of his manhole. With long deep ass splitting thrusts, he pounded and pulverized the well stretched chute, beating the sphincter muscles so bad that they practically collapsed in on themselves, becoming nothing more than a deep fleshy hole made for fucking. Marvin was in his element, butt fucking another victim and taking him well beyond his normal limits. He bounced his pelvis off Marlon's upturned ass cheeks for close to an hour, beating his ass with pure adrenaline until his dick started to thicken and swell.
Marlon wasn't even aware that Marvin was about to cum in him as the big man pounded his hips forth like a horny bear, then rammed all the way in and held tight...
"AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGG...!!!!" he screamed like a mountain lion as thick heavy cum burst forth from his flaring dickhead in groves, flooding Marlon's minced innards with a tidal wave of potent sperm.
Marvin ground his hips into Marlon's ass, causing the sleeping addict to groan outwardly in his sleep. Marvin kept his pelvis plastered against Marlon's buttock, emptying his load directly in the man's entrails, making certain he got every drop before finally pulling out and leaving him there on his brother's couch.
Marvin would later run into his brother (Tyrone) on the street, and inform him of the `gift' he left for him in his apartment. Tyrone (along with his buddy Jahleem) walked into his apartment to find a naked man sleeping on his sofa. Tyrone had no idea who the guy was, as he walked over to shake him awake.
"He's out like a lite..." said Jahleem (6', dark brown skin, 150 lbs with a slim muscular build), staring at Marlon's bare ass as he slept on his stomach. "...who is he?"
"Fuck if I know..." said Tyrone (6'1", lite brn skin, 170 lbs with a medium athletic build). "...just some GUY my brother fucked and left at my place...!"
"If Marvin fuck'd `em he must have hella ass...!" stated Jahleem, bending forward to stuff his fingers up Marlon's ass. "Shyt's WET..." he said, his fingers sliding in easily. "...feels like yur bro shot a huge load inner...!"
"Knowin' Marvin, he probably shot more than one...!" surmised Tyrone. "I just wonder WHO he is...?"
"Who gives a fuck...?" asked Jahleem, already unfastening his giant belt buckle to drop his sagging pants. "Let's juss git sum ass...!"
"You can just walk right in and fuck a stranger you never met before...?" laughed Tyrone, as Jahleem peeled off his t-shirt and tossed it on the floor.
"Hell yeh..." said Jahleem, tugging on his limp hooded dick. "...what I care who dude is or why he here...? He naked an' all juiced up..., nothin' else mattas...!"
Tyrone said nothing as he simply thought it over, wondering WHO dude was or if he had a family somewhere looking for him? "You wanna go first...?" asked Jahleem, politely.
"Handle yours, dude..." offered Tyrone, watching as Jahleem climbed aboard the sofa and roughly pulled Marlon's ass cheeks apart to take a gander at his worked asshole.
"Dayum man..." whistled Jahleem, as Marlon's asshole coughed up a wad of Marvin's semen. Jahleem jacked his dick to complete erection, then peeled back the hood on his uncut foreskin and rubbed his bare dickhead across Marlon's leaking hole before pushing in.
Tyrone watched as his friend slowly sank his 11" dick all the way into the sleeping man's ass, grinding his knotty pubic hair against Marlon's smooth butt cheeks. "Dayum this ass's phat...! You need to git up in this bitch!"
"Maybe..." said Tyrone, feeling aroused as he watched his buddy fuck.
Jahleem ground his pelvis home before starting to thrust back and forth. Pulling back with his hips, he slowly withdrew over half his dick (coated in Marvin's cum) before pushing back in, burying it back to the hilt. Sliding back and forth, he pushed and pulled his long slim erection in and out of Marlon's ass, fucking him with deep long strokes, his penis sliding through the cum lined rectum to slither deep into the curved colon.
Marlon had no idea he was being fucked a second time by a stranger. He simply lay face down passed out in a drug coma, getting pounded without his knowledge or consent. After about 5 minutes of testing the waters with his dick, Jahleem began to fuck seriously, picking up the pace of his stroke as he started slapping his pelvic bone mildly into Marlon's upturned ass. Lifted in pushup position with his strong slim arms, Jahleem looked down past his flat muscled stomach and Marlon's round mound to watch his dick sink in and out of the sleeping man's spread ass, the sight of his knotty pelvic bone slapping into the stranger's bubbled butt made Jahleem want to fuck harder.
Marlon groaned softly in his sleep, feeling something in his passed out state. He would wonder later just how many loads he had swimming in his bowels when he returned home to find the semen soaking through his boxers, leaving lewd wet stains in the seat of his pants.
Tyrone fought to keep his mind occupied on other things and not the hot fucking happening in his living room/bedroom. But no matter what he tried to focus his thoughts on, his eyes kept turning back to the action, watching his slim buddy fucked the buttsom man lying on his couch. Tyrone wondered where he had seen his face before? Then remembered he was one of the old neighborhood crackheads a few years ago, one wanted for breaking into parked cars and stealing car radios to sell for cheap. Ty laughed to himself as he had often wondered whatever happened to dude? Now he knew.
Jahleem slammed him hips into Marlon's ass with increasing force, forgetting all caution as he worried of nothing more than getting off before dude woke up. He could feel his hips bouncing off the man's spongy bottom, causing his long slim dick to dart in and out with a mind of its own. He fucked long and hard, driving his hips as he wet his dick in the unconscious man's gut.
"How much longer you gonna be, nicca...?" asked Tyrone, feeling more aroused.
"I'm almost there, man..." informed Jahleem, ramming his dick all the way for one last stroke. "...ARRRRRHHHHH SHYT...!!" he yelled as he came, shooting deep and heavy.
Marlon slept through the whole ordeal, aware of nothing. Jahleem ground his pelvis home, planting his seed deep. When he finally pulled out, his dick hung low over his depleted balls...
"S'all yurs...!" he joked, stepping aside.
"Bout time, nicca..., this is MY house...!" reminded Tyrone, unzipping his pants as he took Jahleem's place in the driver's seat and positioned himself over Marlon's bare ass. Aiming his dick up to the handsome cheeks, he slowly sank in, sliding his lite brown shaft all the way through the twin globes.
"Damn..., dude's ass feels good as shit...!" he said, loving the warm glove wrapped around him.
"Told ya." said Jahleem, watching from the sidelines.
Tyrone ignored his buddy's presence as he concentrated solely on his own dick. Pumping back and forth, he started fucking Marlon with strong steady strokes, in no real rush to bust. He felt his dick plunging through the sleeping man's wet walls, passing through his soft snug anal ring to sink well into his cum buttery gut with every thrust. "Damn..." he moaned, feeling the duels loads clinging to his shaft, making it easier to slide back and forth without effort.
Even in his sleep Marlon could feel the fucking. Instinctively spreading his legs wider, arching his back deeper, making his ass a better target. Thought he wasn't in his right frame of mind, he was still slightly aware of the pleasures moving through him, massaging his warm innards with steady pressure.
"uuhhh..." he moaned in his sleep, unable to wake up.
Tyrone fucked harder, driving his dick faster.
"Yo man, dude's ass is like fuckin' PUSSY...!" announced Tyrone, astonished.
"I kno', man..." agreed Jahleem. "...he HAS to be git'n fucked onna regular to have such a soft asshole...!"
"Well he IS unconscious...!" countered Tyrone, plunging forth as his pelvic bone slapped off Marlon's bouncing cheeks.
"Unconscious or not..., ass's ass, pussy's pussy...!" declared Jahleem.
"You're right, I guess..." said Tyrone, uncaring at the moment what the man's sex life was like. All he wanted right now was a bust a big nut in the man's bubble, to leave his anus soaked with its third load of the day.
Tyrone fucked for a good 15 minutes, pounding the man's body with his slapping hips, driving his fat 8" dick well through the anal ring and into the colon, picking up speed with each passing minute.
Jahleem could hear the pace of his buddy's strokes increase by the volume of slaps sounding off the walls.
"Fuck that bitch's ass...!" he encouraged.
"I'm about to nutt...!" informed Tyrone, pounding Marlon even harder. "Awe shit man..., I'm fuckin' coming...! AARRRRRRHHHHHGGGG...!!"
Tyrone pounded Marlon hard, sending each spurt of his seed well deep in the sleeping man's guts. Marlon groaned in his sleep, accepting his third nut of the evening. Tyrone fell down against his back, catching his breath before pulling out. Marlon's juicy asshole slowly closed after releasing the hard prick, then dribbled a prominent streak of semen from the swollen lips.
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Marlon awoke with a startle, suddenly remembering he was supposed to pick up his 8 yr old daughter at school. Tyrone and Jahleem was shocked to see the man jump up so quickly, snapping out of his coma as if an alarm suddenly went off in his head. "Whe...wher...where'm I...?!??" asked Marlon, looking around the strange apartment to find two strange faces staring back at him.
"Yo man, relax..., you're in MY apartment...!" said Tyrone, putting his TV video game on pause as he and Jahleem slowly got up to confront the druggie.
"Ho...how'd I get here...?!" asked Marlon, realizing he was naked, and bleeding semen from his ass.
"I FOUND you here when I got here...!" said Tyrone. "You were passed out on my couch with no clothes on...!"
Marlon looked confused and bewildered as he looked out the window and noticed night had already fallen.
"Oh shit...!" he said aloud, grabbing his clothes off the floor. "I gotta go...! I gotta pick my daughter up from school...!"
"From skool...?" questioned Jahleem, doubtfully. "I hate to tell you, hommie..., but if aint'got er yet..., you ain't gonna git er...! It's like 9 o'clock PM!"
"I don't care...! I gotta go...!" said Marlon, his mind focused on one thought. "I gotta go...! I gotta find her...!" he insisted.
"I'm sho' sumbody else dun picked `er up by NOW..." theorized Jahleem. "...why don't you take yur clothes back off and chill out with us...?"
"No..., I gotta go...!" said Marlon, heading for the door after getting dressed.
"Dauym..." said Jahleem, watching Marlon leave. "...that waz sum GOOD ass!"
Marlon took the bus all the way to his daughter's school, finding the front doors completely locked and bolted. Paranoid, he rushed home as fast as possible, wondering what he would tell Crystal about losing their daughter? He cried all the way home, getting odd looks from passengers who simply figured he was crazy.
Marlon got home and walked into the house to find Crystal and Dan sitting in the living room waiting for him. But before Marlon could explain what happened, Crystal jumped up from the sofa and laid fire into Marlon like a scolded child...
"Where have you been...?!" she yelled with anger in her voice. "I asked you to do one thing..., ONE thing and you couldn't even do that...!" she continued, before he could answer. "The school called and told me you NEVER showed up to get Rachelle...! They were so mad that the told me her schedule had been terminated and that she was expelled from their school! I had to call DAN to go down there to pick her up! You're LUCKY HE was able to talk to them and keep Rachelle in school until the end of the school year!"
Marlon continued to cry...
"I lost her..." he babbled, not hearing a word Crystal said.
"What...?!" asked Crystal, realizing something was wrong.
Marlon broke into sobs...
"I went to the school, but the doors were lock...I...I...can't find her...!"
Crystal walked over and grabbed Marlon by the shoulders, shaking him out of his stupor...
"She's HERE, Marlon...!" she said, making him understand. "She's UPSTAIRS in her bed! DAN picked her up...!"
Marlon was slow to come around...
"She's here...?" he asked, sobbing less.
"Yeah..." answered Crystal. "...she's upstairs...!"
Marlon ran upstairs to see for himself, bursting into Rachelle's room and cutting on the overhead light to find her resting peacefully in bed...
Feeling relieved, he fell to his knees in prays, thanking god that his daughter was still in one piece.
Crystal stood in the doorway behind him...
"Today was the LAST DAY you'll ever be in charge of picking up Rachelle from school..." she said steely, not affected by Marlon's heart wrenching show of emotions... "...from now on Dan has agreed to leave work early to pick her up...! I see now that I can't rely on you for ANYTHING!" she added, turning the light off before leaving Marlon on the floor praying in the dark...
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