"God damnit, my fucking hand!" Zyler thought, watching as some of his blood dripped into an empty prego 24oz spaghetti sauce jar. He winced as he sliced up his own arm.
"Zy?... WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?!?" Alyssa ran over to him, grabbing the knife out of his hand quickly, almost cutting herself in the process. He looked at her puzzled, forgetting momentarily that he wasn't in his side apartment, but at his family's mansion in Keswick Virginia. He looked down at his arms, covered in newly bleeding cuts. He looked down at his arms, some of the cuts barely bleeding, others just scars, and the rest bleeding out into the spaghetti jar. His white tuxedo shirt, stained red.
"Shit… How did we get to this." Zyler's vision blurred as the tall blonde fell to the kitchen floor.
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"Good evening everyone, thank you for attending this very important meeting." Everyone looked around the room at each other cautiously, why did the Pentagon's core employees need to be called to a meeting at 7pm without any warning. The president stood in front of the small group of about 25, secret service members in each corner of the board room, 2 at the president's sides, and another outside the boardroom door.
"Mom and dad are late AGAIN!" Alyssa exclaimed angrily, looking at the 2 plates of food left untouched on the kitchen counter. The brunette stood angrily, her arms crossed as she looked over at her brother, piercing blue eyes staring daggers into the back of his head.
"This is nothing new sis, dad works at the Pentagon as the chief of national security and mom's a secret service agent. They're always going to be late, that will never change." Zyler shrugged, splayed out across the whole couch, focused entirely on the baseball game, his dusty blonde hair slightly moving as he jerked his body with each good and bad play made by the Virginia Cavaliers. The 6 foot something man jumped quickly at the sound of his sister's hand flying through the air.
"HEY!" He yelled as he grabbed her hand. "No hitting." Zyler said in a playfully stern voice.
"Bzz Bzz… Bzz Bzz" Zyler's phone buzzed in his Varsity jacket pocket, distracting him from Alyssa for no more than a moment. He reached into his pocket, then BANG, he was on the floor, sister in a snake-like chokehold. The 5'8 girl smiled triumphantly before getting picked up and taken off his shoulders like she weighed nothing. She quickly looked at her "attacker" ready to punch, but stopped just before hitting.
"Why were you strangling your brother?" Dakila asked. The 6'6 Filipino watched as Alyssa struggled to get out of his grasp.
"Let me goooo" she cried out angrily, smacking her fists into his hands. He looked at her for a minute, stifling a laugh before putting her down and putting his hand on her head.
"Okay short stack." Dakila smiled, then looked up at Zyler. "Ready to get this stupid history project done?" He nodded as the two walked to Zyler's room.
"What is the project even on?" Zyler said, flopping onto his bed, a loud creak coming from the strained bed frame as the tall 21 year old reached for his computer on the floor.
"You think I know? I don't pay attention in History, I'm a sports major, not a nerd major like you." Dakila joked as the equally as tall 23 year old sat down in Zyler's MoNiBloom Massage Video Gaming Chair, carefully looking over all the different massage features on the connected remote before hitting the buttons in a series of patterns for a comfortable lumbar and back massage. Zyler rolled his eyes at dark haired man, pulling up the lecture slides from a week ago.
"Okayyyy, let's see… It says 'Write an argument on the justifications or invalidations of John Wilkes Booth's assassination of President Abraham Lincoln.'..." The 2 men sat there in silence for just a quick moment before Dakila replied "What do those words even mean?"
"Which ones?" Zyler's eyebrows furrowed, trying to figure out what was so difficult to understand in the assignment description.
"Y'know, justi- something and the invalid one." The Filipino stifled a small laugh as he reached into his bag and grabbed a football, throwing it up into the air and catching it repeatedly.
"You've never heard the words 'justification' or 'invalidation' before? Actually no, it doesn't matter." Zyler said, shaking his head for a moment, trying to figure out how to dumb down what the assignment said for his jock of a friend. "Justification basically means 'why was his choice the correct choice?" Zyler looked over at Dakila realizing just how much attention he was giving him while he tried to explain what these words meant. He gave a frustrated grumble, only pausing for a moment to think of an idea for how to get his friend to concentrate.
"Dakila…" Zyler said seductively, taking his shirt off right over the top of his head, his well defined 12 pack showing through as he lifted the shirt slowly. Dakila immediately dropped the football, all eyes on Zyler. His face flushed a deep rosy red as he stopped the chair's massaging and stood up quickly. Zyler just barely got his shirt over his ears before he was picked up and tossed back on top of the bed.