"You're home late" Esme's mother shouted from the living room.
"I just went for a quiet walk" Esme replied bitterly, her eyes cold as she closed the door and started her way up the stairs.
"Just asking" he mother said sarcastically.
"Es, wait" called her brother, hurrying up the stairs after her,
Esme stopped, glowering hatefully at her so called "brother". "What?" she hissed, eyes dull and distant.
Marc sighed, glancing down at his bare feet. "Do you always have to be this spiteful and hard" he said, staring at her through puppy dog eyes.
"Hmm...let me think about that...YES" she snarled, rushing up the remaining stairs.
Marc followed her, holding the door as she tried to slam it, he slipped in through the gap.
"Get out!!!" she exlaimed angrily, pointing at the door, her red hair streaming wildly behind her like a banner.
"Hear me out" Marc pleaded, grabbing hold of her wrist.
She snatched her arm away, crossing her arms. "You've got one minute" she mumbled under her breath.
"I was thinking, maybe we could go out tomorrow, spend some time together, it's been years since I last -"
Esme interrupted him. "NO, I'd rather stab myself in the eye, I kept away from this family for a reason, and I would prefer to spend as little time with you and her downstairs" she hollered, eyes blazing.
"Don't speak about our mum like that" he argued, face falling slightly.
"Just go" Esme growled, her face showing disgust.
Marc glared at her longingly before making his way out the door. "Stop living in a dream world and grow up" he muttered.

Esme rolled her eyes and sat down on the bed, leaning back, she took hold of her pillow and hugged it tightly, closing her eyelids, trying to block out the thoughts entering her mind. "I don't need them, I don't need anyone" she said aloud.

Victor took the kick straight to his chest, fell backward and his back of his head smashed right down on the concrete. "Cunt!" Victor roared and then tried to thrust his leg out of Hunter's grasp, wanting to free his leg, "Let go of me, you cunt!" Victor began to roar, getting frustrated with the situation.

Hunter grinned and jumped spining his body around the other guys leg and fell to the ground hooking his foot under the mans chin putting him in a solid ankle lock "you have a dirty mouth bro."