they were twins, counterparts, but oh so different, & it was times like this that it showed above all. beckford was violent with his fists, yet rocky was violent with his words. they both, should needed, could kill a man twice their size in ten minutes flat, but beckford got enjoyment out of that, whereas rocky preferred a subtler form of torturous behaviour: W O R D S. once in the kitchen, the man couldn’t help but chuckle half-heartedly at his twins complete & utter disrespect for their stepmother. in fact, he had the urge to turn around & give him a fist bump - and he would’ve done, if they were still twelve. his lookalike emerged through the door from the hall, followed swiftly by their ‘ M O T H E R ’, and headed to stand beside their father, whereas rocky maintained in the doorway for a moment longer, lingering as if with silent hope to get out of the situation. he huffed once the man of whom terrified him gave him daggers to the eyes, a silent warning to get in properly, but listened and moved to sit down in the adjacent room where they were to dine. he gave a slightly TOO LOUD scoff, which could’ve been mistaken for a chuckle, at beckford’s words and raised his brows. “good question.” he muttered, causing their father to shake his head through clearly gritted teeth. “boys.” he roared, contained voice full of anger which caused rocky to lean back, concealing his evident fear. “you smell like cigarettes and day old cologne.” he heard a female voice to the left of him and glanced over to see one of their THREE step-sisters looking in disgust. “and your eyebrows look like shit. what are we, stating the obvious now?” he fired back, causing her to scoff and her, or as she liked to think, their mother to step in. “rocky, apologise.” she spoke with a stern phlight, causing rocky’s grin to only widen. “fuck that. she can insult me but i can’t insult her ass back? ugly ass fucking bitch.” he turned back to the table, glancing over at beckford on the other side. “she’s sixteen, you’re twenty-two.” the older woman explained. “and you’re a goldigger.” he turned again. “i thought we were done playing the obvious game?” he raised both brows, and the woman glanced over at their father. “you’ve been here five minutes.” he muttered and, although he’d live to regret it, rocky moved to turn back to the older man, stood beside his twin. “oh, are you joining in the game now. what are we gonna state next? uh, lets see. beck put a guy in hospital last week.. i fucked toni.. hmm,” he moved his slender fingers against his chin chauvinistically, but by this point, mr.ashkahni was stepping over to him and gripping his shoulder tightly, flinging him back to TERRIFYING reality. “one more word out of you,” he warned. “either of you,” a glance to beck, now. “and you’re gonna regret it. got it?” rocky winced because he could take a lot, but his fathers grip wasn’t up there. “got it.” he murmured and the man gave a false smile. “good.” he hummed, letting go of the skin to which he was sure would be broken by the morning, and shuffling around to take a seat at the table. “darling,” rocky rolled his eyes at the pet name, shooting a patronistic glare to his twin. “could you go and see where susan is? surely the meal is ready by now.” rocky moved to lean back once more, glancing to see the foundation of it all, their stepsister, smirking at him with triumph. he bit his tongue and instead got up to sit beside beck, leaning over as their father conversed with his mistress to whisper in his ear. “we need to get the fuck outta here.”
beckford had never been good with emotions, but he knew all too well how rocky felt about his father -- a man that could strike FEAR deep within from just a gaze or a thought. a trait that would be inspiring to beck if it wasn’t for his overall hatred for anyone who wasn’t rocky. his father made beck’s already phlegmatic demeanor even more frigid because of how much beckford really SHOULD fear him. instead, in the place of fear, thoughts of his father were greeted with nothingness. which, were he anyone else, would have been worrying. beckford clasped his hands behind his back as rocky inquired further as to what exactly they’d be eating, which was only met with disdain from mr. ashkahni. “yes, father ?” he asked innocently, although everyone in the room knew that beckford was ANYTHING but innocent. the twin’s reply was met with nothing but a piercing LOOK, the one that silently commanded obedience. the small altercation between rocky and their stepsister was not missed by beckford, consciously taking in every word and rolling his eyes at the puerile jibes and the rebuttal from his twin. as always, the small confrontation escalated into a borderline skirmish, which beck wished had come. the surgical student felt an overcoming feeling of deja vu, which he hated. repetition was his second least favorite thing behind complete tranquility and boredom. what he REALLY wanted to do was give all parties, excluding his twin, a quick punch to the face ( just for fun; an exciting break to the over all disaster of a dinner party ), but he’d learned how to contain the person who wanted to fucking KILL everyone ( except for last week, that was a minor slip. hospitalization was nothing these days. ). a chuckle broke through his stolid façade as rocky called their step mother a gold digger, a response that warranted another LOOK from his father -- which beckford ignored. “what ? that was funny. you can’t tell me that wasn’t funny.” he justified, laughing dramatically just to piss his father and stepmother off more. “five WONDERFUL minutes, i love these family gatherings, i really do.” beckford commented, words so full of SARCASM that he himself almost couldn’t spit them out. at his double’s recounting of the little hospital trip ( not his, obviously, the other guy was a fuckin COWARD ) beckford raised his hand to his father for a high five, only to be received by another LOOK, which... repetition. after lowering his hand, beck nodded at his father’s warning. he hadn’t REALLY been paying attention to what the other had said, but beck really DIDN’T CARE enough to start and sort of scene other than the one that would make everyone end up in a hospital -- but that really was last resort because orange definitely wasn’t his color. beckford too was disgusted by the pet name, but not for the same reasons as rocky. he genuinely didn’t understand why anyone would use the words darling, babe, baby, etc. when referring to someone that they loved. they weren’t two, were they ? they weren’t a BABY, so why would anyone want to be called one ? that was one of the many things that beckford didn’t understand about “normal” people ( as if HE was the freak when they called each other “baby” ). hearing his twin’s words whispered in his ear, beckford silently agreed. this dinner, although it had only been ten minutes tops since they’d arrived, had drug on for far longer than beck was equipped to endure. “please save me, god.” he whispered back, although he definitely didn’t believe in anything holier than the last girl that had spread her legs for him. “what’s our plan ? i’m up for starting a fist fight with someone if it comes to it.” beck didn’t know how, under any circumstances, it would come down to a fistfight, but he wanted rocky to know he was willing.
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