Alpha Wolf
"Lawrence I can't put up with this, maybe you can and this is your life, but this ain't me. If you ever want to see me, that's fine, but I can't deal with this aspect of your life." You say and go back into the dining room.
"Mary come on let's go we gotta work on that movie thing."
'We're leaving?"
"Yeah, come on!"
"Alright calm down!"
When Lawrence enters the room, Oliver feels the need to make remarks again.
"Hey Lawrence your Dad here really bosses around his woman, I hope you didn't inherit that trait from him. When I gave her away I was hoping it would be to a gentleman, not a barking tyrant."
"Oliver, why the fuck did you give your sister away anyway? Was it because she was so repulsed by your appearance? Or was it because you were too much of a fucking loser to adequately provide for her?"
You just set it off in this motherfucker.
"What the fuck did you just say, you fucking mangy dog?"
"Too complicated for you? Okay. I SAID YOU'RE A FUCKING SICKO INBREEDING DRAIN ON SOCIETY! Just like your whole fucking race! You've been ogling your sister all fucking night while shoveling that food in your fat face!"
"Fucking racist! You're a narrow minded racist!" Oliver screams.
"Yeah? Well I'd rather be that, then a sick incestuous piece of worthless shit like you."
"Fuck you!" Oliver shouts and throws a fork at you. You dodge it and jump over the table. Oliver's in poor physical condition and you easily put him in poorer physical condition; that is until Mary, Lawrence and Irena get you off of him. Only Mary is strong enough to hold you back.
"Get him out of the house!" Irena shouts as the furballs go running off to hide from the mayhem.
"Yeah, stick up for that fat floor rug! Just shut out the past like it didn't happen, right?"
"Dad, stop!"
"Wolf, calm down!" Mary says.
"Ignoring the problem ain't gonna make it go away Lawrence. I thought you were smarter and more perceptive than this. I hope you realize soon, for your kids' sake."
You take your leave, with Mary apologizing quickly to Lawrence and Irena and running after you. Oliver's fat ass is still unconscious on the floor bleeding profusely. When you get to your bike, Mary is about to say something to you, but you interrupt her before she can start.
"Mary don't even start, because I'm not fucking wrong on this. You fucking saw him and how he was acting, don't tell me you didn't think he was a piece of shit pervert too."
Mary looks at you and nods. She can't help but agree with you. She'd know the signs; after all she was married to that equally depraved fucker, Frankie.
"But Wolf, shouldn't we try to do something else? I meanÂ…"
"What else can we do Mary? I already said what I thought and kicked Oliver's ass. Lawrence and Irena are going to have to take it from there. If I meddle anymore it's just going to make things worse, if you meddle, it'll just look like you're siding with me. Its Lawrence's family, it's his life, it's his choices, he's gotta be the one to sort it out. Hopefully he makes the right one. Come on Mary let's get out of here."
Mary hops on the back of your bike and you zoom off. On the trip home Mary rests her head on the back of your shoulder while holding you and giving you a bit of a hugging squeeze every now and then. It's not really spoken, but it's apparent you and Mary are back together again, and hopefully Lawrence listens to your warning so you can someday reunite with him again as well.
"Mary come on let's go we gotta work on that movie thing."
'We're leaving?"
"Yeah, come on!"
"Alright calm down!"
When Lawrence enters the room, Oliver feels the need to make remarks again.
"Hey Lawrence your Dad here really bosses around his woman, I hope you didn't inherit that trait from him. When I gave her away I was hoping it would be to a gentleman, not a barking tyrant."
"Oliver, why the fuck did you give your sister away anyway? Was it because she was so repulsed by your appearance? Or was it because you were too much of a fucking loser to adequately provide for her?"
You just set it off in this motherfucker.
"What the fuck did you just say, you fucking mangy dog?"
"Too complicated for you? Okay. I SAID YOU'RE A FUCKING SICKO INBREEDING DRAIN ON SOCIETY! Just like your whole fucking race! You've been ogling your sister all fucking night while shoveling that food in your fat face!"
"Fucking racist! You're a narrow minded racist!" Oliver screams.
"Yeah? Well I'd rather be that, then a sick incestuous piece of worthless shit like you."
"Fuck you!" Oliver shouts and throws a fork at you. You dodge it and jump over the table. Oliver's in poor physical condition and you easily put him in poorer physical condition; that is until Mary, Lawrence and Irena get you off of him. Only Mary is strong enough to hold you back.
"Get him out of the house!" Irena shouts as the furballs go running off to hide from the mayhem.
"Yeah, stick up for that fat floor rug! Just shut out the past like it didn't happen, right?"
"Dad, stop!"
"Wolf, calm down!" Mary says.
"Ignoring the problem ain't gonna make it go away Lawrence. I thought you were smarter and more perceptive than this. I hope you realize soon, for your kids' sake."
You take your leave, with Mary apologizing quickly to Lawrence and Irena and running after you. Oliver's fat ass is still unconscious on the floor bleeding profusely. When you get to your bike, Mary is about to say something to you, but you interrupt her before she can start.
"Mary don't even start, because I'm not fucking wrong on this. You fucking saw him and how he was acting, don't tell me you didn't think he was a piece of shit pervert too."
Mary looks at you and nods. She can't help but agree with you. She'd know the signs; after all she was married to that equally depraved fucker, Frankie.
"But Wolf, shouldn't we try to do something else? I meanÂ…"
"What else can we do Mary? I already said what I thought and kicked Oliver's ass. Lawrence and Irena are going to have to take it from there. If I meddle anymore it's just going to make things worse, if you meddle, it'll just look like you're siding with me. Its Lawrence's family, it's his life, it's his choices, he's gotta be the one to sort it out. Hopefully he makes the right one. Come on Mary let's get out of here."
Mary hops on the back of your bike and you zoom off. On the trip home Mary rests her head on the back of your shoulder while holding you and giving you a bit of a hugging squeeze every now and then. It's not really spoken, but it's apparent you and Mary are back together again, and hopefully Lawrence listens to your warning so you can someday reunite with him again as well.
