The Catalyst (Rage, Mal) BACKSTORY
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darker_londonRage returned from the doctor's office, cramping and miserable. The baby was gone. The child that had been hers and Mal's. She was glad because she was fourteen and he was fifteen and neither of them were in a place where they could have kids. But a part of her regretted having to do it. She felt like curling up in Malachy's bed and never moving again. And she planned to do just that but first she needed some things from home.
Her father was waiting for her. And Rage noticed, far too late, that he was angry. He hit her across the face before he'd even said a word to her, sending her stumbling back into the sofa. "Dad!"
"You took my money." Her father growled, and Rage looked up at him in fear. She had. She had taken his money to pay for the abortion. "You theiving little bitch."
Rage feared only one man, and he was standing in front of her. She whimpered and then she scrambled up, stepping away from him. "Dad, I'm sorry! I'll pay you back! I was sick and I needed to see a doctor."
"You should have come to me!" Her father insisted at a growl. "You don't steal money from me! You ask me."
"You only use it to drink!" Rage protested, and that was a mistake. Her father bore down on her so quickly she only had a chance to think about how stupid it had been for an instant and then there was pain.
Luckily for Rage, Mal didn't happen to be that far away. He hadn't known about the pregnancy or the abortion and Rage planned to keep it that way forever. What he did know, was that Rage had been very strange lately and he wanted to make sure she was okay. He was on her doorstep when he heard her scream. And at that, he was through her door and pulling her father off of her in an instant. "Get off her you fat fuck!" Mal yelled, throwing Rage' father into the wall. Mal was a fighter and Rage's father just beat up on little girls. He didn't stand a chance and as his head cracked back against the wall, he knew that.
"Mal!" Rage yelled, reaching her hand up to him. Her body was throbbing and she didn't want to do anything beyond running. Rage didn't run. She stood and fought and blew shit up and cut into people's faces (or she had once) but now she wanted to run and hide for the rest of forever. "Let's get out of here!"
"I'm going to rip his face in fucking two!" Mal growled, the depth of anger he felt for this man daring to harm his girlfriend running deep. He slammed his fists into Rage's father's face, feeling the man's nose crunch under his knuckles.
"Mal, NO!" Rage pulled Mal back, and Mal didn't protest because he didn't want to hurt her too. Her lip was cracked and bleeding and her eyes was already swelling. "Let's just go!" She said, throwing a glare back at her whimpering father who could apparently dish it out, but not take it.
"Alright." But Mal turned back first, and he spit on Rage's father. "I hope you fucking die, you useless piece of shite!" And then he took Rage's hand in his and he led her out of her house to safety.
Her father was waiting for her. And Rage noticed, far too late, that he was angry. He hit her across the face before he'd even said a word to her, sending her stumbling back into the sofa. "Dad!"
"You took my money." Her father growled, and Rage looked up at him in fear. She had. She had taken his money to pay for the abortion. "You theiving little bitch."
Rage feared only one man, and he was standing in front of her. She whimpered and then she scrambled up, stepping away from him. "Dad, I'm sorry! I'll pay you back! I was sick and I needed to see a doctor."
"You should have come to me!" Her father insisted at a growl. "You don't steal money from me! You ask me."
"You only use it to drink!" Rage protested, and that was a mistake. Her father bore down on her so quickly she only had a chance to think about how stupid it had been for an instant and then there was pain.
Luckily for Rage, Mal didn't happen to be that far away. He hadn't known about the pregnancy or the abortion and Rage planned to keep it that way forever. What he did know, was that Rage had been very strange lately and he wanted to make sure she was okay. He was on her doorstep when he heard her scream. And at that, he was through her door and pulling her father off of her in an instant. "Get off her you fat fuck!" Mal yelled, throwing Rage' father into the wall. Mal was a fighter and Rage's father just beat up on little girls. He didn't stand a chance and as his head cracked back against the wall, he knew that.
"Mal!" Rage yelled, reaching her hand up to him. Her body was throbbing and she didn't want to do anything beyond running. Rage didn't run. She stood and fought and blew shit up and cut into people's faces (or she had once) but now she wanted to run and hide for the rest of forever. "Let's get out of here!"
"I'm going to rip his face in fucking two!" Mal growled, the depth of anger he felt for this man daring to harm his girlfriend running deep. He slammed his fists into Rage's father's face, feeling the man's nose crunch under his knuckles.
"Mal, NO!" Rage pulled Mal back, and Mal didn't protest because he didn't want to hurt her too. Her lip was cracked and bleeding and her eyes was already swelling. "Let's just go!" She said, throwing a glare back at her whimpering father who could apparently dish it out, but not take it.
"Alright." But Mal turned back first, and he spit on Rage's father. "I hope you fucking die, you useless piece of shite!" And then he took Rage's hand in his and he led her out of her house to safety.
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