this one is not for the folks at home | fiel family
This was typical of them. It had been about a year and a half of this, though Isaac couldn’t pinpoint the pivotal moment even if her wanted to. He’d just been hit with the realization like a ton of bricks. He was that kid. He was that kid who the parents would leave at the practice field because they’d been so pre-occupied with the other kids. The kid who’s be alone at his graduation practice because the parents ad to drive the other kids to rehersals or practice. He was become a cliche, he could feel it. And it made him boil inside, because he knew exactly who to blame. Maria hardly outshone Isaac, which ruled her out. Indy wasn’t even present when this transition had happened, so he was out. Which left Maggie. Her mysterious “crazy attention” moments, as Isaac had deemed them (he’d also noted to think of a better name for them), had made her the center of attention. The entire family had become orbital around Maggie and to say the least, Isaac was livid.
But it’d been awhile since an argument had gotten to this point between him and Maggie. At least two months. It as just something about the favourites comment that triggered the real response, something the brunet kicked himself for not masking better. But the combined factor that his own brother, a man who had always been like, well, a hero in his eyes didn’t believe him. It was cliche and he felt like an idiot, but he was hurt, wounded even. So naturally it hadn’t taken much, even when Maria bailed out, for Isaac to storm over to the twins room. Granted the deafening noise that had been occurring should have probably set off a red light to begin right, but given Isaac wasn’t the most logical person to begin with, he pressed on. He’d just swung the door open and had taken about five or six heavy steps before the reality of the scene hit him. His attention then turned to his sister who, to say the least, looked crazed. “Holy fuck… What the fuck is wrong with you…? You’ve actually gone batshit.” He gasped, eyeing her with a more judgmental look than anything else.
Maria, for her part, was swearing up a storm in the bathroom and throwing articles of makeup across the room harmlessly in her anger and frustration. A tube of lipstick here, an eyelash curler there, a blush case clattering around the base of the tub; it was nothing compared to the damage she was sure her twin sister was wreaking in their bedroom. All because of one stupid little thing. Maria hadn’t even been intending to set her sister off - this was her on a good day these days - but it had seemed inevitable. Every single thing Maggie did seemed hardwired into irritating Maria from the way she combed her hair to the way she demanded everyone’s attention without batting an eyelash. It was ridiculous, and Maria was constantly getting looked over because of it. Even Isaac, with his quintessential middle child syndrome, was getting more attention than she was, even if it was just their fathers reprimanding him for the way he treated Maggie. Maggie, Maggie, Maggie, it was all about fucking Maggie and her fucking mood swings. It wasn’t even something they could pinpoint, either, it’s not like they could accuse their parents of showing Maggie more attention or blame them for favoritism. They didn’t have anything concrete, nothing more than what they saw and their own feelings, but Maria, well…Maria was fucking tired of it.
Hurling her last tube of lipstick across the room where it clattered to a stop behind the toilet, she dropped her head against the wall, banging her forehead gently against the plaster a couple times in frustration. And now her beloved camera was a victim of the war that was raging on between the siblings. The same camera that was a birthday gift from her fathers - the same camera that she had seven unsaved hours of film still sitting on waiting for her to upload onto her laptop. Seven unsaved hours of film that would likely never be recovered if her sister had anything to say about it. And there came the anger again, bubbling up inside her though she’d told Indy that she’d stay out of it, much more for his sake than for Maggie’s. Well it seemed like Maria was breaking all her promises tonight, along with throwing her sisterly duties and loyalties down the drain. She might as well go full monty. She stormed out of the bathroom in a huff, slamming open the door and then pushing into the room she shared with her sister, stopping dead at the sight of all the damage on both sides. “What. The. Actual. Fuck,” she gasped, her eyes and her mouth wide at the scene in front of her. “Maggie, what the fuck have you done?!”
A laugh bounced off the walls at the same time the camera did, the sound being carried heavily and almost manically. Maggie couldn’t put her finger on why she was laughing, but she was - her bloodied hand and the fact that her room would be a very huge chore to clean up being the least of her worries. Or perhaps not even on her worries at all. In fact, the girl felt like she had not one in the entire world. There was something euphoric about her state of mind currently that she nearly felt like spinning around in place in an extremely girlish manner. The only thing that seemed to stop her was the fact that Isaac was bursting in through the door which caused her body to snap in his direction, teeth clenching together as her mood practically whiplashed from being good to extremely sour. “Shut up!” she snapped, her teeth clamping shut loudly as every fiber in her being wanted to launch in her brother’s direction. He was so irritating - absolutely everything about him. Maggie could practically feel no ounce of love for somebody she was suppose to care for unconditionally.
“Shut up!” this time she screamed it, her body lurching forward because of how loud before she turned toward her dresser to see the shards of glass from the mirror there. Impulse told her to grab it and impulse got what it wanted. She clenched it in her hand, enough for it to dig into her palm, though not enough to cut into it. Her arm extended out and she pointed it toward Isaac, the look in her eye far from anything she’s sure they’ve ever seen since this wasn’t exactly a mood she was in often. Maria was coming in not long after, but she hardly looked away from her their brother. Maggie repeated her earlier scream, even louder than before and in her twin’s direction. Tears were now in her eyes and she was sure it was because she was livid. “I fucking hate the both of you so fucking much,” her teeth grit together. “Why can’t you just leave me alone?!” her hand gripped the glass tighter now.
Ever since Indiana Lotreau-Jameson returned home, things have changed. It was probably foolish for him to think that after four years things would stay exactly the same, especially when he missed his younger siblings go through puberty pretty much. They had grown up and matured (to some extent). The LJ siblings had had their fair share of fights, but nothing escalated quite this big, at least that Indy had witnessed. With one leg fractured, he hated how he felt like there wasn't much he could do. He couldn't pry himself between the siblings and force their separation. As Indy was working hard to move from his bed and onto his good foot so he could put his crutches to use. He saw his brother walk past his doorway, knowing exactly where he was going. "Isaac, wait." Indy looked down to make sure his stance was correct and that there weren't any obstacles from his bed to his door that would get in his way. He swung forward twice before seeing one of his sisters stride past him as well. "Maria..."
Indy moved himself into the other room just when he heard the shouting. The twenty two year old was quite horrified at the scene. Indy waddled himself in front of Isaac, or tried to at least. "Maggie let's... let's calm down, alright?" Indy tried his best to show his hands off in a defensive manner. The current state of the room was the least of Indy's concerns but more so the well being of his sister. It wasn't everyday she stood there, threatening someone with a broken shard of glass while being in such a hysterical state. Indy looked over at Maria and then averted his gaze towards Maggie, trying to signal for her to hold her back since Indy himself couldn't do anything. Indy looked back at Maggie. "Please, sis, just put the glass down before you hurt someone or yourself."
