DADDY ISSUES

He cuts the engine and steps out of the car, heading towards the ticket booth with her close by. He hadn’t been to this sort of scene since he started working, always being busy with errands and the other things Michael asks of him.

“Oh, really? Is that the reason you wanted to come here?” His brow raises, expression showing his amusement. “I hear the funnel cakes are pretty good too.”

“Well I didn’t come here just to waste time.” She replied,  giving his shoulder a light nudge. “Do you know how  many calories are in those things?” Her face contorts slightly. “But I guess I can make an exception if you’re going to treat me to one.”

“Nah, I ain’t deaf. If I was, there wouldn’t be nothin’  wrong with that. Feel free to hmu when one mugs ya  in the fuckin’ alley, ya ableist scumbag.” he tilted his  chin a bit, used every bit of the angle he could to look  d o w n at her.

“I’m just a lil’ rusty with my bottle blonde bitch talk.  Takes me a minute to translate the garbage.”

“Maybe you aren’t deaf, but you clearly must be blind if you couldn’t see me walking down the sidewalk.”  She wasn’t intimidated by him in the least. Having to deal with the shit her own family puts her through?  Tracey has learned to harden her self up.

❝ Listen, we can’t let that bitch get away with hooking up with Brian. Brian albeit stupid as a bag of bricks is a good fuck nonetheless. Trust me. She can’t just do this. And I know Dad keeps telling me there’s other fish in the sea and that Brian and I are over with. But STILL we can’t let her think her life is any good. We must make our mark.   ❞

 A determined look before she popped up from behind the car, a baseball bat in hand, walking across the street towards the Vanilla Unicorn. As her gaze went to the bitche’s car. Then glanced around casually.  

❝ You ready to do this?  ❞

“Brian seriously was a useless fuck. Even mom knew what a pile of shit he was, and we all know what kind of shitty men she likes to play with.” 

Tracey follows after her twin, a matching bat in her possession that rests across her right shoulder. A decent sized knife was hidden in her boot as well-- just in case they needed to cut a bitch. The perpetrator’s car wasn’t even anything special, it was already trash on its own. But nonetheless, the blonde’s foot came to rest on the hood of the car, a glance thrown over her shoulder before she turns to her other half. 

Gabriel sort of OWNED wherever he walked. At least, that’s how he felt.

The man did not sneer and keep walking after the jostling. Instead, he came to a grinding halt and turned on his heel, head cocked and brows raised.

“Sorry, w h a t? Didn’t hear you. Wanna run that by me again, babydoll?”

A scoff comes forth from her brightly stained lips, eyes rolling as fully faces the man with her arms folded on her chest. 

        "You wanna go to the beach?“ Leon wasn’t surprised, she was always traipsing around in a bikini top anyway. His broad shoulders shrug and he pushes himself off the wall.

                           “Fine, guess I’ll be the designated driver today.”

A satisfied smirk appears on her features at his agreement and she skips along after him to her car. The Pier was Tracey’s usual hangout spot when she wasn’t out shopping, laughing and  having a good time with those she considered friends. It didn’t take long before they reached Pleasure Pier with its neon lights shining brightly.

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She was obviously the more mischievous of the pair. Crouched down behind a car, gazing over it and over towards the Vanilla Unicorn. There was about to be a confrontation, and Tracey in good fashion brought back up. Why not herself? That seemed reasonable. Narrowing gaze, before sight moving back towards her twin.  

❝  You ready for this? You’re not going to pussy out are you? ❞

She liked to think of herself as the more rational spirit between the two of them. But of course that translated to her being a ‘pussy’ in the other’s eyes. Her body was still hunched over while hiding behind the car, head popped up slightly to peer over at the scene. 

“I’m already here, aren’t I? What’s the point in pussying out now.”

Tracey lowers herself back down, head now safely hidden in the shadow of the car. She takes in a breath and closes her eyes before opening them back up and turning her attention to her twin. 

When Michael first heard Tracey out about wanting to go to college, he was ecstatic that at least one of his damned kids was going to do something with their lives. But this isn’t what he had in mind.

“As a father, I don’t want you to fail. But do you honestly fucking think getting someone else to do your work will help you?”

“I told you he was helping me!” Her voice may have very well raised an octave higher, hands clenching into fists with her feet stomping at the ground. Her actions very much resembled that of a temper tantrum, but who the fuck cares?