Dickheads in a Home at the End of the World

Meanwhile, the girl managed to enter the house and go to the kitchen - it looks like while Bobby "His-Name-Was-Robert" was sleeping in his bed, Molly managed not only to frolic with his older brother, but also to study the layout of the house.

At least she found the toilet the first time, which she immediately entered and locked with the latch.

For obvious reasons, there was no point in the boy trying to spy on the guests, so he simply went into his brother's room to inform him that Miss Scallop's protegee had gotten some fresh air and returned to their home.

Upon entering Ryan's room, Bobby "His-Name-Was-Robert" noticed that he was sitting by the window with his back to the door.

"Brother!" the boy shouted. "I brought you news!"

"Well, what's going on?" Ryan muttered discontentedly, turning slightly towards his brother.

"Molly's back!" his brother proudly informed him in the tone children use when telling their parents about their success at school.

"Well, screw it," his older brother responded indifferently. It was obvious that this topic had long since lost all interest for him.

"She's in the toilet now," Bobby "His-Name-Was-Robert" continued in a solemn TV presenter's voice. "She'll come out soon, uh-uh, you know! And then we'll fuck her right here! Right now! You'll see!"

Oh, the boy shouldn't have said such words to his assexual brother!

Hearing these words, Ryan seemed to break loose from his chain - he jumped up from his chair like a tiger and in one leap found himself next to his brother; grabbing him by the scruff of the neck, he covered the boy's mouth with his other hand.

After this non-violent act, the young man turned his brother to face the exit of his room and gave him a farewell kick in the ass with his knee.

"Don't talk to me about this, you asshole!" his older brother's angry words reached his ears.

The boy stood motionless in the middle of the hallway for a moment, looking at Ryan's door slamming shut in front of him. Then the child's face twisted into a grimace of hatred for the whole world and his older brother in particular.

Suddenly, footsteps were heard behind him, and the boy turned around reflexively. As expected, it was Molly. Seeing his piercing gaze, she stopped in front of him, about twenty-five paces away.

The boy felt an irresistible desire to rush towards her and grab all the accessible parts of the girl's body with his hands... But instead of all of the above, the following happened - the girl suddenly came close to Bobby "His-Name-Was-Robert" and tried to embrace him, which the boy did not expect from her.

"My poor little thing," Molly cooed, looking at the hunted boy.

Her gentle voice suddenly brought back memories of his long-lost mother. Succumbing to the mood, Bobby "His-Name-Was-Robert" suddenly burst into tears and went to the girl's arms himself.

The latter picked up the crying eight-year-old boy with her tender hands and pressed him to her chest.

And for the first time in all the time he'd seen women (whether they were real or drawn), Bobby "His-Name-Was-Robert" didn't want to immediately pull the girl's clothes off and start groping her tits.

Instead of this vile desire, he was overcome by a feeling of shame and remorse mixed with a feeling of loneliness.

"Don't cry, baby, I'll try to make sure everything is okay with you," Molly continued to coo, and Bobby "His-Name-Was-Robert" had already forgotten that she had a crocodile face - after all, all people have their own shortcomings: who's to blame if they were born that way?

It could be said that for the first time since his mother died (and the latter died almost immediately after she gave birth to him), Bobby "His-Name-Was-Robert" saw in a woman not an object for jerking off, but a person with a heart of gold.

And, shedding tears in the arms of a completely unfamiliar twenty-two-year-old girl, the boy felt himself truly defenseless and in need of care from loving people. And there was no doubt that Molly loved him. And it was not a matter of pedophilia at all - it was just a maternal instinct that for no apparent reason prevailed in her nature among strangers.

And what about Ryan? The asexual drug addict who had no sexual attraction to anyone was still of interest to Miss Scallop's protegee. Apparently, she thought that Ryan's reluctance to show her his mighty phallus was just a manifestation of shyness, and she hoped to get her own in the future.

But for now, this question should be postponed until the evening - after all, Molly needed to get used to the house and decide what role she would need to play during the indefinite period of time that she would be here.

So, after wiping Bobby "His-Name-Was-Robert's" snot, the girl got up and went to the bathroom to tidy herself up, while the boy, recovering from a session of crying and hugging, walked into his room with a bad head and immediately fell on the bed - not to start jerking off to the image of lady Vieira, but only to calm his nerves, forgetting himself in a half-sleep. Soon he drowned in sleep.

Waking up the next day, the boy noticed something strange in the window - a human figure in a red shirt and jeans. Without getting out of bed, Bobby "His-Name-Was-Robert" reached for his phone to capture the wonder on his crappy (only two megapixels) camera, but the mysterious man disappeared as suddenly as it had appeared.

Then the boy decided to call Miss Scallop - after all, it was his duty to report to her about the fate of her protegee, who had been staying in his and Ryan's house since yesterday.

Scrolling through his WhoreApp in search of the old cow's contact, Bobby "His-Name-Was-Robert" noticed with horror that, at least in the avatar, Miss Scallop looked like a spitting image of Molly the Slut - of course, adjusted for age.

The boy could have sworn that the latter was, if not the daughter, then a very close relative of the old cunt, for they both had the same crocodile faces and long hair - the differences mainly being that while Miss Scallop wore her hair in one braid, lady Vieira let it down as she pleased.

Well, and it was not worth losing sight of the fact that if the old cow's face was eaten away by wrinkles and alcohol, then, although ugly, Molly's still blooming face left no doubt that the latter was twenty years younger than the former.

Regardless, Bobby "His-Name-Was-Robert" was at a loss as to what the connection was between a twenty-two year old slut and a forty-two year old fucked up cunt.

Their last names were too different to be able to confirm their family ties. Although, who knows, as is customary with cousins and second cousins... In any case, the boy was already dialing Miss Scallop's number in anticipation of asking her the question that was gnawing at him.

His hopes were justified: the old cunt immediately picked up the phone and, as they say, from the very beginning, began bombarding the little boy with questions on such interesting topics as cosmetics and hygiene of her protegee.

Bobby "His-Name-Was-Robert" had a hard time keeping himself from yelling at the old woman and telling her to shut up, but there's a limit to everything - when Miss Scallop started asking how many pads lady Vieira had in her purse and whether she should order more by mail, he clutched the phone with both hands and, trying not to curse, shouted into the receiver:

"Dear Miss Scallop! For any questions about lady Vieira's problems, please contact my older brother! I'm too young to understand such things!"

"It's never too late to learn, kid!" the old woman answered him cheerfully and immediately burst into causeless laughter.

The boy took advantage of his opponent's momentary weakness and finally used his weapon:

"Miss Scallop, so who is lady Vieira to you that you are so worried about her?"

Having blurted out these words, the boy held his breath. Would this old crab answer him or not? Would she ignore his question or start scolding him? However, he could not have expected what followed next.

When the meaning of his words reached his interlocutor, she immediately stopped laughing and said in a strange, conspiratorial tone:

"My dear Robert," she always called the boy that when she wanted to teach him politeness, "the answer to that question is clear to me today... and a select few," she added after a moment's pause. "I... That is, we don't want this to become public knowledge."

"But Miss Scallop!" the boy became capricious. "Tell me, is it hard to say?"

"It's NOT hard to say," the old cow chuckled, "but dealing with the consequences of an information leak will be beyond the power of even those like..."

Apparently realizing that she was about to blurt out something unnecessary, Miss Scallop made a strange, muffled sound and pressed the call cancel button.

It is clear that the boy could not see this, but you yourself should understand that when the call window suddenly disappears from the screen of your phone, it means that the subscriber has ended the connection with you!

In any case, Miss Scallop avoided answering what seemed to be a very simple question, which caused little Bobby "His-Name-Was-Robert"'s heart to be filled with an incomprehensible anxiety - as if the old crab had kept information from the boy about something that could at any moment destroy the usual life of an eight-year-old wanker.

At least he felt a strange sensation, as if someone had started pressing on the back of his head, and he immediately threw the silent phone onto the bed and grabbed his head with both hands.

Bobby "His-Name-Was-Robert" rummaged through his short-cropped black hair, trying to shake off the stupor that had suddenly overtaken him, but he was not really successful - the result of all this was that his usually neatly styled hair had taken on a crazy look that could best be described in the words of the great English writer Pelham Grenville Wodehouse - "Did the cat drag you in from the garbage heap?"

It goes without saying that there was no way that a young The Omen Ican dancer could have read The Mating Season at the age of eight, and it is not a fact that even as an adult he would have become interested in English literature of the mid-twentieth century.

But he realized something else - he had just experienced the same thing that happened to the main character of the film about the dead little girl from the well! "The Ring"!

Bobby "His-Name-Was-Robert", just like Kazuyuki Asakawa (renamed by stupid The Omen Icans to Rachel Keller) picked up the phone and heard... But that's the point, he didn't hear anything!

If the film had the sacramental phrase "seven days!", then in the case of Miss Scallop's call the boy himself was asking to learn something that the latter flatly refused to tell him! In other words, it was not the presence of certain words, but on the contrary their absence - that's what gave the horror to this whole crazy story!

Poor Bobby "His-Name-Was-Robert" sat on his bed, legs tucked under him like a Turk, staring straight ahead. With his entire atrophied brain he sensed the coming fuck-up, but what kind of fuck-up it would be and when it would happen - he had no answers to these questions.

All he knew was that the secret of Miss Scallop and lady Vieira's affair was so deep that its revelation - or concealment? - might be the last thing that lay ahead for him.

These dark and childishly complex thoughts were interrupted by the creaking of the door. The boy raised his head and stared blankly at his older brother, who, leaning his right hand on the door frame, looked at Bobby "His-Name-Was-Robert" with a smile on his lips.

For a few seconds the brothers looked at each other with completely different feelings, until the elder one broke the silence with a question that was appropriate in this situation:

"Do you want to eat?"

The everyday nature of these words seemed strangely absurd to the boy who was going through a difficult morning, but the latter found the strength to act like a true Jew - to answer a question with a question.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"What, you can't?" Ryan asked reasonably, unaware that he was taking the exchange of questions to the nth degree. "You look like..."

"Like a cat dragged me from the garbage dump?" said Bobby "His-Name-Was-Robert", simultaneously leading the dialogue to a dead end and quoting an English classic, completely unexpectedly for himself.

"I wanted to say it was like you were dug out of a buried subway, but your comparison would work too. What happened to you?"

The boy tiredly touched his forehead with his palm.

"Brother," he answered with unexpected sentimentality, "they tried to drag me to hell."

"And I thought," Ryan interrupted, "that hell was the only place you could go to even when you were walking home, not suspecting anything. So what's it like in hell?"

"I haven't been to hell, you dumb asshole!" Ryan's joking tone was driving the boy crazy. "I want to tell you a scary story!"

"As scary as "The Omen" movie, or even scarier?"

"Fuck, you're annoying!" Bobby "His-Name-Was-Robert" lost his temper. "Are you going to stop joking or not?"

"Will you stop swearing, you little brat?" his older brother answered him in the same rude tone. "Molly was buzzing my ears at breakfast today about how you, at eight years old, swear like a cabby and that it needs to be done immediately..."

The boy didn't hear the rest of the words - grabbing his clothes from the chair in an armful, he ran like a bullet into the corridor and, diving into the bathroom, locked the door.

However, hearing a barely suppressed giggle behind him, he immediately turned around with his heart pounding furiously - it turned out that at that very second Molly was in the bath, who - just think! - was shaving her armpits!!!

The boy had never known about such a hygienic procedure among girls, so his surprise was not surprising, forgive the tautology.

He stood silently right in front of lady Vieira, holding a shirt and shorts in his hands, while the crocodile-faced, heart-of-gold lady stood in front of the mirror, carefully swiping a razor under her armpit.

Although she had her back to the boy, they both saw each other's faces in the mirror, and so they both felt some discomfort - at least Bobby "His-Name-Was-Robert", as for Molly, it seemed that she only enjoyed the presence of a stranger during her hygiene procedures.

"You're a curious one, I see," lady Vieira chuckled, not taking her eyes off the boy's surprised face reflected in the mirror. "You came to see me shave my armpits. I bet you'd like to see me change my pads, too, huh, my little pervert?" With these words, she burst into laughter."

The boy didn't know what to do with himself, but he knew one thing for sure - it was better to be in the company of this idiot with her head in the air than next to Ryan, who would only like to lecture his little brother.

Besides, there was something, to put it mildly, intimate about this situation...

"I know what you're thinking, vulgarian," Molly's voice suddenly rang out. "But don't even hope for that - I change my pads in the toilet, and I always lock myself in there! Besides," she continued, still running the razor under her armpit, "I'm not such a fool as to get caught for corruption of minors."

"Uh-uh..." mumbled Bobby "His-Name-Was-Robert", his hands sweating and almost soaking the clothes he continued to hold in his arms.

"So go ahead and have a good time, boy," said lady Vieira, and to the boy's surprise, she put the razor on the sink and, opening the door, gently pushed him in the shoulder, thus pushing him out into the corridor.

The boy had no choice but to follow the advice of the older woman and go ahead, to the kitchen, where Ryan was already waiting for him, who, it seemed, still needed to speak out after the embarrassment that had happened a few minutes ago between him and his younger brother - otherwise, how else to explain the fact that, upon seeing Bobby "His-Name-Was-Robert" enter the kitchen, he immediately began to think out loud about the peculiarities of puberty in boys of primary school age?!

However, to be honest, this conversation was of little interest to the little The Omen Ican imp. His imagination was much more struck by a large plate containing sliced tomatoes mixed with pieces of ham and pickles, and all this splendor was covered with olive oil instead of the mayonnaise that the boy had grown tired of.

"Is this all for me?" the boy asked.

"I think that it's all for you..." Ryan answered in a mysterious tone, finally stopping his moralizing conversations.

"What about lady Vieira?" Bobby "His-Name-Was-Robert" asked hopefully, looking up at his older brother with his big chocolate colored eyes.

"She won't mind if you finish the whole plate," said Ryan, who hadn't quite emerged from his role as mentor. "However, I hope you won't eat it all in one sitting? You know it's unhealthy!"

"I can't eat that much!" the boy said with annoyance. "Maybe you'll join me?"

"I'll help you," Ryan answered strangely, "I'll sit across from you and make sure you don't overeat. Got it?"

Frankly speaking, the boy did not understand a word of what his older brother said to him, but in order not to run into a conflict, he silently nodded. The last action caused a satisfied smile to appear on the young man's lips.

"Well, you see!" he said. "Now come here..."

Bobby "His-Name-Was-Robert" didn't need to be asked twice - he immediately walked up to the table and sat down in his place.

"That's it, good," Ryan nodded in satisfaction. "Keep it up!"

There was something odd about the older brother's preoccupation with the little boy's food, but the little boy couldn't care less - which couldn't be said about the salad that Bobby "His-Name-Was-Robert" pounced on the minute he sat down at the table. And if Ryan hadn't been watching him, he probably would have gobbled up every last crumb.

But the older brother continued to sit opposite him and watch the movements of the spoon in the younger brother's right hand closely - apparently in order to curry favor with Miss Scallop's protegee, who, as Bobby "His-Name-Was-Robert" remembered, had been doing nothing but complaining to Ryan about his behavior all morning... But that was not the main thing.

When the plate was almost half empty, Bobby "His-Name-Was-Robert" tore his eyes away from the salad with difficulty and glanced at his brother: he was sitting in front of an empty glass with a completely calm face, which was impenetrable like a mask.

It seemed that this was a completely different person compared to the one who had been in this room a couple of minutes ago! The strange gleam in the young man's eyes only reinforced this impression.

"Uh-uh..." Bobby "His-Name-Was-Robert" mumbled, looking at Ryan, who was not paying attention to his actions.

The boy felt uneasy under this intense gaze; it seemed to him that his elder brother at that very moment saw in him something that it would have been better never to see at all.

However, his train of thought was interrupted by Ryan himself, who suddenly tore his gaze away from Bobby "His-Name-Was-Robert" and raised his eyes to the ceiling of the room: a spasm ran through his body as if from an electric shock, and suddenly an expression of terrible torment appeared on his face, mixed with some strange triumph.

All of the above was so unexpected for the boy that he did not immediately understand what was happening. And when he realized it, he became scared and really wanted to run away from this room somewhere far away...

But Ryan had already come to his senses; his face was calm again as usual: apparently it was just some kind of attack from internal tension... The older brother looked at the boy with a smile of a winner, in which there was simultaneously the joy of victory and tears of pain. Bobby "His-Name-Was-Robert" even seemed to sense in it the presence of some kind of guilt before himself.

"What was that?" the boy asked his brother.

"It's okay," Ryan reassured him. "It doesn't concern you," he suddenly said in a completely different tone.

Bobby "His-Name-Was-Robert" had seen so much in the last few days that such a change in the mood of a conversation right in the middle of a sentence no longer shocked him - and it was worth remembering that Ryan was a big fan of drugs, so such mood swings were, as they say, nothing new.

That is why the boy did not bother his older brother with insignificant questions, but simply silently pushed away the half-empty plate of salad and, wiping his mouth stained with olive oil, stood up from the table.

"Wait a bit," Ryan stopped him.

"What do you want?" Bobby "His-Name-Was-Robert" muttered discontentedly.

"Yes, I just remembered about my slut's luggage," the elder brother continued. "That slut was talking so much about some trifles, but about when her luggage would be delivered, not a single word, you understand, NOT A SINGLE word!" he suddenly yelled at the last word.

Bobby "His-Name-Was-Robert" involuntarily flinched when Ryan suddenly raised his voice for no apparent reason, but of course he didn't grab his head and run away in panic.

"Well, not a single one, then not a single one," the boy said philosophically, throwing the dirty napkin into the trash can. "What business is it of yours?"

"What does it matter to me?" his elder brother asked with a beastly grin. "And does it matter that this whore is in charge of my clothes? Took my razor? Drank my juice? THREW AWAY MY STASH!" he suddenly yelled, getting up from the table and clenching his fists. "MY STASH, YOUR MOTHERFUCKING!!!"

"Hey, take it easy, FUCKING EASY!" Bobby "His-Name-Was-Robert" shouted in the same tone as his brother.

With these words, he did something that he bitterly regretted for the rest of his life - when Ryan, suddenly enraged, rushed at him with his fists, the boy cold-bloodedly tripped his enraged older brother, causing him, losing his balance, to fall hard onto the linoleum.

At the same time, Bobby "His-Name-Was-Robert" rushed out of the kitchen, fearing revenge from Ryan. However, that was not what he needed to fear...

The thing is, when he fell to the floor with all his might, Ryan managed to break his glasses, which he had somehow put on that morning - something, by the way, that had never been noticed before.

However, it was enough to look at the frame of the glasses to understand that they belonged to a female person - the bright pink color and the unambiguous shape in the form of hearts spoke louder than any words. That is, that very morning Ryan borrowed glasses from his new girlfriend - the slut Molly - which he had to bitterly regret.

After all, what would happen if you fell face down on the floor and managed to break your glasses? The author of these lines had never experienced anything like this, and had never seen anything like this in her life, but simple logic tells her that the shards of glasses would stick into her eyes, which would make the owner of the glasses feel like a fool - forgive me for the black humor.

Be that as it may, that's exactly what happened - the boy tripped his older brother, who fell with all his might onto the floor and, breaking his glasses, simultaneously cut both of his eyes.

There was blood - as if a pig had been slaughtered, the whole floor under Ryan's head was covered in it. And there's no need to even talk about screams. True, what's characteristic, it wasn't Ryan who screamed, but his beloved slut Molly, who, having finished shaving her armpits, came out of the bathroom and, seeing that her newly acquired fucker was lying face down on the floor and bleeding, behaved like a true hysteric.

One can only wonder that this fool didn't do anything nasty in that terrible moment and at least lived to see Ryan's funeral - which did take place, I guarantee it! What happened to her next - no one will ever tell you, because the page of history ends at that moment.

Some say Molly Vieira turned to prostitution - which, given her first encounter with Ryan, would not be surprising. Others argue that she, how shall I put it, did not survive the loss and followed her lover.

And when lovers do such things, they will never return to all other people. I hope you understood me correctly. In any case, you and I should not be interested in the future fate of this extremely vile person, who not only had the face of a crocodile, but also had the habits of a real whore!

Let's consider Ryan's death as Antichrist's punishment for this creature!