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Of Forced Consent.. (Ishu and Lord Dakol)

Acacia spent the next hour or so having her mother talk at her and soon helping her father cook. He had been planning to make steaks for dinner and, thus far, she hadn't complained about it. Her father left the kitchen to argue with their mother about what music to play for the night. She used this time to find the wrappings for the meats and check on the company. Unfortunately it was not one she would subject herself to eating. She wouldn't be eating steak tonight.

Her father came back in to find her peeling and mashing potatoes. He asked her to go upstairs and bring Josiah down to take out the trash. She insisted on doing it herself, somewhat ignoring her father when he said it was unnecessary.


She took the tied up trash bag out front and dropped in into the large can. She leaned against the fence and looked up at the sky. Her parents were pretty much the same, except she knew her mother had become an alcoholic.

She big down on her lip and covered her face with her hands. Her shoulders went up and down as she let herself cry. Too many memories of her parents fighting had come to her and she knew the alcoholism was a side effect. Their mother drank back then too, but she didn't know for sure if it had gotten better or not.​
 
Josiah continued to read his book, flipping through the pages quite quickly until his ears picked up the sound of... crying? He closed the cover of the book and walked over to the window, gazing outside and looking around for the source until he noticed his sister sobbing by the fence. His eyes narrowed as he leaned against the window sill and sighed.

"What?" he asked, seeming to be very short with her at the moment as his cold eyes trailed her hands for any sign of response.
 
She stopped when she heard Josiah address her. Was his window open? She sniffled and wiped the tears from her face. She then wiped her hands on her skirt and turned around. She ignored him and pretended she hadn't heard him or that he had heard her. Acacia walked back into the house as if nothing had happened.​
 
"Acacia!" he whispered urgently, then mumbled a string of curse words before he popped his head back inside and sat down. What the hell was going on with her?! He wanted to find out, somehow... But... how?
 
Acacia went back into the kitchen and helped her father cook. He talked to her about how well his career was going and how excited he was about advancing. She couldn't help but notice the occasional comment from their mother in the living room. Their mother was supportive but craved the spotlight too much. She wondered what had happened to the wine...





She began to set the table when their mother walked to the bottom of the stairs. She called Josiah down and, when nothing happened, she went into the kitchen, "Acacia- go get your brother." Acacia nodded without a second thought and went out of the kitchen, up the stairs and to his door.

Acacia knocked on Josiahs door.​
 
Josiah looked towards the door and clicked his tongue. They usually send Acacia up to get him. He headed towards the door and opened it, looking at her.

"Yeah?" he inquired curiously and leaned against the doorway.
 
She motioned to the stairs and told him, "Dinner." She didn't give him much time to ask her questions or to keep standing there and looking down at her like she was nothing. Acacia turned away from him and began to descend the steps herself.​
 
Without thinking about it, he reached out and snatched her arm, pulling her back into the hallway and making sure she couldn't go anywhere. "Acacia..." he began, looking at her as his expression softened, "What's going on?"
 
She gasped as he grabbed her but bit down on her tongue to suppress any sounds. At first she refused to look up at him out of fear, but she her eyes lingered and she caught his sincerity. Her blue eyes stared up at him, looking from one of his to the other. Her body relaxed a bit and, as much as she wanted to, she refrained from hugging him and breaking down.


The girl shook her head. She didn't want to talk about it. She wanted to pretend nothing had ever happened.​
 
Josiah sighed and went into a little bit of a crouch to get her to meet his eyes. "Come on Acacia... you can tell me. Or..." he thought about it for a minute, "I won't let go," he threatened, making sure his grip didn't hurt her but she couldn't slip through his grasp.
 
She, instinctively, attempted to prove she could get away. She pulled her hand but couldn't get it away from him. She frowned at him, angry at first before her expression became more pathetic, "I don't..." Acacia shook her head, "I can't." Everyone knew she blamed herself for their parents fighting, for the possible divorce, for everyone falling apart. But they also knew she hadn't done anything wrong= except maybe running off to private school.​
 
Josiah tightened his grip on her wrist a bit more before releasing her hand entirely, backing off, then proceeded to go downstairs. If he had to, he would find out some other way...
 
Acacia watched him go downstairs. She touched a hand to her wrist and made sure the cuff of her sleeve covered it up. She followed after him and went into the kitchen to find their father putting pieces of steak on everyone's plates. She made a sour face that she tried to cover and quickly took her seat.


Their mother was sitting on one side of the table and was going on about some story with her girlfriends back in high school. Acacia didn't know the details and decided to focus on her broccoli instead.​
 
As he was eating, Josiah tapped his foot impatiently as he ate his food, his eyes quietly studied Acacia, a low, quiet growl emanating from his throat as he scarfed down his steak.
 
She was sitting across from her brother and couldn't deny the weight of his gaze. She squirmed uncomfortably in her seat as she heard him attack the steak like a wild animal. Acacia actually wondered if he was doing this on purpose, just to make her uncomfortable.


Their mother poured herself a glass of wine and continued spouting on, as if in her own mid-life crisis.​
 
He practically ripped apart the meat with his teeth, his gaze on Acacia the entire time. If it made her uncomfortable, good. That would just mean she would tell him what was wrong if he stopped. His dad, however, looked at him in confusion.
 
Her upper lip curled momentarily in disgust. He was doing this on purpose! That jerk! He knew her vegetarian secret and was using it against her! How could he be such a... such a... an ass! She chewed on more of her broccoli and attempted to ignore him. Maybe he would stop if she didn't recognize his feats.​
 
He quickly finished the steak and looked at his mother. "Do we have anymore? Or maybe, if Acacia is not eating hers... can I have it?" he asked with a malicious grin on his lips. Oh, he was loving this!
 
Both of their parents insisted he let her eat it. Her mother was just used to shutting down almost anything he wanted while their father just wanted her to try it. He had changed the recipe from the past few years.

Acacia didn't want to play this game with him so she set her fork down, "I'm not hungry." She pushed her plate across the table and stopped it infront of her brother. He could have it.​
 
Josiah quickly stuck the form in the steak and slammed it on his place. "Yeah, she had a few carrots a while ago," he replied sarcastically as he began to eat, although he wasn't hungry.
 
She gave him a sour face, feeling betrayed. She couldn't share anything with him- he'd just use it all against her. Acacia noticed her fathers hurt features. She felt guilty for not trying it, but insisted she would try it next time.


Their mother drank some wine and became audibly upset with their daughter eating before dinner, "You know how much your father likes to cook! Why would you spoil your dinner? That's so selfish of you!"

Acacia looked down at the cloth that would rest under the plate. Their father told their mother to calm down and that it wasn't a big deal.​
 
He said nothing, as he hoped she got the message of what he would do. Finishing his food and not bothering to say thanks, he left the table and walked upstairs.

"Hmm..." Josiah mumbled, going down the hall and into the bathroom to take a quick shower.
 
They mother called after Josiah, offended that he would leave the table without asking for permission. Their father told her, again, that it wasn't a big deal and that the boy was going to go job hunting the next day.

Acacia fidgeted where she sat and spent the rest of the evening between both of her parents. Their mother had eventually become too drunk to hold a calm conversation, so their father carried her to bed. On the way, he told his daughter good night and apologized for his wife's' behavior.


Acacia stayed in the kitchen for a while longer. She cleaned everything up and headed upstairs. She didn't know if she should talk to her brother or just ignore him as best she could.​
 
Josiah's "quick" shower turned out to be longer than he expected. Stepping out of the shower, he wrapped a towel around his waist and dried himself off. Slipping on his sweats and t-shirt he had placed by the sink earlier that morning, he walked out of the bathroom and passed Acacia with a somewhat cold demeanor that resulted by her numerous secrets.

He shut the door to his room and fell on his bed, sighing as he looked at the ceiling and closed his eyes...
 
She opened her mouth the ask him something but had received the cold shoulder. She frowned at him, wondering why he was being so callous to her. Acacia went to her room and shut the door. She rummaged around until she found something to sleep in, changed into it and curled up under her covers. It was only the first day back and it was already tearing her apart.​
 
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