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Malicious Lullaby
Pulsar
- Joined
- Jan 9, 2009
- Location
- On my knees, in between his legs.
The alarm clock went off at exactly 6 AM. The young man arose from bed and ran his hand through the disheveled mop of dirty blonde hair on his head. It wasn’t long but neither was it to his scalp short. A slight shaggy cut, straight and bangs that often swept over his piercing blue eyes, the color of the ocean. He had a strong jaw, a body to die for and he clearly kept himself in shape. But even behind the face of a handsome young teen, lay several dark secrets.
After his shower, he dressed in a black button down dress shirt, form fitting and rolled the sleeves up to his elbows. He pulled on black boxer briefs and then blue ripped jeans and nice shoes. His hair was styled to his liking and he grabbed his keys, wallet, phone and his school backpack. After breakfast and kissing his mother goodbye on her cheek, he left and got in the car, heading to his girlfriend’s house.
Sterling Cavendish was a senior at Woodrow High School, the eldest son to Wilhelmina Cavendish and had two younger siblings, all brothers. His father skipped out on them when he was thirteen, leaving his mother to take care after three boys, struggling on her own. That was when his anger kicked in and he’s been an angry teen since. He was diagnosed as being bi-polar by his shrink when he was fifteen and since then, he’d been on medications and visited a shrink twice a week. He took his father’s abandonment the hardest since his two younger brothers weren’t even eight when it happened.
But then he met his girlfriend. A pretty little rosebud. He stopped taking his meds, feeling that she was the only medication he needed. But that meant he had no control on his temper whatsoever. He tried to keep it in check, but there was only so much he could do, and so much he was willing to do. Arriving at her house, he parked and got out, walking to the front door and ringing the doorbell.
After his shower, he dressed in a black button down dress shirt, form fitting and rolled the sleeves up to his elbows. He pulled on black boxer briefs and then blue ripped jeans and nice shoes. His hair was styled to his liking and he grabbed his keys, wallet, phone and his school backpack. After breakfast and kissing his mother goodbye on her cheek, he left and got in the car, heading to his girlfriend’s house.
Sterling Cavendish was a senior at Woodrow High School, the eldest son to Wilhelmina Cavendish and had two younger siblings, all brothers. His father skipped out on them when he was thirteen, leaving his mother to take care after three boys, struggling on her own. That was when his anger kicked in and he’s been an angry teen since. He was diagnosed as being bi-polar by his shrink when he was fifteen and since then, he’d been on medications and visited a shrink twice a week. He took his father’s abandonment the hardest since his two younger brothers weren’t even eight when it happened.
But then he met his girlfriend. A pretty little rosebud. He stopped taking his meds, feeling that she was the only medication he needed. But that meant he had no control on his temper whatsoever. He tried to keep it in check, but there was only so much he could do, and so much he was willing to do. Arriving at her house, he parked and got out, walking to the front door and ringing the doorbell.
