A sharp voice sliced through the other end of the reciever. "Wha'?" it hissed, it's accent thick.

"Look, Lyle," I said. My voice was firm. I had said his name with true and utter discust. I had to tell this fucking queer he couldn't mess with my family. I wouldn't deal with it. "Stay away from my family. Got it?"

"Who tha' hell is this?" His thick Scotish accent made me want to throw up. "Ye ain't me deartháir."

"I mean it," I snapped. I wasn't playing games. "Stay away from my husband. Stay away from my kid. Just stay away." I gripped the phone tightly. I felt Arthur grip my arm. I looked at him, and his little voice started shouting to me. Although he wasn't shouting at all.

"St-stop, just hang up..."

"No. I won't hang up." I was about to continue speaking (If you'd call it speaking at all) to Lyle, but I was suddenly interrupted by his nasty voice.

"An' why shoul' ah? I dun care abou' yer ki', lemme tell ye tha', if et ma'es ye feel better. An', Arthur is me brotha, ah can do whate'er, ye cain't sto' me. Tha' lil' shit deserves wha' ever 'e gets."

I felt my anger just boiling inside me. "What the fuck did you just say?" Beside me, I felt Arthur trembling. He was so scared.

"P- please... A- Alfred, n- no! Stop, don't d- do this!"

I know he wanted me to stop, but I couldn't. I didn't want to. I thought this is what I had to do. Whether Arthur liked it or not... "Arthur! I told you not to stop me!" I practically yelled right in his face. Why did I keep raising my voice? It was almost as if I couldn't control myself any more.

The Scot's voice again. "Is tha' what yer wantin'? Gladly. An'.. Is tha' me /dear/ deartháir tryin' ta stop ye?" He said "dear" as sarcastically as sarcastic gets. He chuckled, then continued. "Ah won'er why e's even tryin'. Ain't lookin' li'e yer gonna stop."

I growled, a rough "Damn bastard!" coming out of my mouth.

"Alfred, Alfred, Alfred! P- put the damn phone down! Just stop!" Arthur raised his own voice, not like I would have expected. He really didn't want me to do this... So I hung up the phone. Just hung it up. Then I threw it across the room, against a wall. It was obviously broken, and looked as if it was about to shatter. A few peices went flying about the room.

"Arthur! I told you not to stop me!" I stood up to my full height, Arthur trembling below me.

He put his hand on the side of his head, squeezing his eyes shut. "Wh- why shouldn't've I?" It was like we were starting a yelling contest, but my voice greatly overpowered Arthur's. I roughly grabbed his chin, forcing him to look up at me. The Alfred we all knew was gone... Repleaced by something I can't explain.

"You will follow my orders! Got it?" I hissed at him. I stared into his eyes, he stared into mine. He gave me no answer. Fear clouded his eyes, I could tell. I squeezed his chin roughly. "Answer me!" He managed to get away from me, nodding fearfully over and over, staring at the floor. I- I don't know what came over me. For some reason, I felt the need to hit him... I could hardly control myself. Like someone was doing that for me. Arthur choked out a fearful "yes" over and over and over. Next thing you know, I'm pinned up against the wall.

"YOU STUPID AMERICANSKII!" came that Russian voice. Sasha. I should have guessed. I forgot she was in the kitchen the whole time! She was probably listening to the whole conversation.. I mean, how could she not hear it?

I just glared into her eyes for a moment before saying, "Let me go!" From the corner of my eye, I saw Arthur head upstairs. I can understand why he did.

Sasha growled. "Nyet! I will not allow you to make another mistake!" Mistake... I've already made so many. It doesn't seem like it would matter anymore if I made another. I didn't give her an answer, just struggled against her hold. "Amerikanskii! Just listen to me! For once in your life!" I stopped my useless struggling and glared at her. She didn't loosen her grip. "You gave up once and I won't let you make a mistake!" I Just listened. I didn't need to say anything. My anger was boiling. I finally somehow controlled it... Only a little, though. Only enough to shut myself up. "You are giving up to easily," she said, simply.

I had sent Sasha on her way. It has been about an hour. No sign of Lyle. I was sitting by the window. I was waiting for this bastard. I vowed to myself I am going to teach him not to mess with my family. He just needs to stop being a chicken and get his ass over here. Finally I had seen his car pull up. He climbed out of it, slamming the door angrily. He didn't scare me. But he's a tall son of a bitch...

He kicked open the door and held his hands in the air. "Aye, ye lil' shits. Am 'ere. Ye 'appy?"
He had a cigarette in his mouth, and I got a sharp stab of worry right in my gut. I knew what he did to Arthur, it coud very well happen to me. ... But I don't care. If I had to get burned and bleed all over... I don't care. I'd do it for Arthur. My anger boiling inside me... I can't hold it in any longer. I stood up quickly, punching Lyle right in the middle of the face.

"You bastard!" I screamed, glaring hatred at him.

He kept the cigarette in the corner of his mouth, a smart smirk playing on his lips. He straightened up again, acting like he wasn't even hit. This might be tough... "Wha' tha fuck, ye got yerself a six foot pole up yer ass?"

I didn't even notice. Not until his fist hit me hard enough to make me hitch a breath. He landed a rough blow in my stomach. I almost doubled over, but I caught myself. My adrenaline was pumping, and I was going to kick ass. I blew it off like nothing and slugged him repeatedly, in the face, the stomach.. "You DARE hurt Arthur, and then show your face around here? What the fuck if wrong with you? You're fucking insane!"

I guess Arthur had heard the yelling, and he stood at the top of the stairs, just staring down at us. I saw him out of the corner of my eye, but paid no attention to him when I should have.

Lyle dodged a few blows, blocks off only one to his face, holds his stomach with an arm, chuckling like nothing was even happening. "'Ow many feckin' bitch pills ye take? An', ah can dare what ever ah please!" He pulled me into a rough headlock. "Ye wan' me ta burn yer ass like ah did Arthur's?" I struggled to get out of it. "Huh? Do ye?" The first thing I thought to do was bite him. So I bit him as hard as I could, my teeth digging into his flesh.

The Scot growled loudly, relaxing the grip only slightly and ripping the cigarette out of his mouth/ Ye fuckin' dog!" He hissed, pushing me backwards, stepping on my chest and holding the cig only centimeters from my face. I stared into his eyes, trying to not sow any bit of fear.

"Lyle! You fucktard! Let him up! L-leave him alone!"

(( Alright. I know I haven't updated in... Forever. I don't feel the inspiration to continue this anymore, and... Stuff. :S So.. Yes. I don't know if I should. You tell me.