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It had already been a stressful start to the day. The moment Glam went to do his morning routine, doing his make-up, hair, etc. He felt a lingering feeling of someone watching him, and feared that any minute now something horrible could happen. The blonde went off into the kitchen and nervously took his medication with warm water. Watching out for things in the corner of his eye. He knew his hallucinations or what people say he’s seeing didn’t fully go away but knew that it wouldn't help his situation any better.
Glam immediately tensed up as he felt a hand slither through his shirt. A cold bare hand touching his own bare skin.
“Why so tense?” A rough voice chuckled, making the blonde turn around to look at the culprit.
His wife.
“Oh! Hello, Vicky. You’re up early.” He smiled.
“Yeah… Couldn’t really sleep. So, why not greet my husband?” She cooed, continuing hugging him. Their bodies are so close.
“Hmm…Makes sense. I can make you some breakfast then, now that you’re awake. The boys will come down soon too.”
“Bacon?”
The blonde thought about it. They didn’t have bacon yesterday, or the other day, and the day before that. And he didn’t really write much in his schedule. Plus, it wasn’t like it would kill them. Unless—
“Glamy, we don’t have to have bacon.” Vicky looks up at her husband, worried. “You spaced out.”
“Yes, my bad, love. But to answer your question; yes we can have bacon today.” The blonde said reassuringly.
“Great…” The red-head let go of him and headed towards her designated seat in front of the long table.
As usual, Glam was right, minutes later the boys started making their way downstairs. Making the entire family inhabit their kitchen.
“Breakfast is served!” The older blonde chirped, setting down plates that had a balanced meal. Fruit, Protein, grain, and dairy.
Dee had regular cow milk, while Heavy had chocolate milk. Vicky had a beer. However, Glam didn’t like that she’d drink beer so early in the morning, but he layed out some juice for her in case.
The older blonde loved making shapes-like pareidolia out of the food. Assorting berries into a heart for his significant other. For his kids, he usually made smiley faces and the occasional heart. Vicky, of course, didn’t solely have her fruits assorted to a love symbol but to a skull as well. To represent what they both liked and what he liked about her.
Strong figure, long hair just like a valkyrie, loves to protect her family.
He wasn’t as sweet to himself as he was to his family. His plate was normal, no hearts, no smiles. Just a pile of blueberries.
“You okay, dad?” Dee raised his brows, looking across his table and at his dad; sitting, moving his fork to fidget with his blueberries.
“Why yes, Dee!”
“Are you…feeling unwell, Pap?” Heavy chimed in.
“Nope! I feel normal. And no, Dee. My meds are helping still. I was just thinking.” Glam reassured. Ever since they knew about what their father had experienced, they kept in mind his moments and helped him if needed. Especially Dee.
“Your father is okay, kids.” Vicky nudged Glam’s shoulder, “Just his usual self”
Pieces of bacon escaped her mouth, as she talked.
The blonde grabbed a napkin, wiping it off from the table. After that was done, he ate his breakfast along with the others that were finishing up.
“Welp, we’re gonna head to school now” Dee sighed, pushing his chair out to stand up. Swiftly pulling his backpack up to hang on his shoulder.
”Don’t” Glam said quickly. Making his kids stop in their tracks, leaving them halfway out of the kitchen.
They both looked at each other, frowning. But Glam’s smile never left his face. “I— I mean. Have a nice day at school, kids.”
Dee never thought it was possible but his fathers smile grew even wider. Like he was shoving any emotion or worry down and into a sheltered pile with his other negative feelings. “Okay…” The younger blonde looked at his father for another moment before signaling his departure to his brother that followed him.
After the door was shut, Glam went to grab all of their dirty dishes and wash them. “Love, after this I’m going to go work in my office” He looked back at his wife walking towards him.
“Are you sure you’re okay? Is this one of your squeamish days? You keep…I don't know, whatever you’re doing right now.”
“As much as I appreciate your concern, I’m okay, Vicky.” Glam wipes his hands with a towel, cupping his wife's hands with his. “I love you”
The red-head flushes, “I love you too, you romantic” she chuckles.
The blonde leaned forward for a kiss before he headed up to his office. Where he pulled out stacks of paper, and began working on them.
His office was one of places he enjoyed spending time in. It was where all of his interests were in one place. Where his gibsons were, his records, piano, his violin. He was glad he could have his space like this.
But perhaps it was a bit too quiet. He stood up, grabbing one of his vinyls as well as its companion; the turntable. It was a Maurice Ravel vinyl that started off with Pavane Pour Une Infante Défunte in G major.
He still had a soft spot for classical music. He wouldn’t have found metal without it. The not-so-Bach was like an opening to a new world for him.
As he continued to work, he questioned his paranoia. What was the trigger?
Was it just because of the stress from the last two days? Teaching his students about triplets and sweeping? Or was it a person?
No, that wouldn’t make sense. His wife didn’t do anything to make him feel this way, his kids were in the same situation too. None of them did anything wrong.
The only thing of suspicion was…
Glam stopped to look at his wrist. He hadn’t even noticed how achy it felt. The blonde was so used to it; like a daily occurrence.
But it had healed and all that was left was scars and aches now and then. He was so focused, he forgot about everything else in the room. The vinyl stopped spinning. His hand trembled as it hovered over his wrist.
It ached. And he needed to do something about it. He took off the wristband. The tips of his fingers reaching the skin, and his nails sinked in slowly. The ache relieved, leaving crescent moon shape dents. But the feeling of paranoia was still there. He still felt that lingering feeling.
He shook his head, and pressed his back all the way against his chair.
It was the only thing that seemed to calm him as he closed his eyes, placing his hands over them for extra protection. Anticipating the worst to come.
Once he opened his eyes he could just imagine the eyes that’d stare him back in the face. a monsterous contorted face that he could recognize as someone he could know. And he liked horror, hell, even gore. But he didn’t like this kind.
“Glam— I was wondering if you wanted to watch a movie. You’ve been in here for fucking forever. The kids are already back from school.” Vicky looked at Glam for a moment, before walking up to him.
“Glam.” Vicky gently peeled off his hands away from his face. Noticing his wrist, frowning, “What did you do, Glam?”
The blonde closed his eyes harder, enough for tears to fall. “Vicky, I need you.” His voice was weak and shaky.
Vicky helped Glam stand up, wrapped her arm around his waist. Leading him into the living room and onto the couch.
“Hey, tell me what's wrong. Y’know, I want to help” The red-head rubs circles on his back.
“Just…paranoid” Glam sighed shakingly.
Vicky frowns, placing her hand on his scarred wrist, “How about I turn on a movie, focus on it and me. Okay?”
“I’ll… I’ll check the windows and doors first” Glam stood up, wobbling in the process.
“Woah, woah, woah, sit your ass back down.” Vicky pushed her husband a bit roughly back on the springed couch. “I’ll check for you if you want. Just know, that nothing bad will happen”
“Okay…” The blonde looked away from his wife, in shame.
“Hey, look at me. This is paranoia or whatever it's called being a complete dick, we are safe. You can rely on me, Glamy. I’ll hit them with these!” The red-head made a fist, flexing her muscles. “They’ll never know what hit ‘em”
“You can’t hit predictability” Glam shivered,
“Who says no one’s not there? I’ll kick their ass!”
The musician’s eyes widened even more than it possibly could have, and Vicky stammered, “Gl- No, that's not what I meant— I… Sorry…Fuck…Sorry, no one theres, I promise.” Vicky faced palms, storming out of the room to check the doors and windows, and while doing so - she muttered curse words repeatedly.
Glam stared off into space, not even noticing his wife enter the room again. She couldn’t decipher what could possibly be on his mind, this kind of vulnerability wasn’t always there for her to witness. He hid just as good as anything else he hides. It was scary.
However, they were both still learning about each other in their long-term commitment.
Vicky sat down next to him, shoulder-to-shoulder, and gently cupped his hands in hers. Rubbing a reassuring touch against the back of his hand. They stayed like this until the blonde finally looked up at Vicky, which the latter returned the favor.
“You okay?” She breaks the silence
“Yes… We can.. watch a movie, now”
The redhead nods, grabbing the remote and switching through channels, “I was thinking horror but maybe not the best time right now. We could try something cheesy… or maybe something Ches recommended to us and we just never watched it? Ches just recommends us corny pinoy movies but… I don’t know how the hell he likes that”
“Well, I think he just finds them funny, dear. They’re all usually comedies and not taken seriously. If I remember correctly, he said either Fantastica or Our Mighty Yaya”
“Let's watch the second one, and we can laugh at his movie taste” Vicky laughs in a lighthearted manner,
“Okay! I’ll put subtitles for us. Perhaps after, we can watch any horror movies you had in mind.” Glam smiles.
The couple laid back and watched as the movie began to play, letting Glam distract himself from all of his worries and try to ignore the lingering paranoia.
He could feel Vicky’s hand massage his wrist as a tear subconsciously ran down his cheek.
“Just relax, Glamy” Vicky whispers, “I love you”
“I love you too”
Soon, footsteps could be heard; Dee and Heavy standing by the couch in which the couple resided.
“What are you watching?” Dee looks at the TV in confusion, “Is this a Ches recommendation?”
“Yes, so if you just wanna keep staring, sit your ass down. I don’t like how you’re just standing there.”
Heavy smiles, “Make room!” and roughly plopped himself down in between his father and mother. After a couple of seconds passed, Dee sighed and sat down next to Heavy; His arms crossed.
“Can we watch a horror movie after this?” Heavy asked kicking his feet back,
“Yes, that was the plan, now shut up”
The family spent the rest of their night watching movies together. Making Glam feel less and less paranoid than he felt from this morning.
Maybe he really was free, free from the pain, the abuse, the mansion. His life was better this way, WAY better from back then. He really does deserve them, and perhaps they deserve him too.