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Behind The Mask
BEHIND THE MASK
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'Who knew evil girls had the prettiest face?' – Juice WRLD (Lyric line from Lucid dreams)
Four bearded men hit their beer bottles together and threw their heads back laughing merrily. The moon was out and the sea never appeared more enchanting—sparkling gracefully under the magnificence of the limelight.
Behind the shadows of the men were loaded buckets of fish which told an all boastful tale of a successful fishing trip. The little boy kneeling by the buckets couldn't stop smiling.
His innocent blue eyes were fixed on one bucket that only had two fish in it. It was a disgrace next to the others that were full but to the boy, it was the beginning of his manhood. He smiled proudly at the fruits of his labour.
'Oi, Jacob!'
The boy's body tensed, and he tucked his lips with his eyes wide. He slowly turned around to see a bald tall man. The man took a swig of his beer, and then waved his finger disapprovingly him. The boy rubbed his palms on his coat and put his hands behind his back.
'Aren't you supposed to be in bed?' the man asked him.
'I'm sorry, papa. I just wanted to check on my catch,' Jacob remorsefully replied.
His tensed muscles relaxed at his father's warm smile behind a scruffy ginger mustache. Jacob's father set his hand on Jacob's little shoulder and got down on one knee. His body swayed to the left, and he set his other palm to his head.
Jacob quietly looked on as his father blinked repeatedly before finally looking into his eyes. Jacob raised a brow at his father bulging in his face. He did not cringe at the heavy stench of sweat and alcohol.
'Now we talked about this, Jacob. Your bedtime was two hours ago.' he sluggishly said and hiccuped.
'Oh, come on, now, mate. Let the boy stay up for a little while longer, ey. There's no harm in it.' one of the men suddenly said and the remaining two laughed in agreement.
Jacob's father got up and pointed his beer bottle at the man, 'Don't you dare interrupt me when I am talking to my son.'
'Or else what, Larry?' the man smirked whilst the others laughed.
'I don't have time to argue with you drunken imbeciles.' Larry retorted and staggered back to his friends—completely forgetting about Jacob.
Jacob watched Larry and his friends laugh and tease each other for awhile until their raspy voices bored him. He glanced at his bucket of fish and a smile lingered its way back.
His smile was short-lived when he heard a strange bumping noise. He naturally looked back to Larry, but he was entangled in another argument.
Jacob listened for the bump again but there was nothing but silence. He turned away and focused his attention on his bucket when he heard the bump again. The boat moved underneath his feet, sending him falling to the deck.
Before Jacob could comprehend what was...
R16V
'Who knew evil girls had the prettiest face?' – Juice WRLD (Lyric line from Lucid dreams)
Four bearded men hit their beer bottles together and threw their heads back laughing merrily. The moon was out and the sea never appeared more enchanting—sparkling gracefully under the magnificence of the limelight.
Behind the shadows of the men were loaded buckets of fish which told an all boastful tale of a successful fishing trip. The little boy kneeling by the buckets couldn't stop smiling.
His innocent blue eyes were fixed on one bucket that only had two fish in it. It was a disgrace next to the others that were full but to the boy, it was the beginning of his manhood. He smiled proudly at the fruits of his labour.
'Oi, Jacob!'
The boy's body tensed, and he tucked his lips with his eyes wide. He slowly turned around to see a bald tall man. The man took a swig of his beer, and then waved his finger disapprovingly him. The boy rubbed his palms on his coat and put his hands behind his back.
'Aren't you supposed to be in bed?' the man asked him.
'I'm sorry, papa. I just wanted to check on my catch,' Jacob remorsefully replied.
His tensed muscles relaxed at his father's warm smile behind a scruffy ginger mustache. Jacob's father set his hand on Jacob's little shoulder and got down on one knee. His body swayed to the left, and he set his other palm to his head.
Jacob quietly looked on as his father blinked repeatedly before finally looking into his eyes. Jacob raised a brow at his father bulging in his face. He did not cringe at the heavy stench of sweat and alcohol.
'Now we talked about this, Jacob. Your bedtime was two hours ago.' he sluggishly said and hiccuped.
'Oh, come on, now, mate. Let the boy stay up for a little while longer, ey. There's no harm in it.' one of the men suddenly said and the remaining two laughed in agreement.
Jacob's father got up and pointed his beer bottle at the man, 'Don't you dare interrupt me when I am talking to my son.'
'Or else what, Larry?' the man smirked whilst the others laughed.
'I don't have time to argue with you drunken imbeciles.' Larry retorted and staggered back to his friends—completely forgetting about Jacob.
Jacob watched Larry and his friends laugh and tease each other for awhile until their raspy voices bored him. He glanced at his bucket of fish and a smile lingered its way back.
His smile was short-lived when he heard a strange bumping noise. He naturally looked back to Larry, but he was entangled in another argument.
Jacob listened for the bump again but there was nothing but silence. He turned away and focused his attention on his bucket when he heard the bump again. The boat moved underneath his feet, sending him falling to the deck.
Before Jacob could comprehend what was...
