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Apr. 24th, 2014 06:16 pmIt's Music in the Park in Beacon Hills, a day where people get to bring out their instruments and pretend they know what they're doing. Fortunately for Tori, she knows exactly how to work the red and white electric guitar and she's settled on a bench with her guitar case in front of her. She's just finished playing and her parents are helping her pack up. Her dad is managing the amp and her mother is managing the wires.
Her brother, Jonah, has her attention, though. He's younger by a few years, an absolute shithead sometimes, and he has a new bully at school.
Jonah was always small for his age. Skinny. Short. Shy. Quiet. A target, if you asked Tori. Not that any of her nonsense towards him was mean spirited. Not entirely, except for when she asks him what it was like living in a big fish's stomach.
But this child confronting her brother now was nothing short of a jerk. He pushes Jonah around at school consistently and Jonah always got in trouble for it. How that happened, Tori'd never understand.
At present, Jonah was trying to run his motorized boat in the water. It was something he'd saved up for. Money from friends and relatives for birthdays and chores had gone into a jar with a picture on the front of it of that very RC boat and his father helped him put it together.
And now, the bully was far too interested in the boat and Tori, unblinking, was far too interested in the bully.
"Tori?" She doesn't hear her father. "What's wrong?" She simply points and her father turns to look. Her mother takes her guitar and puts it away, and that's about when all hell breaks loose.
Tori is not a violent child. She pulls her pranks and her nonsense, sure. But she'd never, ever start a fight.
Except this once. There's a shout from Jonah, a loud crash followed by several stomping, shattering sounds and Tori barely hears her father say something about 'calling that brat's parents' before she's on her feet.
The other child is her age, so she doesn't feel bad about tackling him to the ground. Nor does she regret the first punch that lands in this kids face, or the second.
She only regrets not doing it sooner. Her fathers arms go around her, pulling her away from the now humbled bully.
"Tori! TORI, JESUS CHRIST!" she hears her father yell as his arms go around her more. She struggles for all of a minute until she gets a look at her brother's face.
He's smiling through tears, holding the broken remains of his toy, and the look on his face is one of pure joy. Sometimes, having a big sister rocks.
Her brother, Jonah, has her attention, though. He's younger by a few years, an absolute shithead sometimes, and he has a new bully at school.
Jonah was always small for his age. Skinny. Short. Shy. Quiet. A target, if you asked Tori. Not that any of her nonsense towards him was mean spirited. Not entirely, except for when she asks him what it was like living in a big fish's stomach.
But this child confronting her brother now was nothing short of a jerk. He pushes Jonah around at school consistently and Jonah always got in trouble for it. How that happened, Tori'd never understand.
At present, Jonah was trying to run his motorized boat in the water. It was something he'd saved up for. Money from friends and relatives for birthdays and chores had gone into a jar with a picture on the front of it of that very RC boat and his father helped him put it together.
And now, the bully was far too interested in the boat and Tori, unblinking, was far too interested in the bully.
"Tori?" She doesn't hear her father. "What's wrong?" She simply points and her father turns to look. Her mother takes her guitar and puts it away, and that's about when all hell breaks loose.
Tori is not a violent child. She pulls her pranks and her nonsense, sure. But she'd never, ever start a fight.
Except this once. There's a shout from Jonah, a loud crash followed by several stomping, shattering sounds and Tori barely hears her father say something about 'calling that brat's parents' before she's on her feet.
The other child is her age, so she doesn't feel bad about tackling him to the ground. Nor does she regret the first punch that lands in this kids face, or the second.
She only regrets not doing it sooner. Her fathers arms go around her, pulling her away from the now humbled bully.
"Tori! TORI, JESUS CHRIST!" she hears her father yell as his arms go around her more. She struggles for all of a minute until she gets a look at her brother's face.
He's smiling through tears, holding the broken remains of his toy, and the look on his face is one of pure joy. Sometimes, having a big sister rocks.
