Clothes All Over The Floor
Sun poked holes through darkened Silence. Silence mostly lived around the corner from Fate and somewhere in between Morality and Blasphemy. He was dark for all the reasons Silence should be, as if to keep himself sacred or safe from any sacrilegious tendencies Blasphemy formed.
They usually found themselves vying for attention as raindrops -- nice, corpulent ones with too much Hydrogen and not enough Oxygen. Oxygen usually felt sequestered between those two Hydrogen atoms, wishing they could take a day off from being a molecule of water.
Yet, as their protector awoke, all of them -- Silence, Morality, Blasphemy -- all realized there was something amiss.
Protector’s eyes opened to more rain. He groaned, stretched, and sat up in bed with sleepy little bags beneath his eyes. Two Hydrogen, one Oxygen, and a little bit of organic salt shook, but didn’t stir, within those bloodshot bags until his eyes began to water. These globules were not Rain’s friends, so Rain wondered, who the hell invited them? Protector, come see to us. We’ll pour harder for you and form mud puddles for your daughter to play in.
Protector ululated. He knew what was amiss. He recalled the argument, the broken dishes, the taxi waiting outside. Assailant had thrown the dishes at him, called the taxi, and dragged their five-year-old daughter from the house when she was half-asleep.
Somewhere in the night -- Protector didn’t know when because he was sleeping, Silence and Morality weren’t there, and Blasphemy wasn’t talking -- Taxi had come back with its driver, dropping off Assailant and her daughter only to pick them up later. However, when they were there, they had thrown clothes everywhere, taken the dog that slept at the foot of the bed, and escaped to Assailant’s parents’ house.
Protector knew she also took his house key and his credit card.
Assailant wasn’t good for their little girl, and Protector had to do what he did best.