Noe n Joe Part 3 (Interactive Story)

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Joe llego maldiciendo y azotando la puerta de su casa.

Dan que estaba en la cocina lo vio pasar furioso hacia la sala, mientras que el pequeño Marcos bajo corriendo las escaleras al escuchar el escándalo que hacia su padre al llegar.

Joe se sentó en la sala, farfullando cosas incomprensibles, mientras el pequeño Marcos se ponía justo frente a él.

Entonces Marcos se asustó, la cara de papa daba miedo, su ropa y manos estaban manchadas de sangre.

"Papi que te paso!?" pregunto Marcos apunto de ponerse a llorar.

Joe quien estaba furioso hizo un intento de sonrisa hacia su hijo mientras respondía, "Nada campeón, ¿porque preguntas?. 

La mueca que hizo Joe asusto aún más al pequeño, quien casi suelta el llanto.

"Hey Marcos, no molestes a papa, porque no vas y juegas con Saul, lo acabo de ver llegar con su abuelo" dijo Dan, su hermano mayor

"p-pero papa..." respondió Marcos mientras unas lágrimas comenzaron a escurrir por su cara.

"hey hey, tranquilo campeón, yo estoy bien, no pasa nada, anda hazle caso a tu hermano y ve a jugar con tu amiguito" dijo Joe con esa sonrisa oscura.

Marcos volteo a ver a Dan y camino despacio hacia la salida trasera, esto mientras él le sonreía.

Cuando Dan escucho la puerta cerrarse tras de Marcos, ¿Dan se apresuró a preguntar a su padre que había pasado?, donde había estado toda la noche?, ¿¡porque estaba lleno de sangre!?

Joe dio como respuesta un sonoro y furioso gruñido.

"Papa... que paso?", pregunto nuevamente Dan colocando una mano sobre el hombro de su padre, el cual miraba hacia otro lado.

"Donde esta Lot?" pregunto Joe con una voz fría y profunda.

"¿Salió, no sé a dónde fue, algo de la escuela, no sé, pero regresara más tarde, pero porque preguntas por el?" respondió Dan intrigado,

"NADA DE QUE REGRESARA AQUI!” grito Joe, “NO QUIERO AL HIJO DE ESE HIJO DE PUTA EN MI HOGAR UN DIA MAS, ¿¡ENTINEDES!?, le dijo esto mientras tomaba a Dan de su camisa para después volver a soltarlo.

Dan estaba asustado, su camisa estaba manchada de sangre, sentía la humedad en su piel, agacho su cabeza y solo asintió.

"AAAAAGH MALDICION!" grito Joe, al ver a su hijo asustado al lado de él, casi apunto de llorar de miedo.

"Dan, hijo, escucha lo siento, ayer..."

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Joe came cursing and slamming the door of his house.

Dan, who was in the kitchen, saw him pass furiously towards the living room, while little Marcos ran down the stairs upon hearing the scandal his father made when he arrived.

Joe sat in the living room, muttering incomprehensible things, while little Marcos stood right in front of him.

Then Marcos got scared, the daddy's face was scary, and his clothes and hands were stained with blood.

"Daddy what happened to you!?" asked Marcos about to start crying.

Joe who was furious attempted a smile towards his son as he replied, "Nothing champion, why do you ask?

The grimace that Joe made frightened the little boy even more, who almost burst into tears.

"Hey Marcos, don't bother dad, why don't you go and play with Saul, I just saw him arrive with his grandfather," said Dan, his older brother

"b-but dad ..." Marcos replied as tears began to trickle down his face.

"Hey hey, calm down champion, I'm fine, nothing's wrong, go listen to your brother and go play with your little friend," said Joe with that dark smile.

Marcos turned to see Dan and walked slowly towards the back exit, while he smiled at him.

When Dan heard the door close behind Marcos, Dan rushed to ask his father what he had been through. Where he had been all night? Because he was covered in blood!?

Joe gave a loud, furious growl in response.

"Dad... what happened?" Dan asked again placing a hand on his father's shoulder, who was looking away.

"Where is Lot?" Joe asked in a cold, deep voice.

"He went out, I don't know where he went, something from school, I don't know, but he'll be back later, but why do you ask about him?" replied Dan intrigued,

"NOTHING THAT WILL COME BACK HERE!" Joe yelled, “I DON'T WANT THAT MOTHERFUCKER'S SON IN MY HOME ANOTHER DAY, UNDERSTAND?” he told him this as he grabbed Dan by his shirt and then released him again.

Dan was scared, his shirt was stained with blood, and he felt the moisture on his skin, he lowered his head and just nodded.

"AAAAAGH DAMN!" Joe shouted, seeing his scared son next to him, almost about to cry with fear.

"Dan, son, listen I'm sorry, yesterday..."