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Stain Glass

Stain Glass
Hayden Hart
Chapter 1: Genesis
“Morning”
Blinding light fell through the dirty panes of Willis Relic’s windows and rested upon the white carpeted floor. Mid-morning sitcoms blared throughout the large, spacious room. His ideal morning.
“Willis!”
The sound of his mother’s voice pierced the warm stillness of his environment and impeded the slow awakening thought process.
“My god woman, it’s morning don’t yell like that.”
“It’s eleven, now get dressed.”
Willis sat up on the edge of his bed rubbing his tired, dark green eyes.
“Staying up ‘till four thirty has backlash.”
He stood up, body aching from lack of sleep, and walked into his bathroom to wash his drool coated face. The cool water had a tingling sensation as it rolled down his cheeks and dripped into the white marble sink. Willis then shifted his focus from the sink to the mirror, his lazy eyes began to turn to a cold, hateful stare; but, before he became completely lost in his own mind, his mother, Rebecca called him for mid-day breakfast. So he left the bathroom, wet rag unattended, and simply placed whatever he was thinking of at the back of his mind.
As he plodded down the stairs to the dining room, the scent of a hot pocket wafting throughout the house all but forced him to leave the comfort of television and sit at the table.
He sat, eating in uncomfortable silence while staring at a wedding invitation on the table, noting the address which rested at the bottom of the front page, surrounded in gold embroidery.
“Willis!” Rebecca interrupted
“Dressed now, at the car in fifteen minutes.”
“Alright, Mom”
Willis lumbered into the living room, the hard wood cold against his bare feet. On the couch rested flawlessly laid out clothes, neither a stain nor wrinkle upon them, he turned on the TV and began to dress.
When finished, he stumbles into the bathroom, turned his smart phone onto the Halo CE soundtrack, and washed his face.
As he washed, Thoughts of what would occur today began to fill Willis’ head: The wedding.
His friend Vincent’s parents have been divorced for five years and his father is getting remarried today; however, it’s not that simple. Vincent’s first mother is, in a word, crazy, and there is no way in hell that she would ever let well-enough alone, live her own life, and allow her ex to be happy. She will fight for his misery.
For Willis, this psychologically strategic, dramatic, mental warfare was a paradise. Manic strategist vs sociopath, that’s the battle of the mind he craves but can never attain this, is his chance.

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