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Part 2

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Morocco what working in his garage on his Ford Mustang GT500 that he found lying around after walking home from the library because his father was too drunk to dive, but instead saw it fit to beat his wife and their sixteen year old daughter. Morocco was welding pieces of scrap metal together to form some kind of bumper on the front. It really looked more like a big metal plaster of the front of the car but it was hard deceptively hard. He lifted his welders mask over his head and glanced at the clock hanging on his wall next to the poster of Natasha Ramunav, his favorite model. He put his paws on his knees and pushed himself up.

"Better go wake that drunk fucker up" he mumbled to himself. He traced his scar that extended from above his eye down to his muzzle. He had received that scar the last time he had to wake his father. He grabbed his towel off of his sleeveless arm and wiped the sweet from his face, and threw it back on the floor and walked to the door, switched the light switch off, and locked the door behind him.

Morocco quickly ran from his detached garage to his little home, not because of the time, but because of the snow. He re-entered back in the same way he left out; threw his window. If his father caught him building anything, he swore he would make him regret it.

The teenage white rat climbed quietly back into his room and remove the board that propped the window open. He pulled of his shirt and pants to reveal an athletic build, despite the fact he never played sports. He opened his closet door to look for some decent clothes that didn't advertise the poverty he lived with. The young rat grabbed his long sleeved button up shirt and tan colored jeans. It wasn't much, but at least he could blend in. He slipped the clothes on and slid on his socks and opened his door. He popped his head out to look down his hallway.

~Thank god, The TV is still on but no lights~ he thought to himself.

He tiptoed down his hall to reduce the creaking noise. Morocco met his mother in the kitchen while she was preparing her husband's food. They spoke in their Russian tong.

*Good morning mother. How are things going with the goblins food?*

The older rat gave a sad smile and replied, *He's still your father, son.*

*Could have fooled me, When do you want me to wake him?*

*Let me finish the eggs first. Go wake your sister before you wake...* her words trailed off and she continued cooking. Morocco saw the sadness in his mother's eyes and thought to himself. ~I have to do something about this cancer our family has suffered from for ten years~ He glared at the fat white lump that lay slumbering on the recliner in front of the TV. Broken bottles were scattered throughout the living room.

Morocco brushed his brown hair back over his head until it fell back over his brow again. He tipped toed back down his hall way and into his younger sisters room, who was already awake, but not dressed. They both have seen each other's parts for so long that neither were embarrassed if either one of them had saw the other naked. In fact, Morocco was so used to his sister's body that he could look her in the face without looking at her D sized chest. She looked at her brother for a brief second, and back down to her bra on the floor. As she grabbed for it, she spoke in English but with her Russian accent slipping out slightly.

"Morning, Morocco. How is my big brother doing?" She walked to him and kissed him on the side of his cheek. He sat down on her bed and poked her in the stomach and smiled. "I just got the engine for the car to work again. Also I created a new bumper for it."

"Oh really!" She put a paw over her mouth to keep herself quiet. She sat next to him and turned her back to him asking him to strap her bra together. He clipped her bra together and continued talking.

"Yep, won't be long now. I just got to put the new rims on the tires find a new steering wheel. Alexandra, you and I will be the envy of the fuckin' road." His smiled widened, as for Alexandra, her smile withered. Morocco knew why she stopped smiling... that made him stop smiling.

"There's nothing papa can do to stop us. I've got Locks on the doors, security that won't let anything get close to it. It'll be fine-" She put a finger on his lips and then to his scar. He had to blink to keep her from poking his eye.

"Papa may be dumb, but he very curious. He could find out about your car, do something far worse. I know you won't get rid of it because of your pride, but please, could you find another place to keep it? For your sake." She said, a note of concern entering her voice.

Morocco grabbed his sister's paw with both of his and put their paws on the bed. He looked into Alexandra's eyes

"If it would make you feel better, than I promise, I'll move the car, after waking -him- up... get ready for the storm."

He walked for her door and she followed behind him until they reached her door. She kissed him one more time and he kissed her back on the cheek. She closed her door on his tail. He had to bite his lip to keep from screaming. Alexandra opened the door while she pushed his tail out, and re-closed the door saying 'Izvinite'.

Morocco made his way back to the kitchen. His mother had everything laid out on the table and was placing the plates full of breakfast in front of the corresponding chair. He looked up at the kitchen clock and it read 6:48. ~at least I don't have to see the aftermath of after I wake him. Hopefully he's still full of vodka~ He towered over his fathers' seemingly lifeless body, eyes full of hatred. ~One day, I WILL kill you~ the first thing Morocco did was slap his father's face with all his strength. That didn't work. He tried again but with a little less oomph. His mother looked up and to her son. She didn't do anything but turn her head as her daughter walked into the room.

Alexandra acted as if nothing was happening. She greeted her mother with a kiss and sat down on the far end of the table, far away from her father. Morocco slapped his father one more time before he thought he was dead. Then the body of the older white rat grunted and began to shudder. Morocco abandoned all happy thoughts of his father's demise. Morocco began to shaking his dad until one blood shot eye opened.

The fat rat began to roll over before the arm of the chair stopped his movement. He grabbed his muzzle and wiped invisible dirt off his face. He put his paw on his nose and blew the contents, onto his shirt. Morocco was the first to comment in about his fathers' rude behavior.

*I see your still drunk, father* Morocco looked at the older rat with naught but contempt eyes.

Morocco's dad just stared through him. Morocco walked to his plate and waited for the drunken rats' next move. Everybody looked at the oldest rat. He had stood up and scratched his ass and then his gut. He was dressed in a small, dirty white bidder and striped boxers. His tail was bent out of shape but he didn't seem to mind the pain. He looked at his family and glared at them.

*What is this? An intervention? All of you sit down and eat.* he slurred.

Alexandra and her mother instantly sat down. Morocco waited for his dad to sit down. His father looked at him with anger. *You dare defy me, you pitiful excuse for a son?*

*I'm just being polite father. I will let you sit down first.*

*I SAID for you three to sit first.* Morocco was reluctant to sit down, but complied. They all began to eat. There was a long silence, disturbed only by the grunting and chewing of the father. Morocco looked back at the clock. It read 7:20.

~Great, it's time for Alexandra and I to get the hell outta here. I wish I could do something for mama~

He glanced at his sister who was already done eating. She may have a nice body but she sure knows how to put food away, and fast. They met eyes and he made a gestured to his wrist indicating that it was time to go. They both sat up out of their chairs and put their plates in the sink.

The slob looked up and yelled. *Hey what do you think you two are doing?*

Alexandra replied. *Father, we are going to school now-* He raised a paw; it was a testament to his cruelty that silenced her immediately.

*Did I ask YOU to talk, you whore?* Alexandra shook her head.

Morocco answered his dads' question *Like Alexandra said, we are going too school.*

*Did you ASK to leave?*

*Since when do you care if we are here or not?*

The insolence of the son made the father stand up. He slammed his fist onto the table. That made the mother flinch and the sister step behind her brother. *What the hell did you just say?*

*I'll say it again, REAL SLOW so you can understand. I said, since when do you CARE if we are HERE or NOT?*

Morocco's dad grabbed his plate and threw it at his children. Morocco had quick reflexes for a welder. Since his sister was right behind him he couldn't just move out of the way. He turned around and wrapped his arms around his sister and let the plate hit him on his back. He let out a squeak of pain. His father sat back down and looked at his wife who was sobbing.

*Bitch, Don't cry. Now make me another plate of food.* She sat up in her chair and stood up walking past her kids. She had to fight back every maternal urge to hug and comfort her children. She pulled out another plate and began to fill it with more food. Her tears dripped off her muzzle and into the plate. She returned back to her seat with his plate and scooted it to her husband.

*Good food Sofiya. I will give you that much*

Morocco let go of his sister who wouldn't let him go. He looked into her face to see tears in her eyes and in his shirt. He spoke in English because he knew his father couldn't understand much English. "I'm fine sis, don't worry about me."

"I do not want him to hurt you again." She buried her face back into his chest sobbing more heavily. He pried her arms out from around him and grabbed her face gently wiping the tears off of her. Their father looked up and smirked.

*Why don't you fuck her?* He laughed. If his drinking buddies where there, they would have laughed their heads off. Morocco looked at his father with anger, hatred, and anything in-between. He spoke in Russian to his father.

*MAY. WE. GO. TO. SCHOOL?*

Their father thought about it for a second before nodding his head. *On one condition. You both come give your mother and I a hug and a kiss good bye.* Morocco looked at his sister and then back at his mother who was staring down in her plate, her sliver hair in her face. He looked at his father and nodded

*Fine.* "You fat bastard" He said. Morocco and Alexandra both went to their mother first. Alexandra hugged her mother first. She tried to make her hug last for a long time only to be interrupted by the drunken rats' grunts. She let go and Morocco hugged her next. He whispered in her ear saying that it will all be okay. He let her go and grabbed his sisters' arm and them her hand. They both looked at their dad, with his open arms and silly smile.

"Let me go first" Morocco walked slowly to his father and waited. His dad grabbed Morocco and yanked him towards him. The hug was brief but he could still smell the stench of alcohol on his breath. His dad pushed him to the side, almost making him fall over. After he did that he looked at his sister who stood wide eyed at her father, He knew why his dad wanted hugs from them both. He really wanted Alexandra.

He beckoned her to come closer. She took one step forward; Staring at her father with did belief. Tired of waiting, He stepped forward and grabbed her arm and she took a step back. He pulled her in and hugged her tight, squeezing her breast agents his chest. To make matter worse, he still wanted a kiss. He tried to push his lips agents hers but she turned her head to the side so he would only kiss her cheek. He tried again but she turned the other way. That made him angry. He turned her around, slammed her into the wall and grabbed a hand full of her silver hair pulling upwards. Alexandra face was in horror, as her father put a paw on her breast. He was tiring to rape her in front of her family. Tears welled in her eyes as he father tried for one more kiss. His last attempt to kiss his 16 year old daughter was thwarted by Morocco's fist. The larger rat fell to the floor as Morocco grabbed his sister and ran for the door. Their mother was gone but they didn't stop to ask questions.

Their father was already on his feet when he realized what happened. Morocco Grabbed for their jackets and his glasses and his brown Ushankas. They were headed out the door when the met T.J. walking onto their property.

"Oh hey Rocco and Alex," His smiled faltered "Where's the fire?"

T.J. was answered by a roar of anger from Morocco's father, who now had empty beer bottles in his arm and began chunking them at the teens. "Poluchit? yebutizmoihglaz, prezhdechemyapoluchusvoi? pistolet!"

Ducking from a beer bottle being thrown at him asked, "What the hell is his problem?"

"He said we should get the hell outta here before he gets his gun." Morocco said just before catching a bottle with his face. It didn't shatter on his face but it didn't feel well. Alexandra cried, as her brother crumpled to the ground. She cradled him while T.J. blocked the bottles from hitting them. He caught a bottle as it was thrown and chunked it back to Morocco's dad. The large rat moved back inside the house as the bottle hit the door shattering and falling to the ground behind him.

"Damn, that's twice today." He looked at his fallen friend and his sister.

The white rats conversed with each other in Russian so T.J. felt like the odd man out.

"Uh, Rocco, I think we better make like a tree and get the fuck outta here." The male rat looked at his paw witch was covered in blood. He looked up and nodded. "Let's go before he gets back" T.J. grabbed his friend and fireman carried him to out of the danger zone.

Less than half a mile out Morocco asked for T.J. to let him go. The Fox dropped him on his feet and they all continued walking to school in silence. It was T.J. who finally broke it.

"So...Good thing I came in when I did, eh?" No one spoke. T.J. tried another approach.

"So how long was this going on? I've known you've had that scar across your eye but you told me it was a welding accident. How did you really get it?"

Alexandra answered T.J., saving Morocco the trouble of telling about it. "On a night much worse than this, papa struck him with a sharp metal pole that he used in one of his school projects."

Morocco added. "T.J., If our friendship means ANYTHING to you, you'll keep this to yourself."

"Why? This has to be reported, man! Let the cops hear about this, toss that trash out."

"T.J., look at my sisters back. I want you to look." He asked Alexandra to turn around.

She did so, reluctantly. Morocco grabbed the bottom of her shirt to reveal scars. All over her back. He put her shirt back down and continued talking.

"He did that when we tried to tell the police. After they left, he beat the living shit outta her. She won't tell me but I think he raped her as well."

T.J. just stood there staring past them both. "Please, man. Keep this to yourself. I'll figure out a way to get revenge."

Tj suddenly extended his arm out and Morocco looked at his paw. "I'll bro promise."

"Bro promise."

They grabbed each other's paw, let go, pounded their fists together, and opened up their index finger and pinky finger, and pounded their fists together again. They both smiled, while Alexandra giggled. They all walked to The high school, laughing and joking, as if the whole ordeal hadn't happened.