After the story of Peri, I can not speak of Viola (which stands for violence).
Viola, unlike Peri, was not at all jealous of his brother, in fact, disgust with all my heart. I never understood the roots of hatred, but I seem to remember that the selections had to do Zecchino d'Oro. It seems that the little Viola, overcome with emotion, he watered the stage with a long pee, and that the brother had spilled all over the world and, in case anyone was not clear, had accompanied the report of a portrait sister with a microphone and yellow pond at your feet.
's revenge against Viola Cain began from that moment onwards.
Seven years cut off the stick of the costume of Zorro, the ten began to soak the album Player 85-86, with the just completed unavailable figurine Laudrup, twelve's emptied a packet of sugar in the tank Hello.
would probably break even forgetting the betrayal of sequins, but I have to say that her brother persisted in attitudes and annoying pests. A tough as she could not bear to be related with a streptococcus. So he decided to throw it out of the house, alive or dead.
To overcome the physical gap that separated them, Viola, who was three years younger than his brother, he specialized in martial arts. When the movie came out Kill Bill, her parents stayed with difficulty from flying to Japan to get a katana sword.
When I met her, Viola was all a bundle of muscles and nerves. My ex had instead put on a beautiful body from a snail farm.
Aware of his inferiority, was terrified by his sister and tried to ingratiate himself as best he could: gifts, flowers, congratulations. This did nothing but make it more slippery in the eyes of Viola and po'anche mine. To me that was his girlfriend did not give anything. Maybe even to get something I should print my sole right on the bag of curds that wore under her sweater.
However, if this was the consideration that was Viola's brother, imagine what could have me.
showed signs of aware of my presence a few times, and was never very pleasant. One of them less than others. While I and his brother were sitting on the couch watching a movie, Purple living room broke into foaming at the mouth.
"Piece of shit, you used to my new cordless"
"I? No, I swear! "
But that heart of a lion. I had seen him play around just for the sake of outwit his sister.
"Yes, and you've scratched tamarro with this ring from her finger!"
"But you see ... sba" The cordless
flew right into his mouth. At that point, the amoeba had a moment of rebellion.
"Ugly bitch I have a split lip!"
Here, kill us now.
I had just thrown behind the couch when I heard the first one "touch" dry, then a series of blows, groans and gasps. My ex
the bad one was taking Viola Karate Kid.
And who dared to levarglielo from below.
When I peeped out of my hiding place, he was in position on the ground-ball worm and she continued to kick like an old carpet. I felt sorry and tried to mediate a weak: "Okay, come on, now is as good as dead ..."
Viola looked at me as if he had just registered my presence and hissed
"Shut up tissue, this asshole beat him for a lifetime and not never dies. "
do not know if I was more struck by the repeated attempts to murder or the fact that I had called vellum. I mean, I guess you would not be a compliment, but I have not even on the tissue sciatic nerve. Probably for her the world was divided into combatants and female tissue. Embee, and then yes. I deserved the category.
There was a time when the picchiatrice subsided. And his name was Gaspar calming. For my ex was a golden age. His sister began to speak to him, always accompanied by "deficient", but that was something. Once he spotted a book lying on the table with a cup of coffee. He tried to get rid of the brown circle with water, bleach, talcum powder. But he made only worse, the moron, in fact. When you prepared now to make a will, his sister entered the kitchen, picked up the book, looked at the stain and sighed. Then he left without another word.
Someone lit a candle that day in San Gaspare.
now the relations between them were so relaxed that even Viola asked for help in buying a new laptop. He gasatissimo surf the Internet day and night to find the best opportunity. Finally jumped off the announcement of a new computer that the owner sold almost half the market price because the company that had just taken over daughters had provided free another.
"These are the opportunities to be seized"
"Are you sure you moron? I would have preferred it again. "
" But this is new, that you will pay only half price! I'm going to take it personally and turn over like a sock. Do not worry, your brother does things right. "
" On this I have a lot of doubts, you moron. However, these are the money. Go back and with your computer. "
We went together to pick up the PC in the house of the boy, who was very kind and helpful. So much that my ex thought it just nice to get there and do the fleas at that nice shiny laptop, effectively untouched. Among other
a chat, buyer and seller found to have a lot of things in common.
But in another part of the city, at that very moment, instead of two people discovering they have nothing in common: Gaspar and Viola. When
we went home with the jewel in the arm, Viola was so in the face.
"Come on you idiot, you turn this thing and raising the feet."
Brother Gaspar sensed that the effect had vanished and he began to shake with your fingers.
When the PC came on screen, revealing a clear blue as the sky, I heaved a sigh of relief.
But Violet did not bat an eyelid.
"Yes, yes, okay, but disappear now that I've got a headache bestial ... BUT THAT STUFF AND'!?!"
On the desktop, the night was falling. A black band was spreading more and more from top to bottom. When darkness was total, from one corner of the screen appeared a rat with a mask over his eyes, like a thief. The rodent looked at us for three long seconds, then made a very bad grin and disappeared in a flash of light left.
The PC was dead. And so do we.
Viola had spent five hundred euro to be mocked by a rat.
Before his brother could breathe, Viola left side with an elbow that had him tumbling from his chair. That temper, eh? Then he grabbed the body computer and off she threw it back. Finally took one of the wires coming out of the box and began to beat him only as a slave just dumped by her boyfriend can do.
Luckily the mother intervened to stop the carnage, otherwise I would be ... boh? A protovedova?
From that moment on, Viola was unreachable. I is not never went up to their house, but I could see the effects of his bad mood on my ex.
now my formula to greet him was no longer "okay?" but "one piece?". He
fingering his ribs and then answered.
If you feel sorry for this former emplare, think again.
Dozens of times I asked him why did not go home - because he had the opportunity and especially the age-rather than continuing to take it like a mule.
I mean some answers in order:
"Because I do not know me to eat"
"Because my house is Sky
" Why I do not know me his tie "
" Why the Dolby Surround system in my room cost me one thousand euro "
" Because at home I only know how to read the water meter "
And the last ..." Why now in service subscriptions Quattroruote I gave this address. "
Embee, then go Viola, hard beats.
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