Breaking Point: Marslin 2, Part 2, Summer, Round 6

Ralph Marslin is 42, Cameron, Anna, and Lyssa Marslin are 12.

SPOILER ALERT:  This one was very sad, yet satisfying for me.

Ralph walks in, door slamming, face contorted, with the smell of alcohol around him.

Lyssa wakes up, rubbing her eyes, the brightness burning.

Anna wakes up almost at the same time, in the same way.  They’re so much like twins sometimes.

He goes over to the computer, and starts madly typing something.  In the bathroom, Cameron can hear him, and he is worried.

“Dad, what’s wrong?”  Anna asks.  He sneers.

“Why would you think something is wrong?”  He asks, his voice heavy, words slurred, tongue weighed down by alcohol.

He lunges at her, making her flinch.  When she does this, he laughs.

“What’s wrong?  Scared of your father?”  He moves towards her again, but before he has any time to do anything, Cameron speaks.

“Dad!  Stop!”

“Dad!  Leave her alone!”

“And what do you propose to do to stop me?”

Cameron doesn’t know what Ralph’s going to do to his sisters, and he doesn’t know why he wants to do anything to his sisters, but he does know that he’s not going to let anything happen to them.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do, but I promise, it’ll stop you.”

“Really?  You’re not scared?”  He’s laughing now, an odd, scary laugh, one that scares Cameron.

Lyssa, tenderhearted little Lyssa, can’t take it.  She goes running out of the room, covering her face in her hands.  Anna just stands there, petrified.  Not knowing what to do.

Cameron shoves his father back.  Hard.  Ralph is a little surprised.  But he’s still laughing.

“Back.  Off.”  Cameron says through gritted teeth.

Ralph rushes towards him, backhanding him suddenly.  Cameron sees stars for a moment.

Sweet little Lyssa, she can’t take it anymore.  She rushes towards Ralph, dragging his hand away from Cameron.

“Leave him alone!  Leave him alone!”  She’s crying now, tears streaming down her face.

Ralph backhands her too, the smile gone from his face now.  All he can see are her eyes.  They’re brown, like Maya’s.  He hates Maya.  And when he looks at Lyssa’s face, all he can see… is Maya.

She slumps back away from him, everything hurting.  He laughs, although it’s more of a harsh bark.

Anna pulls him off Lyssa, and Cameron rushes forward.  Ralph shoves him, but Cameron stands his ground.

Anna rushes to the bathroom, tears streaming down her cheeks.  She can’t take it.  God, what is happening?

This time, Cameron gets Ralph.  He’s stronger than Ralph thought, and the punch hurts like fire.

Lyssa grabs the phone, and dials 9-1-1.

“Hello, 9-1-1 Emergency.  How may we direct your call?”  The calm voice answers.

“H-hello.  My name is- my name is-  Lyssa M-marslin.  My father- he’s hurting us… and my brother.  Please come.  Quickly.”  To the operator, she sounds like a scared little child, but that’s what she is.  The address is exchanged.

“Ma’am, please, don’t hang up.  Help is on the way.’

Ralph hears the call, and he takes off running.  He doesn’t look back.

Cameron finds Lyssa out on the porch, holding herself, shivering.  She’s not cold, it’s the middle of summer.  She’s scared.

“Cameron, make it stop.  Make it stop.”  She whispers.  He hugs her, holding her tight.

“It’s okay.  Come inside.”  He manages to pull her shivering form into the house.

Anna is sitting on the floor, holding her knees into herself.  When she sees Cameron come inside, she looks at him, a blank look in her eyes.

“Cam… I saw it… I knew what he was doing… but I couldn’t stop it.  I couldn’t do anything.  I couldn’t stop it…”  Her voice trails off again, and she just sits there, holding herself.

Cameron grabs a chair next to where she is, holding his head in his hand.

“It’s okay.  He’s gone.  We’re safe.  I stopped him.  He didn’t hurt you.”  He repeats it to himself, his mantra.  Maybe if he hears himself say it, he’ll believe it.

Lyssa buries her head in her arms.  Maybe if she closes her eyes, it’ll all go away.  She’ll wake up, and it will all have been a dream.  She’ll go back to that day, two or three years ago.  And it will have never happened.

“Make it stop.  Make it stop.  Please, make it stop.”  She whispers.

They can hear the siren now.  But it doesn’t register.

The officer starts running the moment she gets out of the car.  Domestic abuse… it isn’t something to be worked on slowly.

She manages to get all of the kids into a room.  Their faces, their expressions… they’re so blank, so glassy.  It scares her.  The most receptive one is the boy.  He speaks to her.  Softly, but he speaks.

“Kid… what happened?  I need you to tell me.”

He looks at her, his blue eyes so much sadder, so much older, than a child his age’s eyes should be.

“It was my dad…”  He starts.


  • Sorry that this one was so dark…. but, I think it was time to confront the Ralph Marslin issue.
  • I kind of hate Ralph now… don’t you?
  • The children are (obviously) going to go back to their mother, and Ralph is (obviously) going to be sent to jail.
  • Also, I just wanted to mention:  The issue of domestic abuse is a real one, and it happens every day much more than it should.  Hopefully this will raise awareness a little, but just remember, stuff like this really does happen.
  • Thanks for reading!  A much more light-hearted Uni post tomorrow/day after 🙂

6 Responses so far »

  1. 1

    Jennifer said,

    Yes I do hate Ralph! Those kids will feel the effects of this night for their whole life…….but I’m glad it wasn’t any worse than it was……he needs to be locked up!

  2. 3

    Carla said,

    I’ve hated Ralph for a long time! I’m glad the kids will be with their mother now. Hopefully, it will be a very, very long time before Ralph gets out of prison.

  3. 5

    antsims3 said,

    love the realistic aspect to this chapter!

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