Post by MALACHI JOSEPH KENDAL on Jun 24, 2012 19:31:51 GMT
malachi joseph kendal
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malachi • sixteen • johnny depp • junior • sassy[/center]
jonathan peeked into the room his wife was currently sleeping in. good, she wasn't awake; he didn't have to endure her hurt eyes and disappointed tone, not yet. he had tried his best to get back here before the baby was born, he honestly did. the plane couldn't fly fast enough and he couldn't get all those damn papers in place quickly enough. that was what happened when you were on base, though. you missed things at home. jon took a seat in the corner of the room and studied bea's calm, sleeping face, not even realizing a nurse had walked in, wheeling in a bundled baby.
"sir?" she asked softly, as to not wake bea. he started, looking over at the young nurse, and then his eyes fell on the infant. his eyes were wide open, studying everything in the room, and his arms were flailing. jon got to his feet again and walked over, his eyes never leaving the baby's. the nurse smiled and left the room, to leave jon to discover his newborn son. he gently picked up the bundle, and he squirmed in his father's arms, beginning to cry.
"his name's malachi," bea whispered behind jon, who whirled around to face her. malachi didn't seem to like that spinning much. bea smiled sadly. "i get to name him, since you weren't here holding my hand." jon looked at the ground, and then looked bea in the eyes.
"i'm sorry, okay? it takes a long time to sign out of base - and - i did my best, bea!" jon was frustrated with her, himself, everyone. the baby had decided to come a week early, a week before jon came home in the first place. it was his fault.
"give me the baby, jon." bea said softly. she never got angry with him, and he was grateful. jon knew he had a temper, and the patience of a fly. he walked over and handed her the baby boy, who was making his opinion known to his parents. he was hungry. bea, jon knew, had already forgiven him for being late, but she wouldn't forget, and he wasn't sure he'd ever forgive himself for missing his firstborn's birth. right now, he could only observe as bea nourished their son, as she had been doing the nine months she had carried him. he knew the next few months would be hopelessly busy, turned upside down by this 8 pound, 9 ounce baby boy - and jon was looking forward to it.
doctor visit, april 1997
"mr. and mrs. kendal, may i speak with you outside? one of our nurses will entertain malachi." the doctor motioned for jon and bea to come outside and he hurried them into another room. he didn't want a private patient conference overheard in the hallway. things seemed to travel fast in this town, for whatever reason - maybe it was that desk clerk. she was a bit of a gossip.
bea looked alarmed, and jon had a stone face, probably trying to look brave for bea.
"mrs. kendal, there's nothing to be afraid of - malachi is developing finely, physically." the doctor began.
"mentally, he's not?" jon demanded, losing his patience, as usual. he really should have expected that from jon.
"now jon - that's not what i said. malachi is developing wonderfully. in fact, he reminds me more of a four year old than a two year old in the way he acts. He can string together sentences without much of a problem - and his thinking process..." bea had the proudest smile on her face at this.
"malachi likes to read," she said simply, as if that explained everything. it didn't, to the doctor; many two year olds read with their parents, and yet they weren't as smart as malachi kendal seemed.
"i suggest you should take him to a psychologist - kids as smart as he is sometimes fall off the path. i know you two are great parents to malachi, but sometimes children of his intelligence - "
"thank you doctor, for your concern." jon interrupted. "but we can keep malachi from "falling off the path" - " jon said this a bit scornfully - " and we don't need a psychologist to help us." he turned and left to go get his son, leaving bea behind.
"don't blame him for anything, doctor," she said politely. "jon can sometimes get a bit worked up about malachi, since he's not as rambunctious as jon hoped, i think." she paused, and smiled. "i'll be taking him to wherever you suggest - whatever's best for malachi."
anonymous source on the kendals; 2004
"i have nothing against that family! beatrice is the sweetest thing - she's the librarian, in case you didn't know. her voice is so quiet and gentle, as she is. she's such a slender person, i'm sure some of us are jealous of the woman. though, she did only have one child - so she had time to lose the pregnancy pounds before any other babies came along!
jonathan can be a bit... gruff, and impatient, but he's a hard working man and i respect his service to our country in the army. he isn't that bad looking, either. all that training gave him some great muscle! right now, he's a construction worker - after he got done with his service. some of us have seen his angry side, but jon in all is a respectable man.
their son... malachi, is it? he's always with his mother, at the library, reading something that's way beyond his age. one day, i walked in, and i swear to the lord he was reading the dictionary! when i checked out the cookbook i had wanted, i asked bea about it - she told me what malachi had told her about his odd desicion in books. "i don't want to read what writers wrote, but the tools they used to write with, mom." he's such a... quirky little boy! never plays with the neighborhood boys, and his head is always stuck in a book or on the computer. he's a skinny little thing like his mother is. but, he's probably going to grow up and out in his teenage years.
oh, is that all! of course! you're welcome!"
conversation between jon, bea, and malachi; october 2011
"malachi, are you taking a girl to the dance this year?" jonathan asked tentatively. his son had not yet shown a real interest in girls, even though he had shot up in height this year and was starting to build muscle. he was rivaling his own father right now, even though he was yet fifteen. malachi was quiet for a moment before answering.
"no, i don't think so, dad." he said without much emotion. it sounded as though he didn't care at all, and the truth was, malachi really didn't. he wasn't interested in the girls or even the boys. none of them understood him and honestly, he didn't understand them, either. he felt like a much older person trapped in the body of a fifteen year old. beatrice looked up from reading and studied the interaction between her two favorite boys, and smiled slightly.
"why?" jon asked bluntly. he wanted to know. he wanted his son to be a bit more... involved. malachi looked at the floor instead of the TV for a moment, and then answered.
"dad, why does the matter concern you so much? i'm a sophomore, i have two more years to inquire a girl for her presence with me at a dance." jon set his jaw. his son always used large words and complicated sentences when he didn't want to talk, and jon hated it, because malachi was so much smarter than he was.
"are you gay?" jon questioned. he didn't mind too much if malachi was; he just needed to know. malachi finally looked his father in the eyes in astonishment at jon's bluntness.
"no, dad, no." malachi finally managed to say. then he got up and escaped more questions, heading up the stairs to his room.
"well played, jon." bea talked, finally, and she was smirking slightly. jon rolled his eyes at her, but he was smiling.
"bea, get back to your book." he got up from his seat on the couch as well and kissed his wife on the forehead, before heading out to the garage to work on his car.
december 18, 2011; at the school
"hey! yo, kendal!" yelled gregor down the main hallway at malachi's retreating form. malachi ignored him. he didn't want to get involved with the prat on the last day of school before christmas break. unfortunately, gregor thought differently.
malachi felt a large hand on his shoulder that spun him around against his will. malachi's backpack flew off his shoulder and hit a nearby locker. neither of the boys heard it. gregor stared malachi in the eyes.
"kendal, you listen when i talk, get it?" he said quietly, but threateningly; malachi fought to keep the fear from surfacing. he set his jaw not unlike his father always did.
"thank you gregor, i will be sure to put this advice into effect in the near future." malachi loved the look of confusion on gregor's face, but his moment was cut short when gregor angrily swung his fist and it connected with malachi's left eye. immediately, malachi used his hand to cover the area and he hunched over a bit from the pain. gregor, being his twisted self, laughed. this was what happened when malachi's mother couldn't pick him up until 4 and he had to wait an hour; the school cleared out, even the teachers, and malachi was left to some bully's devices. even though malachi wasn't skinny and had a fairly good height, he refused to fight back; it was childish and he prided himself on his ability to hold himself back.
but right now, malachi was seriously debating whether or not to throw a punch right at this creep's stomach, and watch him double over.
before malachi could get a hit in, gregor had gotten one right where malachi had been thinking; the stomach. malachi gasped, having had all the air knocked out of him. gregor pushed him over so malachi fell to the ground, at complete mercy of him. malachi wasn't even sure where gregor was hitting anymore; everything hurt and he tasted blood in his mouth.
after a while, it was over, and malachi attempted to stand, only to fall again. he decided to just not move and he willingly fell into unconsciousness, figuring someone would find him sooner or later.
-4:30-
beatrice kendal wondered where malachi had gone to, since she swore she told him four. it was the last day before school let out before break, and any kid she knew would be scrambling to get home or to wherever they were going. finally, she got out of her car and walked into the school, calling his name. she turned the corner and gasped.
"malachi!" she whispered in shock, running up to the crumpled form on the ground. she pulled out her phone, and called 911, thanking God he was still breathing. There wasn't a puddle of blood, but he was indeed bleeding. who had done this to her son?
bea felt a tear escape her eye, and she didn't bother wiping it away. next, she called jon, explaining what she'd found; she knew he'd be raging, but he needed to know. and, she needed somebody with her right now. bea took a ragged breath and started to brush malachi's hair out of his face.
may 1, 2012; beechshire, the kendals' new house
"malachi, stop sulking." jon told his son in the backseat. his arms were crossed and he was looking out the window, seeming a bit... brooding. he knew the circumstances for their move were something to be angry about, but the son he knew never stayed that way long. malachi made no attempt at a response.
after a while, they pulled into the driveway of their new house. after malachi had almost died from a beating months ago, bea had convinced her husband that they needed to move for him. so, they put their house on the market; unsurprisingly, it went quickly, and the kendals wasted no time in buying one in beechshire, california, a far cry from their hometown in idaho. but this was where jon was able to get a job, so this was where they began to put down roots. bea had yet to find one, but she would; she had a college degree.
bea had been homeschooling malachi after the incident, but she had needed to get away from all the mothers who said she was doing this the wrong way, that she needed to immerse malachi in the school system again to get him to get over it. here she would make new friends; and here, hopefully, malachi would too. but with his new social habits, neither bea nor jon were too sure about their only child.
malachi got out of the car and began helping his parents unload everything into the house, never uttering anything but the occasional 'thanks' or 'excuse me'. bea is still worried about her son, and hopes he goes back to his smart, talkative self, even if it means he's sarcastic to her sometimes. that was better than the seemingly lifeless shell malachi now was.
conversation between bea and malachi shortly after the move
"no! mom, i don't want to go to that school. what makes you think it's going to be any different from the other one?" malachi had moved from being antisocial to lashing out all the time. bea just never understood what went on in that boy's mind. nobody did.
"malachi, my job won't let me homeschool you. you need to go to school, not sit around all day in your pajamas." she knew she was being harsh, but malachi needed a firm hand right now, not gentleness. "you're going there in september, and that's final; you are not yet eighteen, and your father and i will personally drive you there and home everyday if need be." malachi clenched his fists and stomped up the stairs, leaving bea to fix dinner by herself.
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alias: emmy
age: i'm immortal, forever stuck at the age of 15
random fact: malachi is a 38 year old man on another site. xD ohwait, that's about him. ME. uhm. i have an unhealthy obsession with ed sheeran.
other characters: dallas lancelot freeman. ;D
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