Turtle Side Note: I have no idea what this is. It's completely different from how I usually write. Tell me what you think. =w=

"Y-you sON OF A--!!!"

BAM

The door was slammed roughly in front of Frisk's face. The human growled under his breath as he felt every muscle in his body twitching in frustration at the skeleton behind the door. Frisk's eyes narrowed, his breath hissing out as a low snarl as he lifted his fist, pounding it against the now locked wooden door. "Oh? OH! I see! Slamming the door in my face like a fucking child!"

There was no response.

"The silent treatment? Real FUCKING mature, asshole." The human rolled his eyes, his whole being entirely pissed at the small skeleton.

Really?

Sleeping with a bartender?

God, lowlife's need to understand to be grateful for what they got and not go cheating on them with some hot alcohol dispenser.

Frisk felt rage boil over his sides as he roughly grabbed the locked doorknob, shaking it with all his might, "How about you come out and talk to me like a man, fucking slut."

"at least he cares about me!"

Frisk froze, not expecting a broken voice to sudden scream at him through the thick wood of the bedroom door. However, the human's shock did not last, as anger quickly overcame it, "BECAUSE I DON'T?!"

"you threw me into a wall because i didn't come home on time!" His voice seemed to give out at the end of his cry.

It sounded like he was fighting back tears. Good thing too, he deserved to be crying for the bullshit he just pulled. Frisk felt his brows narrow in frustration, "How the hell do you even remember that, you were drunk!"

"no, i wasn't." His voice sounded muffled, as if he was talking into a pillow to avoid any emotion to be heard.

"I smelled the alcohol on your breath, fucker!" Frisk stared down the door. If his determination was any stronger, his intense eyes would have burnt holes through the oak separating him from his cheater of a partner.

"i had one drink." He sounded defensive.

"Sure you did, you pathetic lying bitch!" The abuser shouted back, slamming the door with his fist to emphasize his overflowing anger.

The one who had committed infidelity remained silent.

The silence engulfed them.

The ticking of the grandfather clock being the only noise left.

Abuse, the crime of cruelty and violence on a regular basis, accusing the infidelity of another to be the greater sin.

Infidelity, the crime of being unfaithful to a partner, accusing the abuser of being at fault of the greater sin.

Neither is right.

Both are wrong.

Silence isn't the answer.

But it's their conclusion.

Neither can win, but they both refuse to lose.

Before long, nothing will be left but a corpse, and the twinkle of dust.

Only then, will their crimes be forgiven and left to be forgotten.

But, the clock will keep ticking its constant beat.

The beat their hearts once followed.

The beat that led to their evils.

Two evils were created.

No right was made.

It's a sad existence, but one many of us are left trapped in.

Two evils will never make a right, but the humanity in all of us will never learn from its mistakes.