"Mhm.." Scaramouche hummed as his wife kept talking about her family. Scaramouche didn't give a shit and just wanted for her to shut up but decided to stay quiet. He looked outside of the taxi's window, looking at every part of his childhood. He was back in his childhood town to see his parents..more specifically,his mommy. He never told anyone about what he did with her and the fact that he was inlove with her since birth. He silently hoped she still sees him as his son and not as a weirdo. The taxi stopped. How wife pulled him out of the taxi while Scaramouche payed. Always has to pay for that dumb whore.. Scaramouche glanced infront of him and there he saw his familiar house. He walked there,holding his wife's hand and knocked on the door. He had no idea if was working today or if his dad was working too. "Fuck..This takes way too much damn time." He groaned. His wife tried to hug him and luckily, Scaramouche let her.