Power up

Home sweet hell

We landed in the familiar backyard of my family home. To think the last time I was here, I was weak and defenseless. Now look at me, the most powerful being on earth.

What a climax. *Trust me something tells me she ain't done just yet.*

As soon as we landed, I was crushed into the most powerful hug I've ever been in. Nice to see my mom using her full strength.

"My baby was flying!!! Where have the time went. You look like an adult. My baby isn't a baby anymore. You're taller than me now and look at your hair and your eyes. My baby."

My mother gushed and went through several stages of hormones within seconds. I didn't know to be extremely happy or extremely scared.

"Hey mom, it's only been 3 years. I'm still your sweet, innocent baby."

I attempted to reassure her, which would have worked if it wasn't for my grandfather dying of laughter in the background once I said innocent.

My mom glanced at him in question.

"Oh yeah, he's real sweet, sweet enough for the innocent girls to sleep with him. That's probably how far his innocents reach." My grandfather choked out while laughing.

I just stared at him wide eyed and my face was redder than a damn tomato.

My mom slowly turned her head in my direction and for a second, I thought my life was over.

"YOU LET MY BABY BECOME A MANWHORE!!!!" My mother screeched at my grandfather.

"The kids 18, what did you want me to do? Put a chastity belt on him. He's strong enough to break that off with his bare hands." My grandfather tried to defend his self as best as possible.

The two bickered up until I heard a deep voice clear it's throat, cutting my grandfather and my mother off from their pointless argument.

"Nice to see you back son." My father tried to welcome me, but was met with a look of distaste.

"Does anyone hear anything, cause all I hear is deadbeat."

I glared at with venom in my eyes.

"Watch your tone, I'm still your father no matter how much you claim to hate me." He spat back with just as much anger.

This man not once called to check on me at all. My mom was the only contact I had to this world. Sounds like a deadbeat to me.

"When you start acting like it, then maybe I'll acknowledge you as my father."

Suddenly, I felt a painful pounding in my head. Almost like a kid was banging on the world loudest drum.

"Remember who is more in control of their powers." My father barked at me as he continued the mind torture he was doing in my brain.

"Honey stop!" My mother ran to him and tried to break his concentration so the torture could end.

He stopped and stared at me In triumph as I started panting to try and get my breathing together from that pain.

My body started shaking in anger. My glow started coming back. The feeling of nostalgia ran through me. That same night I almost killed my grandfather.

I was trying to calm down but the anger inside me said otherwise.

"Dad, what's wrong with him? Why is he glowing and shaking like that?" My mother's worried voice rung through the intense moment.