Birth to Chaos

Episode 3-vengeance

(Tremond's room)
  It was 8:37 pm. All lights in the room were off, except for the TV reflection.  Tremond lay facing it as he watched the performance of one of his favorite songs (dreams by the Pied Pipers).

Rain began to drizzle when he tiredly stood up to close the window, and slowly it poured heavily. He sat on his bed for a while, doing nothing, lost in thoughts. He raised his hands to see his bruised wrist. In a flash of anger, he reacted, "Tch!".

#Flashback- when he returned home with his mum, after they left the station earlier.

They just arrived home and parked in front of the house.

"Go inside and wait for me in the living room," Sarah said as she rested her head on the staring wheels. The weather was cloudy. He did as his mother instructed, and he saw his little sister lying on the floor and writing in a small notebook. Her name was Tessa Star Deaton.

With a smile, she says to her brother, as the door closes, "Welcome".

He left his bag on a hanger and approached her, smiling and asking, "What are you writing about today?"

She replied, "I'm writing a story," and paused when the door opened. As they turned to look, Sarah entered and asked Tessa to go to her room.

She knew something was wrong the moment Sarah asked her to leave, and immediately, she walked away in fear without questioning. Sarah suddenly retrieved a ruler from a drawer where she had left it and approached Tremond.

"Hand," she said, extending hers with a cold, unyielding demand for his.

Following instructions, he carefully rolled up his sleeves and extended his hands. Without hesitation she struck his wrist with the ruler. 15 minutes passed before she ceased. Blood coated the ruler, his hand was wounded and the rug had dark stains.

"Return it clean to me", Sarah instructed, handing Tremond the ruler before leaving in anger. He stayed silent, his eyes cold as he watched her walk away.

#CONTINUATION - TREMOND'S ROOM
   
He pulled out a band aid from his bed drawer and wrapped it around his arm before retiring to bed.

The next day was Saturday, 8:23am. He came out to the living room, well dressed, to find his mum and sister already eating breakfast.

"Good morning", he greeted coldly as he walked past them, approaching the exit door. He had his scooter and his backpack.

"Where are you going?" In a cold manner, Sarah asked curiously.

"To get new items", he responded coldly as he turned to look at her.

Shaking her head in disappointment, she told him to sit down as she set his breakfast in front of him.

"Do you know, you're not allowed to leave the house", She said, as she tries to clean up the place with a rag.

Tremond didn't respond. She turned to look and saw him just staring at his food and not eating.

In that moment, she abandoned cleaning, gently pulled out a chair and sat facing him. "Do you hate me?" she asked calmly.

"No I don't", he replied with a cold stare after a while. She smiled gently and was about to say something, when he interrupted, "On the other hand, I don't like you either".

"I'm unsure of my feelings towards you,  Mother. The one thing you truly seem to relish is hurting me and Tessa, forcing us endlessly. I don't care what you do to me or how you treat me. But when you hurt Tessa, it makes me want to be rid of you, though I can't. Stop taking your anger out on her," he said, before she stood up, and slapped him so hard he fell from his chair. Tessa, frightened, began crying as you watched the chaos unfold, while Sarah's rage intensified.