~Red~ A venom fanfic

~chapter one~

⚠️TW⚠️ ABUSE and MURDER

San francisco,California 1992

How should a family look? Was it normal for the adults to scream and hit you constantly? Was that how other families showed love? I wish I could say that my childhood was easy and full of light and wonder, just like any childs' ought to be. But I'd be lying.

Since the day I was born, all I have ever known was the dark, all I've ever heard was the screams, all I've ever seen was red.

Red in the marks that they would leave on my brother and I's pale skin. The Red of my messy long unkempt hair,that would constantly be pulled by my father as he would use it to drag me to the ground to beat me. The red of my brother's first murder.

I remember that day  all too clearly. I was 8 years old at the time and my brother was 14 when he decided that my wheelchair bound Grandmother would never live to raise her hand to me again.

I remember the smack to my face, the sting, the sound and most of all the look on my brother's face. These things permanently edged into my brain.

My brother's eyes had always been a bright blue, even through all the pain and abuse we had been through. They had always seemed to carry a certain wonder to them. But in watching his face that day, those eyes darkened. All wonder and last bit of innocence was forever gone.

"Wipe that look off your face boy." I remember hearing her threaten him as he looked at her with a look that I did not understand the intent behind. He stalked towards her, there was a heavy , deadly feeling in the air now.

His look didn't change as he gave her a laugh, it was unlike anything I have heard before. It was maniacal, bloodthirsty, and tired. He grabbed the back of the wheelchair and pushed it without a second of hesitation.

"Bye bye Granny!" He said through fits of maniacal laughter as her screams filled the air. The sound of her screams mixed with the sounds of the metal of the chair and her bones breaking as she hit every step down the stairs. Then just as quick as it had begun, it had ended. It was quiet.

He turned and looked at me, his angry murderous features softened. I walked up to him, I wasn't afraid of him hurting me. I was afraid of what my father would do when came home and found out what he had done.

"They will never hurt you again Kirah." He said softly as he brought me into a hug. My body shaking slightly with fear and adrenaline. "There is one more thing I need to take care of, then we will get out of here." He said while looking over to where mother and father's room was then back to me.

"Dad is going to be home any minute, he's going to kill you once he sees what you have done!Let's just go now, Cletus! Plese!"  I sob slightly and he gives a soft smile.

"I will be right back, this won't take long. Then we will leave, I promise." He says before leaving my side and walking to our parents room.

Everything was silent for a moment as I stood there alone. But that silence didn't last long as blood curdling screams sounded from the room. These screams were mixed with Cletus's laughter. Soon everything was quiet again and my brother returned to my side.

"Let's get out of here hm?" Cletus said with a soft smile and I nodded as he led me down the stairs past our Grandmother's dead body.

At that moment, I knew I was safe. Nothing would ever harm him or I again and now it would just be him and I against the world. Just like always. Or so I thought.

The front door opened as we made our way into the living room. In walked our father, his eyes immediately landing on the corpse of our grandmother. His face became furious and murderous as he looked over to Cletus and I. Cletus shoved me behind him, to protect me from our father's anger.