Human harvester

Chapter 2- Eruption of wrath

The family sat down. Grandpa Jordan bought out a jigsaw puzzle from the dusty cupboard. "Where's that?" Joseph pointed out to the place on the box.

 "Oh, my dear grandson, this is Spain! Love the place, me and my parents went to Spain when I was younger and they bought this for me! It inspired me to learn the language and I eventually became fluent!" 

Ronald walked in. "What's this? Eh-eh-eh? Answer me when I speak to you. Did I approve of this bloody jigsaw?"

 "I-I-I thought it would be a fun evening activity to do it as a f-f-family. It will teach about the family's past. Is that ok?" stuttered Grandpa Jordan, tears trickling in his eyes.

 "I did not approve!" 

"I'm sorry ok."

 "No, you know the rules. You disobeyed!" Ronald threw the jigsaw puzzle in the fireplace.

 "No," Grandpa Jordan bawled. "My parents, that was my last remaining memory of them! Why?" "You know why." 

"How dare you, how dare you treat me like that! I'm getting tired of oppression."

 "I'm getting tired of incompetent humans who can't follow simple instructions."

 "This is why you were always my least favourite son." 

"Get to bed!"

Ronald threw a slipper at his Dad as the poor, old man roared in agony.

 "This is a lesson for the rest of you, you dirty maggots!"

 "Aren't you going a bit too far?" hinted Jessica, timidly. 

"Shut up! That's it, all go to bed! You incompetent, rancid fools!" He thud down on the couch and turned on the television. "If I hear a single, bloody noise, that person is getting knocked out!" 

Everyone marched upstairs like an ant colony. Depressingly, they did their essentials like brushing their teeth, getting their pyjamas on, etc. Grandpa Jordan sat in his dark, shaded room, bawling his eyes out. "Shut up Dad!" Ronald shrieked from upstairs. The family went into their rooms, except Syke. 

He creeped into Grandpa Jordan's bedroom and slowly whispered.  "Are you ok?" 

"No, I don't know why he acts like this. Rumours around the house say that I wasn't harsh enough on you and the rest when you were wee and he doesn't want that mistake being repeated, but this is too far!" 

"I know right, no wonder why Tyson has a dartboard of him. Using it at one point definitely!" Tyson listened from his bedroom, knowing at one point, he's taking action.