Engulfing Capsaicin

Divorced

"Divorce papers?" Klein muttered to himself, a hint of confusion in his voice.

Klein felt a throbbing pain in his temple, closing his eyes from the unbearable pain. The pain steadily decreases as he opens his eyes, he scours the paper, and then he smiles instantly forgetting about the throbbing in his temple. However, that smile vanished in an instant when he understood his predicament, under the petitioner was the name of the person that made him stop caring about his superstition. He had always been explorative and imaginative, but it just stopped there. May it be coincidence or just bad luck, everything he wished to achieve their will be always a force crashing his heart over and over again.

Klein's attention snapped to the sounds outside his house. The distant purr of an approaching car gradually grew louder, signaling its arrival.

"A Car?" Klein's curiosity guided him, every step he makes comes with a familiar pounding in his chest. With a gentle pull, a single slat of the blinds descended, unveiling a scene of two children hurriedly running.

Noticing the lingering presence of the driver within the car, Klein squinted and carefully studied the silhouette, attempting to discern the mysterious figure behind the wheel.

"is that her?" Klein said as his pupils dilated while still observing the person behind the wheel.

The swift rhythm of footsteps behind the half-open door of his room gradually drew nearer, each step resonating with an increasing sense of urgency and anticipation.

In the dimly lit room, the gaze of the teenage  boy bore into him with a mix of pity and seething hatred.

In Klein's eyes, the figure behind the door wasn't just any teenager. It was his own son, a young boy running towards him after what felt like an eternity. The footsteps, once a source of tension, now carried the innocence and eagerness of a child reuniting with his father after a prolonged absence.

"YOU'RE REALLY SMILING?" The boy exclaimed at him while his fist shaking uncontrollably.

Klein observed the tightening of the boy's trembling fist, and behind him, a girl trailed closely. Her hands gently enveloped the boy's culmination of anger and hatred. Speaking with a soft voice reminiscent of the person Klein still admired, she uttered, "We're leaving now. We might never see you again." Her words lingered hesitantly in the air as her gaze shifted downward, fixing on the upside-down picture frame with piece of shattered glass formed around it.

The ringing phone shattered the heavy atmosphere, jolting everyone in the room. The abrupt sound echoed against the walls, breaking the silence that hung with unresolved emotions.

The boy swiftly withdrew his wrist from the girl's grasp, seizing her wrist in return, and without a word, he pulled her along as they exited.

"That must be her again." The boy said in a slightly descended tone as they exited the house past the walls that were once filled with their smiling faces.

As the boy and the girl left the room, the  continuous ringing of the phone abruptly  ceased, replaced by the unmistakable liquid drop sound. A notification pinged from the phone.

"Where did those noise come from?" He thought to himself at the same time contemplating whether to follow those kids, his kids.

The phone pinged again with the sound of a liquid dropped in water. He dropped down to the floor as he insert his hand under the cabinet.

Klein felt a familiar rectangular object with a smooth and coolness sensation, about holding the phone tightly a sharp painful stinging sensation was quickly replaced on his hand.

"AGGHHHH SHHHiit" Klein screamed followed by a curse word and he managed to descend his voice to a whisper. Still his scream slowly echoed through the house and reaching outside and was heard by his children and the person behind the wheel.

The door of the driver sit opened as the foot of the person reached the ground, but was abruptly interrupted by the boy staring at his mother with pity.

"WHY?" The boy exclaimed at his mother with a hint of frustration seeping from his voice.

"He-" The boy's mom was interrupted by his son.

"Why do you always to be this way? You're  divorced already but why do you keep that  stupid 'Love' lingering. How many times have  we had this conversation?" The boy confronted  his mom again, frustrated he used a hard tone. He wonders why even after the divorce his Mom was still trapped and blinded by the 'words and acts' of his lustful father.

"Klayton!" Klein yelled out his son's name. Seeing his wife being lecture by his son it angered him. Still being 18 mentality Klein was reminded of the scene of his mother being abused by his father. 

Klayton released the tight grip from the door and asked his mother to stay inside along with his sister surprisingly calm. Her sister tilted her head in confusion and worry while remaining sitted in the car.

Their mom shed a tear secretly seeing them expecting a fight to break out between her son and her ex-husband.

Klayton walks up to his father remaining calm and lower his head. "Please, don't try to be a father now, this wouldn't be happening if it weren't for you." Klayton expressed his resentment while biting his teeth and holding his clenched fist. "Please leave as alone from now on." Klayton added before turning around and leaving, uncleanching his fist and relaxing his jaw before he took a deep breath.

Klayton's mom hesitated to drive off after Klayton entered the car, still after looking at Klayton next to him she stepped on on the gas and they drive off leaving just standing in front of the house staring.

Klein continues to stare at oblivion as he hold a photograph covered with his blood dripped from his hand with a rhythm along with an aching feeling behind his head. As blood continues to drip another scene from a first person standpoint comes to mind. The scene became vivid momentarily as more blood exited his body.

The unfamiliar scene with familiar faces was replaced with his thoughts about his world. He drops to the ground thinking about the moment he touched the photograph from the shattered picture frame. At that moment a horrific scene with his fond mother came to his mind, following a single throb of pain on his head.

As time passes outside Klein's mind, inside thoughts passes through. Theories as of how any of this happened to him, entered his mind one by one Is he dreaming? Did his consciousness really enter his future body? Those explanations that his mind subconscious creates was replaced by his curiosity.

"Why did I change? No, How did I change? Why is father doing that to mother?" Why is his" Those are some many questions he had. It became more apparent to him, he maybe in the future but his past isn't the same.