𝑾𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

Chapter 8

Chapter 8:

𝑾𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

Ian Pov:

Ahhh, I've returned after a long absence. Everything seems to have changed, but I don't remember anything about this place either. As I stepped out of the vehicle, I observed that many people were gazing at me and murmuring to each other. These folks are generally critical so regardless of the good that that you've done for them, they will stop caring about you once you become useless. Although I don't always get along with my family, there are some that I do because of past interactions with them that have caused them to grow apart from me. Since it's only their view, it doesn't mean anything to me, but they believe it to be a dishonor to the family honor. Nevertheless, I never gave it much thought.

I also refuse to give them the gratification of witnessing a angry reaction. Since the other members of the squad had gone off to go be with their own families, i had no other option but to come here.. the sole purpose that I came here in the very first place was because of Tristian

"This is the offspring of a hell hole; I should have gone with Tristian instead." My mother, Imelda Sulivan, came into view. She looked familiar, and I softened my gaze as I recognized her. She was still bedridden until last year, so it was a relief to see her in person and be able to move around. I embraced her, feeling my chest lighten from the weight I had felt earlier. "When did you arrive, my little bear?" Are you going to Stay? "Have you Already eaten?" My mother constantly asked me additional questions concerning my time in the United States. "Mummy, I'm fine. I'm not staying here for the full three months, but I'm here for a bit before leaving, just came to visit you for a week" I said.

Fortunately, my mother did allow me to enter the house. "So where are the additional people who are living in this household completely free?" I watched my mother's face harden into a scowl as she became agitated over it. "Leave them alone, don't be like that bear; I'll figure out a way to tell them to go soon." My palms began to clench into fists, There were moments when I desired my mother wasn't always so innocent around others since she was easily pressured by other individuals for not being unable to simply say no to what they wanted from her. She brought me into the bedroom I used to have as a child so I could sleep and recover after today's events. The aroma, The actual room Nothing had changed in the days I was gone; my mother had forbidden them from touching anything that belonged to me. I glanced at all the medals and photographs I had throughout elementary school and high school. One particular image showed something I valued, so I couldn't help but smile. The picture was of myself and Tristian in elementary school, and it was so surreal that I laid in bed and stared at it, wondering what on earth Tristian was doing at the moment.