No Fairies Allowed (bxb)

Chapter 1: Madhouse

Ravine Rochester above

Illustrator: Angel Angulo
IG page: @cael_artworkss

(Ravine/Vinny POV)

Pronunciation: Rah-veen

"Ravine, it's late. Shouldn't you go home now?" My stepmother, Sylvia said.

"I don't want to go home to that madhouse."

"You shouldn't speak like that. She's still your mother."

"A narcissistic and abusive, good-for-nothing mother" I said.

"Good-for-nothing mother!!!" My little stepbrother, Milo playfully repeated.

"One more year and you'll be off to college and you can do anything you want. Just hang in there." Sylvia said.

"One more year feels like seven more years."

"Seven more years!!" Milo laughed.

"Just hang in there. Take a deep breath. You know you're always welcome here if things take a bad turn in your home."

"Thanks. Well...I guess I'll be going now." I said to Sylvia.

"Mommy, can't Ravine stay a few more minutes for us to play?" Milo said adorably.

"No no, Ravine still has school tomorrow and so do you."

"Don't you worry bud, I'll come visit every weekend just so we can play."

"Promise?"

"I promise." I said as I ruffled his head before bidding Sylvia and him a farewell hug.

"Tell dad that I'll be making him an Ile flottante for his birthday."

"I'll tell him as soon as he comes home from work." Sylvia said.

As soon as I got out of their house and started walking home, I suddenly received a call from my ex-boyfriend, Craig. Since I did not even care to answer it, he just left a voicemail for me to hear.

"Ravine, I miss you so much. Please, just give me another chance to make things right. What happened between me and Kendall is just a one-time thing. I swear to God, I would never do anything to hurt you. I love you more than anything."

"LOL! You can take your half-ass plea and shove it right up your ass." I texted.

It didn't take really long before I arrive at the doorstep of the madhouse I am currently living in. As soon as I came in, my monster mother was waiting for me at the sofa, sitting with her legs crossed as if she's Sharon Stone from the movie, "Basic Instinct", reading a bible.

"Where have you been?" She asked.

"I was with Gwen. We had our study date today." I replied.

"You lying fag! I just talked to Gwen's mother and she said Gwen is at her grandpa's for their fishing trip."

"Hmm...well if you know everything already, why do you feel the need to ask me where I have been, mommy dearest?" I said.

"Don't you dare smart mouth me! I've had it with you, Ravine. Tell me, are you seeing your father's whore again?"

"She's not a whore!" I screamed.

"Your father left us for that woman! She's a homewrecker. She knew that your father was married but what did she do? She continued sleeping with him. Isn't that what whores do?" She said.

"Dad didn't leave me, he left you." I said as I emphasized the last word to her face.

"What did you say?" She asked.

"He left you." I said and the minute I finished my sentence, she punched me straight to my mouth, making my bottom lip bleed.

I stumbled backwards a little and I gave her a hateful look.

"Talk to me like that again and I'll do a whole lot worse." She said.

"This isn't over, Janet! This isn't over by a long shot. You'll be sorry." I said.

"I'd like to see you try, you girly boy!" She snickered before I rushed off to my room, slamming the door.

I looked in the mirror to see my bleeding lip and I stared at my face intensely. I was so angry. I was so angry that I began shaking. I was so angry that I could smash this mirror to pieces and take the shard downstairs so I can slit her throat with it.

My God! I felt like my violent thoughts have increased tremendously throughout the years because of the abuse I endured. She will not get away with it. I will make sure she pays for it. She has no idea what I am capable of doing just to get my point across.

The next day...

"What the hell happened to your face?" Gwen asked.

"My good-for-nothing mother did this. Why are you still surprised?"

"Why don't you just live with your stepmother and your dad? You always speak highly of them."

"I'm not finished with Janet. I'll give her a war she won't ever forget. She's going to be sorry, she wished she hadn't laid her hands on me."

"What are you going to do?" Gwen asked.

"You'll see."

Later that day...

I went inside a local bar and sat at the stool to order one screwdriver. As soon as the bartender served me the drink, I drank a mouthful of the alcohol and spit it at his face.

"Oops sorry!" I laughed.

He stared at me, dumbfounded before pouncing on me like a predator and began punching my face repeatedly.

I cried both in pain and delight while a huge crowd of people just watched us like tourists seeing wild animals fight to the death.

It took a few minutes for the bartender to be restrained and as soon as he was off me, I hurried out the bar for my dear life so I can accomplish my next mission.