That Di Marco Spell

C h a p t e r E l e v e n

˜"*°• Raiden POV •°*"˜

The ride home was filled with school girls soft sobs into Erin's lap. I was sitting in the front seat with Julian, glancing every now and then at the two girls in the back seat. Erin was rubbing school girls head, holding her friend close. Erin was used to things like this so she wasn't necessarily as terrified and scared as school girl but still shaken up.

My blood boiling as much as it was when Claire's pleading emerald green eyes looked at me, tears flowing down her pink cheeks. We drove through our front driveway gates. I was beyond pissed off, I was ready to tear my father a new one, school girl didn't deserve any of this and it was all his fault.

I bolted out of the passenger seat to the back door, opening it for Erin and school girl.

Erin and I exchanged goodbyes as she got into her car and drove off, at my request. I could take care of school girl better than she could right now.

I helped her inside through the front door, my hand on her back and holding her bicep as I escorted her up into her room. She still had soft sobs as we navigated the house. I yelled out for Doris to help her get comfortable for the remainder of the day.

I have business to take care of.

I stomped throughout the house until I saw my family gathered in the dining room, a stupid grin upon my father's stubble covered face.

"What the hell did you do?!" I practically screamed, slamming my hands on the table.

They looked at me with fear in their eyes, besides my father and Elijah, "Good evening to you too, Raiden."

He went to scoop food into his mouth before I smacked the fork out of his hand, causing the food on his fork to fly in multiple directions all over the table. My father planted his hands on the table and slowly stood up. Anger flowing throughout his blue eyes.

"Oh shit." Elijah muttered, slowly standing up as well. This was not new to him, almost occurred on a daily basis.

My father brought his arm to my neck, pushing me into the light grey painted wall behind me, choking me.

I wasn't scared of this piece of shit, he was a pathetic excuse of a man. Never deserved my respect, causing his own son to do his dirty work and put his life on the line just so he can go and do something else for me to pick up.

I don't show any fear, I can hold my own. My hands stay planted at my side, in fists as he examines my face. He pulls his handgun out with his other hand, pushing it to my temple. I let out a sinister chuckle, "do it." I mumbled out, he flicked the safety off.

"Do it pussy!" I scolded him, the veins in my neck popping out. "Kill your fucking son! See who will do your dirty work when I'm dead!"

"Richard!" My poor mother shouted in fear, my sister crying in her arms. I was disappointed I did this in front of them but I wasn't going to act like everything was okay until we were alone. This was urgent business.

Elijah pulls my father off me in a chokehold, causing him to drop the gun beside me. I take a breath and kick the gun away from me, observing my father get out of Elijah's grasp. He turns to me, the same anger flowing throughout his eyes.

"What did you fucking do!" I scowled at my father again, Elijah ushered my mother and sister out of the dining room, leaving the two of us alone.