I can't fly

It's not your business

Damian

The weather only seemed like it was getting worse. I gritted my teeth hating myself for being so irresponsible.
"Why did you do this man?" I asked myself in a whisper while hugging my body just desperate to create some warmth.

However, I catch a glance of something from the left. My heart dropped from the sight. Dad was leaning on a tree making out with a random brunette. All my mind could think about was poor Felicity who was back home.

I saw red then stormed towards them. I pushed the brunette away then turned to give Dad a death glare.
"Hey! What the hell is wrong with you?" The brunette asked behind me, but I didn't give her any of my attention.
"Damian, what are you doing?" Dad asked.

I stared at him in disbelief.
"How can you ask that question while making out with this whore but you're married?" I asked.
"It's not your business. You're supposed to be at home asleep because you still have school tomorrow." Dad said.
"You're unbelievable." I said shaking my head.

"Excuse me, kid. We were kind of in a middle of something here." The brunette said. I inhaled indignantly then turned to her by the corner of my eye.
"Shut the fuck up." I hissed.
"Don't talk to her like that." Dad said.

I snapped my neck at him.
"Like what? Like how you used to do to Mom?" I asked. His jaw slowly fell then he widened his eyes in shock. Dad took a step back as though the mention of my mother was a plague. I inhaled sharply. "You should be ashamed of yourself. You are married to Felicity, but you are treating her the exact same way you did to–"

He threw a swing at me, but despite my drunk state I was able to dodge it. I pounced at him pushing my father down to tackle him on the ground. I punched him, but I felt my body being dragged away from him shortly after.
"Hey, hey, hey. What is the meaning of this?" A cop asked while helping my father on his feet.

Meanwhile, there was one holding my arms back from murdering him.
"What is going on?" The cop who was holding me asked.
"Nothing. He was just going home." Dad said wiping some blood that drizzled down his nose while we exchanged death glares.

"Sir, this boy assaulted you. Don't you want him arrested?" The first cop asked.
"As if I am the one who drove Mom to her grave." I said. Dad widened his eyes in shock while I managed to get away from the cop who was holding me. I then stormed off.
"Leave him." I heard Dad reply before I left.   

I had no idea where I was going but I didn't want to go home either. My body was bubbling with so much rage that the harsh cold weather almost didn't bother me. My feet suddenly stopped once I was far away from them. Memories of what Dad used to do to Mom come back in ablaze to haunt me. I felt guilty for not being able to protect her from that man. I failed. I failed my mother.

Tears threatened to fall out my eyes while my legs felt weak. I felt myself about to go down on my knees when suddenly I saw a white feather floating in front of me. I furrowed my eyebrows perplexed as the feather was not falling but was levitating. I then heard grunting and gun shots.

Naturally, I quickly ran to hide behind a tree. Curiosity got the best of me as I peeped over it to see what was exactly happening. There were two men wearing suits that were bloody and torn. One of them had on a white suit while the other had on a black suit.

"You are not going to change the rules like this. I won't allow it!" The man in black suit exclaimed while pulling a trigger towards the other man who quickly dodged it.
"Don't pretend like you ever cared about the rules!" He exclaimed pulling the trigger but he missed and shot the tree where I was hiding from.

My breath hitched as I watched the bullet zoom above me. Only an inch lower and it would have went through my head. "What was that?" The man in white suit asked. I leaned on the tree remaining very quiet. I don't think I was even breathing in that moment. 

I heard silence. For a second I thought they left but the man in black suit was suddenly on my right.
"Shit. I guess I have no choice but to kill you kid." He said aiming his gun at me.

My body went into flight or fight mode in that moment. I quickly ducked to knee his groin. He cried in pain while dropping the gun. I quickly raced for it and aimed it at him.

My hands trembled while holding it. The man had a horrified look on his face. "Kid, listen to me. You're not supposed to be holding that gun. Put it down and die like how you're supposed to." He calmly said like that was a normal thing.

The anger towards my father made a quick return. That mixed with the survival instincts and adrenaline that rushed in my body made it possible for me to pull the trigger hitting his chest.

His body fell. I panted heavily while dropping my arms to hang on my sides. As I glanced at the man who was bleeding out my morals come back to hit me like a hurricane.

Guilt overwhelmed me as I dropped the gun.
"No. How could I do this?" I asked myself taking a step back horrified by what I had done. I heard footsteps approaching the scene. I swallowed hard then made a run for it. What had I done?

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A/N: Hi everyone. Thank you for reading. I am sorry for the long chapter. I really hope you enjoyed it though. Please share your thoughts in the comments and don't forget to vote. See all in the next chapter. Hope you all enjoy the rest of your day or night ❤️