The Year- 1987

Chapter 1

Zayne West was the average guy anyone would expect him to be.  17, jade green hair and jet-black eyes. He was athletic and sporty but there was only one backlash to his perfect nature. His father's wrath made him a bit violent at times.  He was understanding most of the time but when he was angry, he was merciless. But one thing was for sure, he rarely got that angry to be like his father. 

In August, he would be 18 and the heir to his father's Mafia business. He never wanted to kill but he was trained to do so. He was gentle but hurt himself.  His mother left him as a kid after discovering his father's business. But it wasn't his fault that she left, or was it? Nonetheless, it was much a mystery to all.   Zayne was the dream boy of all his classmates but they didn't know his secret yet. 

One fine day, when he was walking in the park, he saw his mother. With a child sitting alongside her. They looked so similar it was as if the child was his half-brother. He approached her quietly and greeted her with a hello. She was shocked to see him so grown up. "Mother, I know you wouldn't want to talk to me but listen to me for a moment," Zayne said, matter of fact. "Child, you've grown finely, yes, I know your intentions, you want to know who this child is. This is your half-brother, Jonas." She spoke, her voice was frail. "Oh, who is the father?" Zayne asked. This time, curiosity dripped in his tone. "Wellerman." The one word made his blood run cold. "Meaning, Zion Wellerman? How could you? You know that Father wouldn't like it when you talk about him." Zayne sighed, he knew he couldn't expect much from his mother. " I know, Zay but I didn't want this to happen either." His mother looked down, guilt-stricken.  "It's okay, I won't tell him about this but is it okay if I talk to Jonas?" He asked, turning towards the child. His mother agreed and sat down while Zayne was talking to Jonas. They talked about their mom and sports. They had a pretty good time together. 

Suddenly, Zayne's father called him on his phone so he left. His father was shouting at him for wandering past his homework time. Zayne was annoyed but he walked home after hanging up on his father. He sighed and listened to sad songs, thinking that he barely got to meet his mother.  When he got home, his father was ready to criticise him with his words but he stopped as his new assistant was also present at the moment. "You're late, young man, care to explain what took you so long?" His father said sternly, it was like there was glass in place of his voice. "I met with an old friend on the road, that's it," Zayne replied, fear lurking in his voice. "An old friend? I presume this  old friend      stopped you from coming here?" His father taunted. 

Zayne was silent and uttered no words. "My old friend is none of your business, old man" He later said.  Mr West (Zayne's Father) became livid.  He could see nothing but red. He had self control as the assistant was also  there. He could only growl at his son, that's all.