His Idol

The storm.

As the car pulled up into their drive way they were met with the average sized house with two stories. The house was a tannish color and there were a few windows. As Richard parked in the driveway he turned off the car.

As Richard got out he went up to the front door and unlocked it. Cyrus followed slowly, behind him. As they both got inside Richard flicked on the light switch that greeted them with their home interior. Richard set his keys on the kitchen counter before sighing.

Richard spoke up in a somewhat calm way. "I don't care what happens at school. you get to class on time or you'll be in big trouble."

Cyrus turned around slowly. wide eyed he couldn't believe what his dad meant.. his face paled, Cyrus's mouth clenched with slight anger. before tears started falling down his face at a unreasonable pace. "you don't understand what those kids do to me! they treat me as some kind of animal! they take my lunch money and they also hurt me...!"

Richard's face turned very stern but Cyrus didn't care. Richard raised his hand and he knew what that meant. In a swift moment he dodged.. The tears running down his cheeks were a burning sensation. all he could feel was betrayal and anger. Cyrus quickly ran up the stairs to his room as Richard quickly followed behind him at a running pace. He made it into his room and locked the door just in time.

His father banged on the door and yelled through it but Cyrus made no movement to open it. Instead he leaned against the door using all of his body force to keep the door in place. so that Richard couldn't force it open. Richard yelled hateful slurs and hurtful words that made Cyrus's heart clench.

Over time Richard got tired and decided to just deal with it in the morning. As Cyrus threw himself on the bed exhausted by the whole day, he felt like everything was different now... he was more distant to the world than he was before.

He closed his eyes and imagined what his life would've been like with a loving family and how everything turned out great. he made illusions in his head about finding a perfect family and being treated with the decent respect he always wanted. Cyrus pulled his blanket up and over him, Reaching for the teddy bear his mom gave him when he was a baby, Before she died. He carefully but tightly hugged the stuffed animal and tears fell out of his eyes once more. landing perfectly on the head of the teddy bear.

He took deep breaths to try to calm down but all he could think of was his mothers death... When Cyrus was two he had witnessed his mother getting murdered but the police had conducted it as a suicide.

He remembered the person as a tall man maybe around 6'0 at the time. Now that he thought about it... the murderer from earlier that killed that woman seemed to be very familiar but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. His thoughts were momentarily paused as he heard a thunderbolt strike the outside of his window.

As he carefully set his blanket to the side, Teddy bear tightly wrapped over his arm. He opened the windowsill, the outside was dark and eerie and he could see the streetlamps booming light over the dark rows of houses.

As he observed further he had noticed a path, it was a dirt road. Cyrus remembered his dad always telling him to never go down that road because of an accident a long time ago. the more he thought of what accident could've been down that road, the more he wanted to find out. It was still storming but Cyrus's curiosity got the best of him, but before he decided to explore what was down that eerie road.

he should probably see if his fathers awake or not. As Cyrus silently opened his bedroom door he tiptoed down the stairs quietly as possible. he heard a faint snore coming from the recliner in the living room. As he looked closer he saw his dad asleep with a empty beer bottle stuck lazily in Dad's hand. As he quickly ran up the stairs and ran into his room. He opened his closet door and started rummaging through it to find a spare Backpack.

He threw stuff out of his closet and finally found a worn out backpack he got 2 years back when he was in middle school. the backpack was a plain color and was slightly small but it was the best he had since he had left his other backpack at school that same day.

He quickly threw on some different clothes. Shorts and a worn out T-Shirt, and maybe a jacket. instead of a hoodie and sweatpants. Cyrus quickly grabbed a pencil and paper and wrote down items he needed before opening the bag and putting in the items and checking them off with a check mark on the paper. He got a flashlight to see of course, Batteries for the flashlight.

The stuffed teddy bear for comfort and some Band-Aids in case of emergency. Cyrus looked up at the still open closet door and saw a box on the high shelf.

He found a stack of books under his bed and climbed on top of them before reaching for the box. He stumbled and fell down, box in hand. Cyrus made a big thump sound that startled him. He froze for a moment as if he couldn't make a sound. As he quietly observed the box he noticed it had caught a lot of dust.

Cyrus had never seen this box laying on the top shelf in his closet and wondered what it was doing there. The box had a plain blue color on it. There were stickers all over it mainly stickers of his deceased mother.

As he took a deep breath and reluctantly opened it, he was greeted by a dozens of pictures of him and his family along with his mother. Cyrus was very young in these pictures which only made his heart clench. He looked so happy He thought.

A single tear ran down his cheek. Cyrus's hand reached into the box when he felt something sharp cut his finger. when he looked closer he had noticed a pocket knife the size of a mini knife had been in the box. The knife was an adorable Blueish color that seemed to never been touched. The blade was sharp and soft at the same time.

Cyrus gently put the pocket knife in his backpack Pocket before putting the bag around his shoulder not even fully putting it on right. yes Cyrus did this because he thought he looked cool but what was so wrong about it? After all you got to let a guy be delusional for a second.

Cyrus finally finished getting ready and quietly tiptoed down the stairs again. He was walking past the Kitchen when he realized, I need food. As Cyrus raided the fridge for food he felt a shiver go down his spine for an unknown reason. He grabbed leftovers and even some Cinnabon's just because he wanted to.

Cyrus turned off the kitchen light and living room light before walking over to the backyard door to get his bike. As he opened the backyard door a faint damp smell wafted into his nostrils. Making him cough by the overwhelming smell.

He walked onto the grassy backyard picking up his bike that was laying on the nature ground. Cyrus walked his bike and opened the fence gate to get towards the front of the house since that's where the dirt path led to. Lightning striked and rain fell hard but that didn't stop Cyrus from going further. He just kept pedaling Faster.

Once he got onto the dirt road his bike wheel blew out by how fast he was going and had to walk all the way back to his house and air up his bike tire. After about 5 minutes he got back on the bike but this time kept the bike pedaling at an average speed. he knew if he even tried to go fast he would lose control of the bike or worse have to air it up again.

He got back on the dirt road again and pedaled down the road hesitantly as if scared to go any further down. The trees started getting closer and closer to the dirt road and after about a few minutes he couldn't see anything passed the trees since there were so many. The horizon was nowhere to be found since the trees were wide and big.

The trees seemed old and were Weathered willow trees. They blocked the midnight sky and moon above.

As he kept pedaling for what seemed to be forever He gasped when he saw it.. it looked horrible... an accident definitely took place here. Cyrus covered his mouth in disgust and fell off his bike scraping his hands on the dirt road. rocks broke his fell but that didn't mean it felt good. when he saw it.. Cyrus knew he had to find out what happened to this place.