—"its not my fault!"... It's not my damn fault!...
The mirror broke... Leaving a crimson trail in the bathroom, even the shards looked back at him mockingly..." Is this what they call life? It's fucking sick joke—"
"Peter?, what are you screaming at".
I turned around seeing my aunt with worry etched face, her golden locks disheveled, her honey colored face painted with worry
"Answer me, Peter!" She spoke sternly despite her lingering worries...
She walked closer to him, smacked him over his head taking his bleeding hand into her's brushing the knuckles softly
"You dumbass, why would you do this to yourself?!, don't you know how hard I work for you? I care dammit!... Look at your hands they're bleeding for god's sake!...
Though she was rough at times, he could see her genuine worry... After all she is like his second mom...
"I'm sorry, grace".
He apologised , his voice barely above a whisper with a slight heaviness to it...
"My dumb child... c'mere"...
She opened her arms for a hug , for a moment her expression seemed to soften as she heard the shaky tone of his... He couldn't deny her embrace, she was the only one he knows, he walked closer hugging her for his dear life...
"Let it out, brat... Your aunty is here-... I might not be your real mom. hell ,not even adoptive... Y'know damn well I'm not gonna let that stop me from ever loving you! You're a son to me- don't you dare forget that mr!... I don't want ur arse injured again! Got that.."
My shoulders shook slightly as I was held in a motherly embrace..tears fell before I even knew it... Her motherly embrace is what I craved for... She was quite the mother hen always
"Thanks..."
"Nuh-uh! You brat better say more than that , you got me developing grey hairs in my 30's!. What happened to you that's all im asking?"
"Well damn?... Didn't know u had Greys... Where do you hide'em?..."
"Stop tryna change the convo boi, I'm boutta slap yo ass Outta milkyway galaxy!"
"Kay, Jesus calm down!..."
"What calm down? I'm calm as cucumber don't u see boi?!"
"Yea totally right?" I spoke sarcastically in slight amusement. I turned around for a moment hearing a noise almost like scratching...
"Is that demonic possession or sumshit?" I questioned for a moment hearing a noise ...
All I was met with was silence from grace, she was agitated it was clear on her face... Her expressive colours drained down leaving a bare minimum colour on her face...
The quietness was too loud, i could hear my own thoughts race like convo...
The quietness was torn through by a faint whistle in the background...
Huh-?
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Lost innocence ; found fury
Randomthe cold unforgiving winter bestowed tragedy on a heart of young soul, his heart aches , his body wrenches for avengement of his parents...as days go by when his memories turn nothing but into melancholic day dreams... the soul suffers passing the t...
