Infectious

10~The Fight

AN

Hey dudes! So I decided to give you a glimpse into Trent's childhood. This chapter takes place mostly in his memories so you all get to see what his past was like. Thank you all a ton for reading! Vote, comment, read, enjoy!

- Trent

Present Day

I let out a shaky breath and grabbed onto a rough tree to stop myself from falling down. The bark stung against my hands but I didn't care. I was barely aware of what was happening around me as the memories swarmed around.

The gun shot still echoed in my ears.

Dyma's whimpers.

The inhuman growling.

BOOM.

My breath came out quicker as I collapsed onto the dirt. An invisible hand pressed against my throat, tightening it until I could barely breathe.

I didn't want to breathe. I didn't want to sit here pitifully as Dyma lay dead on the ground. She was the only one left that I had and I let her down too.

I remember first meeting her. I had left home before the attacks even started, and I'm glad I did. I didn't know it 'till later, but the day after I left, my entire town was wiped out. 

I thought I was so goddamn lucky, but maybe I would have been better off dead with the rest of them. 

My old man died there too. At least that's what I hope.

It was just the two of us after my Mama... passed away when I was eleven. They never had any other kids. Actually, I'm surprised they had me in the first place. My Papa was never good with children... or anyone at all. I never knew what my mother saw in him.

From what I remember of her, she was a caring mother. She used to take me out for ice cream after school of Fridays and we'd simply talk. She cooked most of our meals, and since Papa was rarely home, she took care of everything. 

My Papa was the opposite. The few memories I have of him from my children were filled with yelling and work. He would come home in a drunken rampage and start tearing things apart. Mama told me to always hide in my room and not to come down no matter what happened.

One day I didn't listen to her.

I sat at the small kitchen table as my mother stood over the boiling pot of water. Her pale skin was shiny from the rising heat.

"How come Papa never makes dinner?" I asked, leaning forward on the table. My mother turned from the pot to face me.

"Your daddy has much more important things to do. He goes out to work. That's the only reason we can afford this house." She explained quickly. Her voice sounded weary and I could see the growing bags under her caramel eyes. Papa hadn't been home in over a week and I could tell how upset it made her.

"But Mama, Jimmy from across the street told me that we're so poor because Papa doesn't work. Then I hit him for being mean." I replied. My voice lowered by the end and I wished I could take my words back.

"Trent Albert Einstein, how dare you hit someone? I raised you better than that!" My mother scoffed. The ground suddenly became very interesting as I avoided her eyes.

"I don't like when you use my full name. Jimmy said it sounds like that old crazy man with the white hair that we learned about in science." I mumbled. My mother's angry mood changed and she let out a quiet sigh.

"No, Albert Einstein was a very smart man. I wanted to show the world how bright my baby boy was going to be. You shouldn't be hurting people, Trent. You're a good boy."