The room was old. There was no t.v. The chairs were made of leather, worn out leather. The coffee table was made of rich mahogany. The walls were a pastel pink, floral pattern. A boy, around the age of fifteen, stormed into the living room with his foster mother trailing behind, blabbing on about manners and attitude."You never seem to listen to me, I-I've tried but YOU just shove me away and keep-" She continued to talk and talk, waving her hands around in the air. Aaron sat down,
"3 years ago my brother killed his friend, my dad, my brother and almost me. How do you expect me to recover from that Natalie, all I did was scream. What would you do if that happen to you? Oh, you just walk right out all happy and calm!" Aaron screamed, standing up to face his 'mother'.
"How could you say that to me? I am your foster mother. You have stayed here 2 months now, in your last foster home you stayed for 4 days after you said to the kids you would kill them if they asked you about your past again" Natalie replied, folding her arms in annoyance.
"So just send me to another foster home then, its not like I'm going to cry or anything!"
After 5 hours, Aaron found himself in front of a house with a brick exterior, the woods behind it seemed so familiar as if he had been there before. He strode up the steps toward the house, carrying two suit cases, filled with his cloths and other possessions. He was welcomed with the scowl of Mr.Ward, who was waiting by the front door for him, his arms folded. "I can't believe this is your 9th home in 3 years..." He pinched the bridge of his nose and groaned.
"So? All you'll do is send me to a new one, and then I'll fuck that up again and have to come back here, then it repeats." Aaron hissed, following Mr. Ward into his new home.
"You're lucky they wanted to adopt you so soon." Mr. Ward grumbled. When they entered, it was all very modern. Almost everything was white, except for some baby blue vases and other small objects. A man and a woman emerged from one of the rooms, with beaming smiles.
"Hi, you must be Aaron. Mr.Ward has told us alot about you. We have two teenage boys too so, I'm sure we can handle one more." The woman smiled, holding onto her husbands arm.
"Please, call me Carl and Mr and Mrs. Thompson, I have some adoption papers for you to fill out." Carl chuckled, pulling out a file from his brown satchel.
"Ah, come this way, I'll fill them out." Mr.Thompson said, leading Carl into their kitchen. Aaron struggled to hold both of his suit cases, but he didn't want to just drop them on the floor. As bad as his attitude was, he did want a family, but not just any family, he wanted his old family. But he knew that was impossible, so he would have to deal with his foster families instead.
"So Aaron, my name is Sandra, and my husband is called Mark, if you would prefer to call us that, then please go ahead, but if at anytime you wish to call us mum or dad, then just say" Sandra smiled. Aaron showed a weak smile but it quickly faded.
"T-thanks, Sandra. Could you please show me to my new room?" Aaron asked, hoping he can get settled in as soon as possible.
"Of course, follow me!" Sandra started walking up the stairs that were located on the left hand side of the hallway.
It had been 1 week since Aaron moved in to his new foster home. This home was the worse by far. It's all fake smiles when people visit, and then arguing and stuff being broken behind closed doors. He didn't know how long this had been going on, but he assumed it was marriage problems. The only reason he hadn't run away and found a new foster home was because he felt sorry for their youngest son, Tyler. He had gotten to know Tyler a bit, and found out that he had many problems he wouldn't dare tell his parents. Their eldest son, on the other hand, he didn't know anything about him, only the fact that he despised Aaron and that was it.
The day started like usual, Aaron got dressed, brushed his teeth and combed his hair before heading downstairs for breakfast. When he entered the kitchen, surprisingly there was no arguing.
"Would you like some pancakes? I made them myself." Sandra asked, adding another one onto Tyler's plate. Aaron was a bit puzzled on why Sandra was acting okay and happy, but he just brushed it off and agreed.
"I would like one, yes, thank you."Aaron watched as a freshly made pancake was added to his plate. He took a bite out of it, chewed and swallowed. Soon enough it was gone.
"Would you like another one?" Sandra asked. Holding up the pan.
"No thank you, I'm full" Aaron gave a small smiled and excused himself from the table. On his way out, he bumped into Mark. "Sorry."
"Don't be. I was just on my way to gather some wood in the forest. Do you want to join me, I've got a chainsaw and an axe, you can take your pick." Mark grinned. Aaron hesitated for a moment, but then nodded.
"Sure." He followed Mark out the house and towards the forest.
"So Aaron, you ever cut down a tree before? Me and my brother used to come up here and hack away at trees, only to collect firewood." Mark asked, carrying his chainsaw and axes.
"No I can't say I have." Aaron said blankly, starting to feel a little cranky at the mention of brothers.
"Here look I'll get you started, just how I showed my brother and my sons." He picked up one of the axes and swung it at the tree, hearing the bark split gradually. "You can take your pick on which one you want." Mark gestured his hand over to the weapons. Aaron picked up the chainsaw, admiring its beauty. "When my brother and I were kids, we used to play in this forest, jumping around and hiding." Aaron suddenly got a rush of nostalgia, he looked up and around the forest, getting flash backs of when he was younger playing with his brothers. "It was fun, especially when we were teens, I remember we used to play with sling shots, firing pebbles and sticks at each other." Aaron bit his lip, trying to hold back the memories of his family. "When my boys were a bit younger, they always wanted to spend time with me, helping me with cutting down trees and building tree houses " Aaron felt anger take over him, listening to the words about fathers and brothers. He remembered back to when his brother had brutally murdered his father, brother and one of his friends. He looked over to Mark seeing how he was still going on about family.
"Yeah. Sounds fun." Aaron frowned, gripping onto the chainsaw tighter.
"Oh, I see you picked the chainsaw then, my brother would always pick the chainsaw, it's great for finishing cutting down the trees." Mark grinned. Aaron moved closer to him, starting up the chainsaw.
"Do you know what else it's great for finishing?" Aaron growled. Lifting it slightly.
"Lots of things, but name one for me." Mark dropped his axe and wiped his forehead.
"You." Aaron swung the chainsaw towards Mark, cutting through the flesh on his neck, then the bone, until it was clean off. Aaron looked at the mess he created, giggling slightly to himself. He watched as Mark's lifeless body hit the ground and his head rolled away. Blood spewed from Marks neck, spilling onto the leaves and mud. Aaron heard Sandra call for Mark from the house, telling him that he needed to drop Tyler off at his friends house. Aaron grinned, walking back to the house, chainsaw in hand. He saw Sandra with her back turned to him, hanging out some washing. Aaron started up the chainsaw again and aimed it from her shoulder through her neck. She didn't have time to react before she dropped dead to the floor, her blood spilling onto the walls. He started laughing more, a wide grin spread across his face. He stepped back and marvelled at his work.
"Mum? Tyler wants to know where his bag i- Mum? MUM?!" Aaron watched as Joseph ran towards his mother's body, kneeling down, tears streaking down his face. "Oh my god, mum... who would-"
Aaron started the chainsaw once more, raised it up and whispered, "Sorry for your separation."
"Wait NO-" Aaron sliced straight through his neck, listening to the cracking of his bones. Joseph's body fell next to his mothers , almost in a nice way. Aaron heard foot steps, but decided to spare Tyler's life, he needed someone to look at his work. He turned and ran for the forest, hearing the last blood curdling cry before he disappeared into the dark.
