Zenix and his Past [ABANDONED]

Chapter 10 - Zenix

"How much wood needs chopping anyway?!" I mumble angrily to myself. Yesterday was a treachery. I... I can't believe Father would do something like that to Zella! He can do that to me all he wants but not to her! That was... that was... uh. This wood keeps getting harder to chop for some reason. I adjust the axe a little differently so it is easier to hold. I cut the wood a little differently, but that shouldn't matter. I am sweating so much, I am as wet as Zella was yesterday with the dishes!
"Is the wood going good? Is there still enough to cut?" Zella's mother... my mother asks. I groan. Why do I need to cut this wood anyway?! We don't have a fireplace! This place is too poor to even have fire!
"Umm, yeah, I'm okay," I reply as nicely as I can, "How is Zella?" Mother shifts her weight.
She sniffs disdainfully. "Well, she is fine, just doing the dishes again. Don't take precious time worrying about her," She spits out her like it was dirt. I shrug and pretend I don't care until Mother leaves. How could I not worry about her?! She was choked yesterday, and then thrown on the floor! I swing the axe hard and I start chopping more wood over my anger. This is terrible! Why... why... why... I see father come out of the door this time, a stern look on his face, not that he wears any other expression...
"Your mother said that you were concerned about Zella," he says mockingly. I swallow spit. "Well, listen, I don't think you should care, nor take the time to ask about it!" His eyes move to the wood. He gives a sour face at it.
"What are those?!" He screeches at me. I look at the wood too. Nothing seems off... "You think we can use wood that is cut at a ninety-one degree angle?!" He slaps me across the face and I grab my jaw in pain.
"What is wrong with you?! The wood looks fine!" I yell back at him. He gives me the evil glare, but I withstand it. "You can say whatever you want or do whatever you want, but nothing will make me fix the wood for you!" I shove my father over and storm over to the door, but he grabs onto my shirt like how he did to Zella last night. Thankfully, my shirt is all sweaty, so he doesn't have a strong grip on me. I use all my might to swing and I kick him in the stomach. He falls to the floor and I storm into the house and slam the front door. I mumble to myself, "Perfectionists."

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I walk into my room and Zella is in bed... motionless. I sprint over to her. "ZELLA!" I scream. She wakes up with a start. She was just asleep. "Oh, sorry," I apologize. She just stares at me blankly.
"It's alright," she says softly. I can barely understand her. She is so quiet. I look at her legs and I remember.
"Can you move them?! Oh my Irene I forgot! How did you do the dishes! What..." I am panicking, but she just gives me an annoyed glance.
"I am fine. My legs won't... well... work at the moment..." I look down at my hands. "But I am fine. I have healing potions. And don't worry too much about me okay?" I nod and sit in my bed. I laugh. "What is so funny?" Zella asks.
"You know how my dream was to become a guard?" I smile.
"Yeah."
"Well, I think I am living my dream now!" Zella cocks her head to one side in confusion. "Because I am like your guard!" I get under the covers still smiling at the thought. But instead of Zella smiling, she becomes pale.