Torn to Pieces

Demon

Brady's POV

I look at Damien in the face, staring into his watering eyes, and guilt is written all over his face. Everyone stares as small Oli slowly makes his way back up the stairs, to his bedroom. We all hear the soft sobs that leave his throat.

We all see the trail of red skin on his face from where the tears flowed. One  foot after the other he drags himself up the stairs, crying more and more, harder and harder.,

"I can't fucking believe you." I growl at Damien as I hear the small creaking of Oliver's door as he slams it shut.

I make my ay up each step slowly, debating on whether or not I should go check on him. I know I should, but you wouldn't understand. Oli isn't normal. Well, of course he isn't a human, as all of us are not, but he's different from us. He's more dangerous. More on the deadly side, although he's such a little angel, to everyone. He's just not the same. He is able to do things beyond what we can do. He's a blood-born. A killer.

I slowly take a few steps in front of the big, white, metal door with the word "OLIVER" painted across it in a glow in the dark green. I gently knock on the door.

No reply.

I knock a bit harder.

No reply.

By this time, I feel a panic rush throughout my body.

I knock again, loudly. I knock so hard I can feel my knuckles bruising by the second collision.

I can't take it anymore. The silence.

I do whatever it takes to open that door. And when I do...

I can't believe what I see....

Kaizer's POV

"Really Damien. You're such an ass. I can't believe you'd do something like this. Well, I can, but I didn't think you actually would."

"Kai, you know exactly why I'd do this. You can't just abandon a child. Especially a child like Oliver. And-"

"No, Damien. You know damn well that she didn't abandon that child. Bay is 19! NINE-TEEN!! GET IT! SHE DOESN"T EVEN KNOW THAT CHILD BELONGS TO HER!!! She was 13 when that child was created. 13. We aren't even 100% sure that Oliver is hers. You know the only person who knows is Oliver's father and that isn't you Da-"

Suddenly my back was to the wall, Damien's pale white hand clasped around my neck.

"Don't fucking say it Kaizer. You know that I'm ten times more of a father to that little boy than his father, Cale, ever was, and ever will be. Cale is nothing. He's a piece of shit."

He spat. Ice cold spit came off his tongue like bullets, hitting my face, as he spoke those words. This angered me. More than it should. But I couldn't help it. My chilled blood, boiled.

Soon enough, Damien was the one on the wall, I pushed in his neck, closing my hand tighter and tighter around his throat.

"Never. And I mean never, speak of my brother that way again." I pushed on his neck harder. I watched as his face slowly turned red, then a light shade of blue, then darker. Dropping him only when I see he is going to knock out.

Then I turn away from Damien to be face to face with another cold body.

"Awe, boys, don't over me."

Demonic words seeping from his mouth.