Sweet Sorrow || Pietro Maximoff

1 || phenomenon

"I wanted him dead. I wanted him out of my life forever.

No one would do it for me.

So I took matters into my own hand."

YESTERDAY

My father staggered into the house, accompanied with the burning smell of cigarettes and alcohol. A beer bottle in one hand and a brief case in another. My door ajar as I walked towards the crack to spectate my father's wrong-doing.

His drunken appearance clashed against his smart, wine-stained clothes. In spite of him being a middle aged man, his age seemed to engulf him. His figure was lean yet muscular and his olive skin contrasted with my fair skin. If you were to place us alongside each other, there would be no resemblance.

My hair was blonde; his was brown and greying. My nose was small yet tall; he had a pinched nose as if someone had clipped a peg on the bridge of his nose.

Yet, we shared one thing - our vivid blue eyes. And those eyes caught a glimpse of mine.

"SAVANNAH!"

His eyes were fiery, to the point in which it could burn holes into my skull. My eyes fell down to his hand, which grasped tightly onto an empty beer bottle, which caused his knuckles to shift to the colour of my face.

As he raised his arm, a devious smile emerged on his face. I seeked refuge behind my bedroom door as the glass bottle came in contact with the wall perpendicular to it. Glass fragments launched throughout the room and into my arm. I screeched in pain as I felt my warm blood trickle down my upper arm. My father staggered towards me with his arms extended as he seized my neck as he hurled me into the wall.

"You are the reason why this family is fucked up. You are a worthless piece of shit that isn't loved. You are nothing."

He held me against the wall, firing insult after insult whilst his clutched fist came in contact with my face. A whine escaping my lips as he imprinted his knuckles into my blue face. My consciousness was being drained punch after punch until his anger compensated with my suffering. My limp body was dropped and he walked away in victory. My eyes were blurred as a result of the assault and the tears that began to roll down my face. I uttered the words-

"Why?"

His face arranged itself into a look of pure hatred as he spat out the words-

"Shut your fucking mouth or I'll kick your teeth down your throat and shut it for you. Then you'll die a less painful death because God help me, I will kill you. And it won't be pretty."

I don't know what happened. Maybe it was because I was mad or I was scared. Well, I was always scared. But something, activated in me. That something was pure rage, full on hate. Bloodlust. It was as if my mind had taken hostage of my body, bidding me to get revenge on my malicious father.

A burning sensation developed in the back of my head; the phenomenon triggering my entire system to experience the same unpleasant paradox. The torment was excruciatingly agonizing but I could feel power; the energy coursing through my veins.

It was if this newfound energy was a pupeteer, controlling my every move. My body became weightless as I floated upwards; limbs spread apart. My father, mouth agape, as his look of hatred became a face brimming with horror. 

The strange blue force began surging out of my fingertips and began circling me like an eagle revolving around it's prey. The lights flickered frantically. It swirled around me, until it stopped in one direction - his direction.

The blue wisps accelerating towards my father. He didn't run; he saw it coming. The supernatural power penetrated his body causing him to spasm violently.

My father howled in pain as his body blackened by the minute. The stench of blistering flesh conquered the stink of alcohol. My energy showed no mercy, enduring until my father was a puddle of blood and a charred, burning corpse.

I crumbled to the floor with my head in my hands. My tears sliding down my face in one continuous flow.

My breakdown blocked out the outside the world. I didn't realise when a red head agent came into my appartment. I didn't realise when she cuffed me and hauled me into the back of her car.

I was a murderer.

And I had to live with it.