"Hero-Ish."

Chapter 1: Spoiled Milk.

CHAPTER 1: Spoiled Milk.

Desmond's foot tapped against the carpet flooring as he sat in the middle of a roller-chair. His fingernails picked at the skin of his thumb as his foot jittered uncontrollably and his teeth clamped against his lower lip. His body gave a sharp shutter as the cold air breezed through the air vents from above; the hairs prickled and stung his flesh like needles.

The room in which Desmond sat in was small with blue and white wallpaper. Several posters of movies and bands hung among them. The room also held a brown desk, a beige dresser, a closet, along with a flat screen television and a PlayStation 4 gaming system.

Soft music blared through Desmond's ears, drowning out the sounds of the city from outside of his bedroom window. His head rocked back and forth as his eyes glared at the blank screen in front of him, watching the cursor blink casually. Desmond suddenly growled to himself and leaned his head back against the chair and stared at the ceiling above. His eyelids grew heavy and started to drop. His mouth opened and his tongue flicked at a deep yawn shot through his nostrils.

A sudden hand on his shoulder caused young Desmond's soul to leap out of his skin. his chest heaved as a frightened screech shot past his lips; his hands shot up and removed the headphones from his ears as his body trembled. His head turned to see a middle-aged woman standing next to him, dressed in a black skirt and blouse.

The woman who stood next to him had graying black hair and the same blue eyes, and soft fair—yet wrinkled—skin as Desmond.

"Jesus Christ, mom!" Desmond exclaimed with a hand over his chest; his heart thumped in his chest like a horse galloping through the fields. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack or something?" He let out a sharp breath as his nostrils twitched.

"Sorry," his mother said in a sweet tone, watching as Desmond sat himself up in his chair. "I didn't mean to startle you."

"You could've knocked," he said as he sat himself up in his chair. He ran a hand through the back of his hair and scratched his scalp with his nails.

"I did knock," she stated, "several times, actually; you just didn't reply because of those damn headphones on."

"Oh," Desmond replied with a scattered breath. He swallowed the saliva in his mouth and made a small grin.

Desmond's mother nodded her head towards her son. "What are you doing?"

Desmond turned to the screen and then turned back to his mother. "I was watching porn," he smirked.

His mother's eyes rolled. "Anything good?"

He shook his head with a shrug of his shoulders. "No," he said and then smiled. He cleared his throat, "Actually, I was working on an essay for English."

"Well," she said, "I need a favor."

"'Kay," Desmond answered.

"Can you go to the store for me?" She asked. "I forgot milk and we're out of it."

Desmond looked at his mother and then glared out the window to his right, then returned to his other. "But," he whined, "it's so-o-o hot!"

"Please?" His mother pleaded, showing her teeth. She then bribed, "You can keep the change."

Desmond's eyebrow arched with interest. "I can?" He asked and she nodded her head. He finally sighed in defeat and agreed to his mother's terms. "Okay, I'll go."