Forget it. // jyatt

chapter 8

—chapter 8

"You're dead, you fucking cult." His uncle curled his hands forming fists and aimed for Jaeden's ribs, swinging and missing.

As that was happening, Jaeden had a perfect chance to beat him with the cane. He plunged that cane right on his back, causing him to slam himself on a wall.

He buried him with punches all over and over again, in the same time of releasing his anger and stress that his uncle caused him.!

Just before his uncle could bring his hands up to defend, Jaeden drove his shoulder into his uncles chest, where he started landing solid punches into his guts.

Jaeden's face burned and felt stronger after every punch. His uncle was clearly weak to do anything. Jaeden then had the advantage to grab his bottle and break it, creating a weapon.

      He held it up high with both hands, the cane sitting beside him resting on the wall and the sofa in his right.

    He circles around his uncle, steady and firm, placing his full focus towards him. He had the intentions to kill him. And that's all he wanted and this was the opportunity.

    Transferring all his thoughts and negative energy into his hands, he felt stronger and braver.

    "Do you really think that k-killing me will have an advantage on you?" His uncle laughed as he was laying in the floor, covered in his own blood and the shattered glass.

     "Sh-shut up!" Jaeden yelled as he threatened him by placing the bottle near him.

     "You know why your mother killed yourself?" His uncle questioned.

     "She was tired of you. You were too much to take care of. She gave up on you. You were nothing than a burden to her life. She wanted to abort you but why didn't she? Because she would one day do the same thing i did to you, slave." His uncle added.

    Jaeden heard every single word and it was locked inside his ears. He felt his tears forming and his grip getting weaker after every second.

    But no. He knew it was a lie. He never knew much about his mother, but he knew that she never gave up on him as he was the first person to be around her arms.

    He shifted the thought aside and didn't let any of it get through him, as they were a distraction.

   "F-Fuck off. You were nothing m-more than a rapist and an abuser. You were a burden to your mother and if she was l-looking at you right now, I can't even think on how disappointed she is t-to have such a brainless, useless boy!" Jaeden replied.

    His uncle was crazy. He laughed. That's all he did in the cold ground.

     Jaeden couldn't handle anymore of this so he immediately bashed the bottle on his face with no regrets or thoughts and turned him around, back facing him.

     He had a grip of his neck, about to twist it, giving his uncle a disadvantage to breathe as it will break the connection with his lungs and his nose.

    "Kill me all y-you want kid," Uncle told as his eyes were shot with the shattered glass and his shoulders hammered with nails.

     "Just know, no one loves you. They're doing it just to turn you into nothing more than a toy. A fake. A slave." His uncle laughed.

    Jaeden hadn't said anything yet, but before he knew he did anything, his hands were already having a powerful grip and he soon felt and heard the sound of cracking bones.

    It was done. He layed asleep in the floor, dead. He wasn't breathing and his eyes were shut.

    On the other hand, Jaeden was fine. He felt the weight in his chest flow upwards, as killing him was the last thing he could do to him to soothe his anger.