Periclum (old version)

Chapter 12

Contrary to popular belief, I'm not a vicious man.

I never was. Never will be. And never has.

As the flower petals sprawled all over the red carpet wooden bottom, the outside was murky, and I recalled that. I understood why nature was so hysterical- because I was too. I've never felt so distraught in my entire existence. Why would he fulfill that?

I thought he'd at least manage her. Why wouldn't he? She- that was so delightful, affectionate lovely, and I'm not saying that because she was my mother. She just had something that no one brought into the world.

She had a fucking heart. A pure heart filled with so much affection I could never recompense. I didn't deliver it back. I never did, because I couldn't. Perhaps I didn't wish for it, to offer such a simple request back. It was so simple. Then why couldn't I offer it back?

However, he didn't tell me to. Yet I knew how much she suffered, tolerated, and accepted the faith she carried. I stood by like a coward, and just watch as she suffered, cried out as I almost tore the handle of the armrest of the couch. I was indignant, but they couldn't blame me to receive that. I had nothing to give because I was so little and I know I shouldn't accuse it of my age, I was eight. I could have achieved something. I could speak thus could defend myself, but I didn't do it.

I didn't save my mother.

But how could I? I didn't even understand half of the aspects that took off. Perhaps I should have known, but it was too late. She was already gone, pushed away, lifeless. And he didn't even flash a sensitivity at all.

I wished to strangle him. I wished to fasten my hands around his wrinkled throat and just suffocate him, inspecting how the spirit inside him halts and crumbles away. I wanted to commit that in front of the coffin because she earned that. And the fact that he had the guts to perform such a brutal deed on the day that should have been so beautiful, emotionally sad- he just had to do that.

But oh, father wished to speak now but I would be dammed to reveal my face in front of the fences, giving him the satisfaction he needed. No. It won't be that simple.

He just had to do that- and I just had to do this...

"Oh no. Aiden!" The boy standing in the middle of the ring called out in a sharp whisper obviously didn't want to attract attention from the figures walking in the gym. Aiden snapped out of his thinkings and turned around from the corner of the ring he was standing in, to put on the wraps over his knuckles to find the eight-year-old boy, with its wide-eyed brown visions, black thick hair coated his forehead as he gazed nervously back and forth between the figures walking towards them and Aiden.

Aiden hoisted his brow slowly as the boy gaped back at Aiden with dilated eyes. "Make it look like I've worked hard." He rushed out his words, beckoned Aiden to come over. He raised his other eyebrow at the anxious and impatient boy that had been calm for 15 minutes.

"Why-" Aiden attempted to inquire as to why Leo, was his name, suddenly became in a hurry but he cut him off by whisper-yell, "just do it!" Leo waved his arms by his sides as he glanced over to the people walking to them.

Aiden shrugged slightly, not finding the care to ask as he snatched his water bottle in his hand and walked up to the eight-year-old boy that stood in the middle of the ring, black training clothes like Aiden, and crouched down. He flipped his water bottle upside down and squeezed out the water onto Leo's head. Leo gasped surprised at the sudden wetness on his head before the liquid coated his eyes. Aiden dropped his water bottle once he thought it looked enough and then grabbed his towel from his shoulder and ruffled roughly Leo's hair with it.