Angel's Devils

Chapter 1: Pauverty

She was frail, weak and death sat nearby. She sat by the small window that let a small patch of sunlight peek in and cast rays over her white thinning hair. She was deaf and blind but, since she never spoke people assumed that she was a mute too. She sat still staring down at her thin pale hands in her old battered wheelchair. Her son, Heath Paice, sat quietly eating his apple, staring at his mother sitting alone in the small tiny living room. His brown eyes traveled up and down her old beige sleeping gown, examining it. Then suddenly, footsteps echoed from the hallway and his younger brother Tyler Paice appeared in his pajamas looking tired and exhausted, his golden hair all ruffled up from sleep. He looked at him and lowered his head rapidly.

“Good morning brother,” Heath muttered and shot Tyler a smirk. His younger brother let out a grunt and kept his gaze to the ground. “Hey, what’s up with your eye?”

“Nothing,” Tyler muttered raising his hand quickly and covered his right eye. “Good morning.”

Heath threw the apple core in the nearby little garbage bin and walked over to the mini replica of him. “Show me your eye, I saw that it is bruised and I want to know why.”

Tyler struggled as his brother reached out and began pulling at his hand. “Let…go!” At the end Heath won and managed to pull his brother’s hand away. The two stood in silence. Heath was looking questioningly at him while Tyler avoided his gaze.

“Aw God, please tell me the cops will not show up at our house again!” Heath said in a tired voice and he rubbed his temples wearily. “Tyler, how many times do I have to tell you not to get into fights with the rich kids?!”

“It’s not my fault!” Tyler defended. “They keep on ganging up on me, I have to fight! Everyday they bully me; they never lay off until I throw a couple of fists at their faces!”

“You can ignore them, Tyler!” Heath half shouted. “They are jealous of you. That is all!”

“Jealous of what?!” Tyler shouted back clenching his fists. “Jealous that my dad is dead, my mom is disabled and ill, that I’m poor?!” He let out a chuckle, “C’mon Heath, you can make a better excuse than that!” He shook his head and walked back to the narrow hallway, “You’re not my parent to stop me from doing anything, and as soon as I’m eighteen I’m out of here.” He smirked and walked back to his bedroom.

“You better start dressing; you have to drop Lily off to school!” Heath shouted after him. “You’re such a pain in the ass.” He went to the full length mirror beside the front door and examined himself. His blond hair was all nicely winded to the side, his black vest was clean and his red tie was shining. His name tag on his chest looked brand new. He looked so formal down until his jeans and shoes. He had some black brand kicks and black jeans. He couldn’t afford any suite pants or formal shoes. He even tried on his father’s suites and shoes but they were all too small and large. His dad was a very short chubby man, unlike him, who is very tall, elegant, toned, and lean. His brother was same built except a little shorter and instead of warm brown eyes, he had dark troubled ocean blue like eyes.

Kicking some shoes to the side out of the way to the door, a small voice made him stop. It was his little eight year old sister. Heath turned around, putting on a smile, she was all dressed for school. Lily Paice was in her little blue and black skirt and shirt, her long beautiful silky golden like hair was flowing past her shoulders and below her back.