And Then, There Was Fire.

five.

"Yeah?" Trey answered his mother's call after making his way through the house to her office.

He walked up to her dark woodened desk, leaning his elbows on the back of a leather chair in front of her large desk. He noticed the familiar papers in front of her, papers that he printed earlier and had forgotten. "Why are you doing this to yourself, Tremaine?" She asked in a sigh, leaning back into her desk chair.

Once her eyes lowered, she opened them again to look up at him, waiting for an answer. "I have the right to know." He shrugged nonchalantly. He ignored her requests every week, every month, and every year to stop searching for answers.

"Every child has the right to know but if it's for your own good, just-" She began with the repetitive response that she uses too often. He rolled his eyes, ready to turn around. "LEAVE IT ALONE." Her voice rose, causing him to turn back around in a slouched position.

"You're making it more than it is. I could care less if I see that nigga, I just need to know anything more than I already know about him." He argued. This was a point that she couldn't argue with anymore, however, she had a promise to live by which caused her to remain quiet. "That's his real name, isn't it?" He asked once she fell silent. She didn't want to answer him, because he'd only be closer to knowing a hidden truth.

She couldn't help but look back down at the name Neveredes on the printed paper. "Please, for me?" She begged with pleading eyes instead of answering it his question, requesting that he stop looking into it.

He gave up, knowing she wasn't going to budge. He smiled before he nodded in compliance, but they both knew he wasn't done until he knew everything about his father, so that he could figure out the unexplained aspects of himself that makes him, him.

He glanced around her large office briefly, an office that was frequently used for her conferences with other members of her private medical practice. He then tapped the leather chair he leaned against before turning to leave, just as his smile dropped immediately.

He grew frustrated, mostly because he got caught again. He then pulled his phone out of his pocket and began texting Devahn and Marlon in their group text, another close friend of his, to see what they were up to so he could get out of the house in order to get his mind off of what just happened.

At times he regretted not having a real job like most of his friends, but he also enjoyed the luxury of having almost everything paid for him by his mother and a trust fund from his mysterious father. He would typically grow bored with not having much to do once he went off to college, constantly switching majors because they weren't challenging enough, until he found his niche in firefighting.

He impatiently waited for Devahn and Marlon's reply, pacing his large room while tossing a basketball in his hands. He didn't want to continue the research into his father because it would just drain him, as it usually would, and he already felt drained for the day for getting nowhere except for finding his last name's origin.

A sensation flew through his body, alarming him that he was becoming hot. Ordinary people would turn a fan on, but this temperature felt good to him, although on some occasions it could lead to a bad outcome. He knew the change in temperature was because of his dropping mood, where the more he hesitated in the house, the more he grew upset.