Jerome Hampton stared at his son, unable to react. He had never been stunned by anything in the past years, until his son suddenly arrived at his door in full of glamour and wealth. Where had he gotten all that money from? Jerome kept wondering. It’s been six months… or was it seven? He couldn’t really remember. Everything had become a long blur for a very long while, but he always knew when the end was coming. The way Draven had tracked them down to their new environment did not bode well for him. How much did he know? How much was he going to take? Matter of fact, how ignorant was he?He would have known best how to react in these situations if he knew how ignorant Draven really was. But now that he knew nothing, absolutely nothing at all Jerome knew that his chances were slim. His eyes traveled from Draven’s wild ones to his daughters; the razz girls that he had adopted from Meredith, when they all came to live with him. Jerome thought he could be happy, but he’d never felt more pr

Draven continued to watch them silently. As promised, it was a long ass dinner. They were still seated around the table and were unbearably quiet after Margret’s outburst. This was good; it gave Draven some time to rethink his decisions and options again. While coming here, he had thought about a lot of things but was still unsure of revenge. He wanted surety, he wanted love. How hard was it to ask for love from a family member? What were the chances that they would immediately recognize you and proceed to ask for forgiveness for their mistakes? What were the chances then? None. It was none. He’d set some things in motion, of course, and then come here in the hope that his family would have changed. He thought they’d be remorseful about abandoning him all the while, not trying to kill him.This whole poisoning saga opened his eyes to a lot of things; oh so many things. His father married Margaret a few months before his mother’s death, when he was twelve. She tortured him painfully, t

“Now, tell me Jerome, what kind of poison was it?” He asked.Jerome had lost the respect of being called a father a long time ago, but now he’d certainly lost the catch of it. The girls kept staring boldly at their parents. They had been mean and wicked, yes, but they never came off as someone who’d kill other people—especially since the mother risked the life of the whole family just so she could kill Draven.“For you to understand me, you must hear the whole story,” Jerome said.“I’m not sure I’d ever understand your actions, but I have the whole night, man. Let’s get right into it.With that, Draven walked back to the seat. He bent it back and forth, mimicking a rocking chair. “Your mother was stubborn,” he started. “She would not give me any of her properties, not even one to be put in my name.”Draven clicked his tongue, disappointed. “You started off in such a way that people would be compelled to listen to you, Jerome, only for you to spill this rubbish. So greed moved you to

Draven stood in front of his mother’s grave. He felt sad; so fucking sad. There were two sides to a story, and he never heard hers. All he knew was that his father was a selfish son of a bitch who deserved everything evil and more. The audacity to want to claim things that aren’t even yours to begin with, and the fact that he even had to kill the owner. Draven had never agreed with the saying that the heart of men was wicked until now.Now, he stood over the grave and wished he could do more for her than clean it and speak to it. It sparkled in the sun, and the fresh flowers he kept at the foot of the grave gave it a new look. He spent so many hours cleaning her grave and then picking out the most delicate and natural flowers to adorn the grave.When he drove back home, he wondered what he should do next. He felt empty again, without a purpose. Now that he had achieved what disturbed him the most, he was drained and tired. It had been the longest night of his life. He couldn’t even wa

The Next Day...Draven's head was swirling as he had a very long night."Awww..." he moaned as he woke up."Looks like I had fun last night" he asked to himself as his whole body was in pain.The weather around him was a little cloudy. He opened the curtains and the daylight slowly came into the room. He was so tired that he didn't want to do anything but a sudden voice came.It was a crunchy voice from his stomach. He sat up, feeling the hunger gnawing away at him. He got up and went into the kitchen, looking for something to eat. He grabbed some cereal and quickly ate it, feeling satisfied and energized.After he had breakfast he felt sudden energy running out of his body. He decided to go out of his house. He grabbed his keys and wallet and left the house. He headed to the nearest convenience store, where he grabbed a sandwich and a bottle of water. He quickly ate the sandwich and drank the water, feeling reenergized."now it's time to do something interesting" he murmered and made