The Return of Dion Blackfield

The abusive families.

In the dimly lit basement of the Remington mansion, a young and vulnerable Dion, merely a 16-year-old boy, found himself ensnared in a living nightmare. The room, damp and foreboding, was a stark contrast to the opulence that characterized the rest of the mansion.

It was a day like any other, one of countless instances of mistreatment. Dion had grown accustomed to their cruelty but never desensitized to the pain. His once vibrant spirit had withered over the years, crushed beneath the weight of their relentless anger.

Victor and Marcus Remington, his stepfather and older half-brother, stood before him, their faces twisted with fury. The cause of their wrath, as it had been countless times before, remained a mystery to Dion. The harsh words and blows fell upon him like a relentless storm.

"Useless!" Marcus spat the word as if it were poison, his eyes locked onto Dion's trembling form. "You're nothing but a burden to this family."

Dion tried to speak, to explain himself, but words seemed futile in the face of their rage. His voice wavered as he stammered, "I... I don't understand."

Victor's voice was a thunderous boom, and his hand struck out with brute force. The impact sent Dion sprawling to the ground, his body aching. "You're a stain on the Remington name, boy!"

The basement offered no refuge, no escape. It was their private chamber of torment, where Dion had borne witness to their unrelenting anger countless times before. Their cruel words had left scars on his soul that no one could see, but their physical abuse had left marks that marred his young body.

As the blows continued to rain down, Dion's mind drifted away from the basement's cold, damp reality. He sought solace in his dreams, a place where he could be free, where he could escape the torment that had become his life. In those moments, he found refuge in the belief that one day, he would break free from the Remingtons' grasp.

But in the present, his body absorbed the pain, and his heart ached from the constant rejection, hatred, and violence that seemed to define his existence within the Remington family. He was left to question what he had done to deserve this torment.

And if there was one thing he remembered, it was that they were always angry with him for no reason.

(Few months later).

The grand office of Victor Remington, bathed in the soft,golden glow of a chandelier, was the epitome of opulence. But on this particular evening, the room held an ominous air . Dion stood before his father's imposing desk,his shoulders slumped, on his face, there was a fading bruise.

Victor's eyes cold and unforgiving,he paced behind his huge mahogany desk,his fingers drumming impatiently on its polished surface.

"Dion", he seethed,his voice dripping with disappointment;" these grades are unacceptable. You are a Remington and the Remingtons excel in all aspects of life".

Dion dared not to look his father in the eye, he knew that would anger his father more." I am sorry ,father. I will do better next time."

But Victor's patience had worn thin. With a thin harsh movement, be knocked down a stack of papers off his desk, Then the back of his hand connected to Dion's cheek, sending him staggering back and then Dion felt a great pain in his stomach, it turns out that his father had kicked him in the rib. Dion's vision blurred for a moment and he tasted blood.

He knew he could not fight back; it would only make things worse. He silently endured the blows that rained down and upon him,his Father's anger manifesting in each painful strike.

Hours later,bartered and bruised,Dion limped through the desolate Streets of the city toward the secret sanctuary - an abandoned warehouse nestled on the outskirts.

The pain in his body paled in comparison to the torment he felt inside. He was a Remington, a name synonymous with power, and yet he was powerless in the face of his father's wrath.

The warehouse door creaked open,revealing the dimly lit interior. The space was transformed into a haven of comfort and secrecy by Eden's artistic touch. In one corner, a makeshift computer setup hummed to life,the screens displaying lines of Code only Eden could decipher.

In another,a section was filled with mats and punching bags,where Dion honed his martial arts skills .

Eden,seated at her computer,glanced up at the sight of Dion's battered form. Her general eyes widened in shock and she rushed to his side.

"Dion!What happened?" she exclaimed, her voice filled with concern.

Dion winced as he recounted the evening's events, the pain in his body intensified by the retelling. It's just my grades. He couldn't accept anything less than perfection ". Even though Marcus never has never gotten anywhere near an A-, he never scolds him. I think maybe it's because I killed my mom, I " before he could finish what he was saying,

Eden shut him up saying "Do not complete that sentence Dion, you know that is not true . I am a hundred percent sure that you did not kill your mom. There is no excuse for your dad abusing you. I just don't understand why they hate us so much"

Tears welled up in Eden's eyes as she gently attended to Dion's wounds"what did we do to them for them to hate us so much, it's not our fault that we were born".

Dion hated to see Eden cry" Stop crying,genius. You do not want to look like a raccoon,do you"

Eden was shocked at that statement" stop teasing me Dion". Then both of them burst out in laughter. " You are not going to let that go,are you Dion" Eden said with a pout. " I am very sorry Eden," Eden looked at him suspiciously "Okay you caught me, I am not sorry" Dion said as he laughed. They had completely forgotten about their sorrows.

(Back at Eden's House)

Eden's House was a bleak place,The crumbling MANSION echoed with footsteps of her tormentors- her mother Beatrice and her envious older sister,Amelia.

Eden with her scattered hair and rumpled clothes,Sat at the dining table surrounded by textbooks and papers, her eyes heavy with exhaustion.

Beatrice, a woman whose cold gaze could freeze the soul ,paced back and forth, her disdain evident in every step. " Eden these grades are disgraceful for a Greene, and the Greene family does not tolerate mediocrity.

Tears welled up in Eden's emerald as she hung her head in shame. " "But I got an A+ in all other subjects mother"Eden said . Immediately she said that,she felt a stinging pain on her cheek. Her mother had slapped her. " Did I say you could talk,Eden. So you have began to talk back to your elders, am I right Eden". Beatrice said with hatred dripping from her words.

Amelia,her sister watched with a malicious glint in her eyes. She had always been envious of Eden's intelligence and any mistake by her younger sister WS an opportunity to tear her down further.

" Look at her mother, Amelia sneered with disdain " she is always pretending to be perfect in front of everyone, but she is nothing special ".

Beatrice cold expression turned into a dark smirk as she joined in insulting Eden." You think your little hideaway with that Remington boy will save you? It won't, you are not going anywhere Eden".

With these words, Beatrice locked Eden in her room. After locking Eden in the room, Amelia said to Beatrice "Mother , Eden always pretends to be perfect, but look at her, she can't do anything properly. I think a little beating will shape her up in no time" Amelia knowing how much her mother despised her little sister,was very happy now that she had an opportunity to inflict pain on Eden. "Now Eden will not have a moment of rest in this house".

On the other hand,Beatrice was on deep thought,'maybe Amelia is right, after all if it weren't for that old man, I would not have to continue taking care of her. Maybe she will learn to obey my orders more if I discipline her more'. She thought as she went back to her room.

( In Eden's room)

Her heart aches as she watched the sunlight fade through the small,barred window. She was trapped once again, her dreams of escaping slipping further away.

She continued to think about her life" am I that ugly and useless".She asked herself as she looked in the mirror. She saw a girl with emerald eyes framed with thick glasses and acne scattered all over her face. After a minute of looking in the mirror, she decided to call her the one person who understood her pain like no other.

With trembling fingers, Eden sent a message to Dion.

Eden: Dion, locked in room again. Can't come to the hideout tonight.

Dion: I understand, Eden.

Eden: Dion, can I ask you a question, but I want a truthful answer.

Dion: Ask away,cupcake, you know that I can never lie to you.

Eden: Am I ugly.

Dion: No.

Eden: But I have so many acnes and I wear ugly glasses.

Dion: It's your mother again right, she said those hurtful things to you. Am I right?

Dion knew about how Beatrice and Amelia always insulted Amelia, so he instantly knew that it was them that caused her to feel insecure.

Dion: Do not listen to them,Eden. You are beautiful the way you are. It is just puberty, and about the glasses your mother could have easy gotten you a beautiful one, but she didn't. But that doesn't mean you are ugly,Eden.

Eden: Thank you,Dion.

Dion : no thanks remember, I will always be there for you.

The two of them chatted the night away,talking about graduation, college and their goals. Their They had little hope in their situation and we're close to giving up. But things were going to change. The question is: is it for better or for worse.