Post by Dreamkiller on Jun 29, 2021 19:34:00 GMT -5
Chapter 15
The day he left.
Fourteen Years Ago
I remember it like it was yesterday. The day the cracks first started to show in the facade of the wholesome family unit my father had created. The public image he showed to his friends, neighbours, workmates. The giant lie of a smiling, safe, loving family. The mask he wore as that of a great father. See from the outside everyone envied him and us. They looked at his children and smiled.
Jaxon who was 16, tall, athletic, good looking. Naturally gifted with blessed genetics from our fathers side. Never having to lift a weight or work hard to build an impressive physique. He was 6’5 at that age with more room to grow. He had jet black hair like myself and Amber, taken from our mother’s side. Amber was 14, I was 11 and Tasmin...poor sweet little Tasmin was 8. She had platinum blonde hair and unlike the green eyes that the three of us shared she had bright blue eyes as beautiful as the mediterranean sea.
People saw us and the smiles we had. Forced ones that we had learned to look genuine. All of us were actors of the highest order. Jaxon knew how to hide bruises and scars. Amber knew how to hide her inner pain. I knew how to look the other was. And Tasmin was lucky. She was oblivious...too young to see it. But one day it all changed. The day we woke up to yelling and bellowing. Not that it was anything out of the ordinary.
“Where is the little cunt?!?!” Our father yelled as I heard something smash against the kitchen wall. I looked across the room to Tasmin's bed, her little head popping up startled. She knew about the yelling and screaming but as far as anything else, she was untouched. Never feeling the back of his hand, never seeing his hand strike mother or Jax. “His clothes are gone, he ain’t in his room. WHERE THE FUCK DID HE GO?” His voice bellowed again, I heard mother’s voice as she tried to lower the volume so we couldn’t hear. I shook my head at Tasmin and she laid down holding her pillow over her head.
I heard Ambers door open, I knew she was standing behind it, looking through a small crack. Then I heard it. The unmistakable sound of flesh on flesh. My mother's body hit the floor. The thing is I didn’t hate my father in that moment. We all knew what he was like. I hated Jaxon. He left and didn’t care about the fallout. What we’d all have to go through. This had made father angry, he’d take it out on mother. Then get drunk and angry. Then Amber or I would pay. Amber would make sure of it to protect Tasmin, but at the time I didn’t know it...at the time I thought I was the only one.
Ambers door shut lightly, I still heard it, but I don’t think he did. No father was too busy, to angry. I grit my teeth and growled under my breath. I switched off, I felt nothing. Even my hatred for my brother faded away for a time. The cracks were starting to show. He would have to explain where his oldest had gone...why he had disappeared. And we would all pay the price…
Ten Years Later.
“I don’t give a fuck…”
My words spat with hatred and venom. My hands balled into fists as I folded my arms over my chest to hide the fact it got to me at that level. Amber shook her head and leans back against the wall folding her arms over her chest as well. She stared at me and narrowed her eyes in a way that was meant to intimidate me. Too bad I wasn’t a little girl anymore. I raised an eyebrow and scoffed rolling my eyes. She didn’t like that at all stepping forward getting right up to my face. “He’s our brother…”
“Since fucking when?” I growled, I stepped closer meeting Ambers advance, not backing down. It was a power play. When we were kids Amber would stand over me, she always got her way. It’s too bad now I was a grown ass woman and I was also bigger than her. Amber sneered and tilted her head, her eyes burning with frustration. “He walked out, did you just forget that?”
She pushed forward coming almost nose to nose with me. “Of course not! But…” She stopped and swallowed hard stepping back, I think it hit her why I was angry, that I had a right to be. She couldn’t tell me how to think or how to feel, a wave of acceptance hitting her. “He’s family Kay. He was young, can’t you just talk to him?” I looked away, she was trying to get in my head, feel bad about it and pity him. And the worst part is? It was working. I sighed and swallowed hard, she knew it was working, she reached out lightly touching my arm. “You can’t turn your back, all we have is each other.”
I groaned, throwing my hands in the air. “Fine. I’ll talk to him.”
Amber gave me a nod and smiled stepping forward to give me a hug. I flinched and sneered, I hated that she won, I hated that she broke me down and made me cave in. “Thank you. Tasmin is with him now, she missed him.” I rolled my eyes.
“Of course she did.”
“Come over to mine tomorrow, I’ll cook us lunch, we can get together..Tas, you, me and Jaxon.” She smiled and tapped me on the arm again, she turned and made her way towards my door, and growled again and grabbed my phone shooting off a quick text to Matt. I told him what was going on, why I agreed to it and how angry it made me before slamming my phone down. I was going to have to play nice, I was going to have to smile and act like it didn’t bother me. For Tasmins sake. But I wasn’t sure I could….
Strange Bedfellows.
“This is fucked…”
Kayla Richards, in her usual manner sneers and spits the first words. Her anger is evident as her British accent shines through. Her long black hair tied back away from her face as her top lip curls up and twitches.
“First I get put in a glorified handicap match, and I don’t want to hear how Savannah and Jason went at it in the match, Jason fucking stood there and let his bitch get a win over me, actually, it would probably be more accurate that Jason is the bitch, I mean who the fuck would stand there and let someone else take a win like that? Jason should be called “The King of cucks”. If Billy and I were in a triple threat match I’d take his head clean off his fucking shoulders before I let him get a win over me, and so would he. And why is that? Cause he and I are both more concerned with getting wins and being the best than getting laid. Unfortunately Jason Long is more concerned with getting his dick wet than being a real champion.”
“So, now I have to deal with the fact Savannah Sunshine. SAVANNAH FUCKING SUNSHINE. Has a win over me. Do any of you know how humiliating that is? Pixie I can accept, she atleast showed some fire and has been on a roll, but Savannah? Losing to her makes me think maybe, just maybe I should rip up my Project Honor contract and retire to become a domesticated houseplant like my older sister. Or at the very least go find some easier competition…”
“I wonder if Uprising is hiring…”
“So now Savannah gets to go and celebrate beating me like she actually earned it instead of ganging up on me with her douchebag boyfriend. And that stupid nlittle cuck can use an excuse like he was “shocked” she tried to hit her move on him. I see through all this bullshit. I see what’s happening, the writing is on the wall. I;’m having the deck stacked against me. I should have seen it coming, I should have realised it. But, the problem for all of you, especially the king of cucks, is that all it’s going to do is piss me off…”
Kayla pauses for a moment and narrows her eyes.
“And this week, the resident shit stirring GM we have decided to put two teams who can’t stand each other against a team who is an actual team. Or at least I think they are. The celestial envoys have zero information about them through any official Project Honor sources. Which is great for research purposes. But let's get back to the real issue here. Demarco thinking he’s being clever. Forcing Jason Long and I to team together. It’s just as entertaining as making Fairweather and Pyro team up. And this fact right here should tell you how I feel about this irish cuck asshole.”
“I’d rather team with Pyro…”
“Shocking right?”
“Fairweather and Pyro can’t stand each other, and while I can’t stand either of them, Fairweather is entertaining. As I said before, he has a creative use of the word fuck and I have a special place in my black little heart for a man who can take being thrown off a ladder through a flaming table. But, he’s teaming with Pyro and those two are dysfunctional, and Pyro is the type of guy who would be looking for a reason to snap on him, and lets not forget, I dislike Pyro. Alot. He’s a freak. A total messed up psychopath. And under normal circumstances I’d find that interesting or endearing. But, there’s no layers to his personality. Pyro, you’ve become boring.”
“Burn this, set fire to that. Same shit different day. And aside from a few third degree eyebrow singes what the hell have you done?”
“I’ve set more people on fire than you…”
“You’re a joke, a worm, an idiot and I could forgive all of those things if you weren’t boring. I’m going to get in that ring and make sure you and Fairweather do not get the win, I may hate Jason Long but I hate losing more. And before the last fallout I would have said the same thing about Jason. I would have said I knew I could feel secure because he hates losing too, but after letting Savannah win?...I’m not so sure…”
She rolls her eyes and folds her arms over her chest.
“Pyro, Fairweather even the celestial envoys, they all want to get the win, the Envoys are a team, they have trust in each other, Fairweather and Pyro don’t but I know they’ll do everything they can to walk out winners. I have zero trust or faith in Jason fucking Long. I will be getting in that ring to win, I’ll do whatever it takes and from bell to bell can play nice. But if Long decides he wants to try and watch my back and actually try and win, great, if he wants to watch my back to find a soft spot to stick the knife...well…”
“He’ll get a rude awakening.”
“The second the match is over and the bell rings all bets are off. I’m coming for that Prime championship and I will be coming for Jason Longs head to stick on a pike. But before then I can do what’s needed. I can direct my anger at the Celestial Envoys and PyroWeather. See, I’m not stupid. People see me and think I’m just some fake-titted tattooed bimbo. But the truth, the truth is always more interesting. I am a cold, calculating bitch who would sell her own goddamn grandmother for a championship opportunity. But, momentum in this business is important. And I am not going to sacrifice my momentum and gaining speed to retaliate and cost myself a match for a cheap grudge that can be settled at a later date…”
“Or...will I? I guess we’ll see wont we Jason?...”
The day he left.
Fourteen Years Ago
I remember it like it was yesterday. The day the cracks first started to show in the facade of the wholesome family unit my father had created. The public image he showed to his friends, neighbours, workmates. The giant lie of a smiling, safe, loving family. The mask he wore as that of a great father. See from the outside everyone envied him and us. They looked at his children and smiled.
Jaxon who was 16, tall, athletic, good looking. Naturally gifted with blessed genetics from our fathers side. Never having to lift a weight or work hard to build an impressive physique. He was 6’5 at that age with more room to grow. He had jet black hair like myself and Amber, taken from our mother’s side. Amber was 14, I was 11 and Tasmin...poor sweet little Tasmin was 8. She had platinum blonde hair and unlike the green eyes that the three of us shared she had bright blue eyes as beautiful as the mediterranean sea.
People saw us and the smiles we had. Forced ones that we had learned to look genuine. All of us were actors of the highest order. Jaxon knew how to hide bruises and scars. Amber knew how to hide her inner pain. I knew how to look the other was. And Tasmin was lucky. She was oblivious...too young to see it. But one day it all changed. The day we woke up to yelling and bellowing. Not that it was anything out of the ordinary.
“Where is the little cunt?!?!” Our father yelled as I heard something smash against the kitchen wall. I looked across the room to Tasmin's bed, her little head popping up startled. She knew about the yelling and screaming but as far as anything else, she was untouched. Never feeling the back of his hand, never seeing his hand strike mother or Jax. “His clothes are gone, he ain’t in his room. WHERE THE FUCK DID HE GO?” His voice bellowed again, I heard mother’s voice as she tried to lower the volume so we couldn’t hear. I shook my head at Tasmin and she laid down holding her pillow over her head.
I heard Ambers door open, I knew she was standing behind it, looking through a small crack. Then I heard it. The unmistakable sound of flesh on flesh. My mother's body hit the floor. The thing is I didn’t hate my father in that moment. We all knew what he was like. I hated Jaxon. He left and didn’t care about the fallout. What we’d all have to go through. This had made father angry, he’d take it out on mother. Then get drunk and angry. Then Amber or I would pay. Amber would make sure of it to protect Tasmin, but at the time I didn’t know it...at the time I thought I was the only one.
Ambers door shut lightly, I still heard it, but I don’t think he did. No father was too busy, to angry. I grit my teeth and growled under my breath. I switched off, I felt nothing. Even my hatred for my brother faded away for a time. The cracks were starting to show. He would have to explain where his oldest had gone...why he had disappeared. And we would all pay the price…
Ten Years Later.
“I don’t give a fuck…”
My words spat with hatred and venom. My hands balled into fists as I folded my arms over my chest to hide the fact it got to me at that level. Amber shook her head and leans back against the wall folding her arms over her chest as well. She stared at me and narrowed her eyes in a way that was meant to intimidate me. Too bad I wasn’t a little girl anymore. I raised an eyebrow and scoffed rolling my eyes. She didn’t like that at all stepping forward getting right up to my face. “He’s our brother…”
“Since fucking when?” I growled, I stepped closer meeting Ambers advance, not backing down. It was a power play. When we were kids Amber would stand over me, she always got her way. It’s too bad now I was a grown ass woman and I was also bigger than her. Amber sneered and tilted her head, her eyes burning with frustration. “He walked out, did you just forget that?”
She pushed forward coming almost nose to nose with me. “Of course not! But…” She stopped and swallowed hard stepping back, I think it hit her why I was angry, that I had a right to be. She couldn’t tell me how to think or how to feel, a wave of acceptance hitting her. “He’s family Kay. He was young, can’t you just talk to him?” I looked away, she was trying to get in my head, feel bad about it and pity him. And the worst part is? It was working. I sighed and swallowed hard, she knew it was working, she reached out lightly touching my arm. “You can’t turn your back, all we have is each other.”
I groaned, throwing my hands in the air. “Fine. I’ll talk to him.”
Amber gave me a nod and smiled stepping forward to give me a hug. I flinched and sneered, I hated that she won, I hated that she broke me down and made me cave in. “Thank you. Tasmin is with him now, she missed him.” I rolled my eyes.
“Of course she did.”
“Come over to mine tomorrow, I’ll cook us lunch, we can get together..Tas, you, me and Jaxon.” She smiled and tapped me on the arm again, she turned and made her way towards my door, and growled again and grabbed my phone shooting off a quick text to Matt. I told him what was going on, why I agreed to it and how angry it made me before slamming my phone down. I was going to have to play nice, I was going to have to smile and act like it didn’t bother me. For Tasmins sake. But I wasn’t sure I could….
Strange Bedfellows.
“This is fucked…”
Kayla Richards, in her usual manner sneers and spits the first words. Her anger is evident as her British accent shines through. Her long black hair tied back away from her face as her top lip curls up and twitches.
“First I get put in a glorified handicap match, and I don’t want to hear how Savannah and Jason went at it in the match, Jason fucking stood there and let his bitch get a win over me, actually, it would probably be more accurate that Jason is the bitch, I mean who the fuck would stand there and let someone else take a win like that? Jason should be called “The King of cucks”. If Billy and I were in a triple threat match I’d take his head clean off his fucking shoulders before I let him get a win over me, and so would he. And why is that? Cause he and I are both more concerned with getting wins and being the best than getting laid. Unfortunately Jason Long is more concerned with getting his dick wet than being a real champion.”
“So, now I have to deal with the fact Savannah Sunshine. SAVANNAH FUCKING SUNSHINE. Has a win over me. Do any of you know how humiliating that is? Pixie I can accept, she atleast showed some fire and has been on a roll, but Savannah? Losing to her makes me think maybe, just maybe I should rip up my Project Honor contract and retire to become a domesticated houseplant like my older sister. Or at the very least go find some easier competition…”
“I wonder if Uprising is hiring…”
“So now Savannah gets to go and celebrate beating me like she actually earned it instead of ganging up on me with her douchebag boyfriend. And that stupid nlittle cuck can use an excuse like he was “shocked” she tried to hit her move on him. I see through all this bullshit. I see what’s happening, the writing is on the wall. I;’m having the deck stacked against me. I should have seen it coming, I should have realised it. But, the problem for all of you, especially the king of cucks, is that all it’s going to do is piss me off…”
Kayla pauses for a moment and narrows her eyes.
“And this week, the resident shit stirring GM we have decided to put two teams who can’t stand each other against a team who is an actual team. Or at least I think they are. The celestial envoys have zero information about them through any official Project Honor sources. Which is great for research purposes. But let's get back to the real issue here. Demarco thinking he’s being clever. Forcing Jason Long and I to team together. It’s just as entertaining as making Fairweather and Pyro team up. And this fact right here should tell you how I feel about this irish cuck asshole.”
“I’d rather team with Pyro…”
“Shocking right?”
“Fairweather and Pyro can’t stand each other, and while I can’t stand either of them, Fairweather is entertaining. As I said before, he has a creative use of the word fuck and I have a special place in my black little heart for a man who can take being thrown off a ladder through a flaming table. But, he’s teaming with Pyro and those two are dysfunctional, and Pyro is the type of guy who would be looking for a reason to snap on him, and lets not forget, I dislike Pyro. Alot. He’s a freak. A total messed up psychopath. And under normal circumstances I’d find that interesting or endearing. But, there’s no layers to his personality. Pyro, you’ve become boring.”
“Burn this, set fire to that. Same shit different day. And aside from a few third degree eyebrow singes what the hell have you done?”
“I’ve set more people on fire than you…”
“You’re a joke, a worm, an idiot and I could forgive all of those things if you weren’t boring. I’m going to get in that ring and make sure you and Fairweather do not get the win, I may hate Jason Long but I hate losing more. And before the last fallout I would have said the same thing about Jason. I would have said I knew I could feel secure because he hates losing too, but after letting Savannah win?...I’m not so sure…”
She rolls her eyes and folds her arms over her chest.
“Pyro, Fairweather even the celestial envoys, they all want to get the win, the Envoys are a team, they have trust in each other, Fairweather and Pyro don’t but I know they’ll do everything they can to walk out winners. I have zero trust or faith in Jason fucking Long. I will be getting in that ring to win, I’ll do whatever it takes and from bell to bell can play nice. But if Long decides he wants to try and watch my back and actually try and win, great, if he wants to watch my back to find a soft spot to stick the knife...well…”
“He’ll get a rude awakening.”
“The second the match is over and the bell rings all bets are off. I’m coming for that Prime championship and I will be coming for Jason Longs head to stick on a pike. But before then I can do what’s needed. I can direct my anger at the Celestial Envoys and PyroWeather. See, I’m not stupid. People see me and think I’m just some fake-titted tattooed bimbo. But the truth, the truth is always more interesting. I am a cold, calculating bitch who would sell her own goddamn grandmother for a championship opportunity. But, momentum in this business is important. And I am not going to sacrifice my momentum and gaining speed to retaliate and cost myself a match for a cheap grudge that can be settled at a later date…”
“Or...will I? I guess we’ll see wont we Jason?...”
