Prologue-

I’m on the ground bleeding out the building is on fire and my allies are my foes. Yep, that’s me I bet you’re wondering how I ended up in this shitty situation, well, you know how trivial, insignificant thing can change your life right before your eyes? No? Well, I’ll tell you it all started with…

-The incident-

-Chapter 1-

I walk solemnly into the house and begin to clean. I clean for a while, it’s hard

since it’s a pretty big house. I laid down on my bed after being done with my

room I still have a bit left to do, it’s tiring, I start to drift off to sleep then I

hear the front door slam open and closed in a much lighter manner. Inaudible

voices, one yelling, and swearing over something seemingly trivial and the

other, steady and calming. The calming voice is my kind, softhearted, and

determined aunt Jacy. The swearing voice is my loud, angry, and cruel uncle

Iore.

“Leor!” my uncle yells “Get your worthless ass out here or so help me-!”

I walk out hastily and stop a few feet away from them observing the situation

before I step any further.

“Tsk” uncle takes a step towards me

“Don’t take your anger out him.” says my aunt Jacy defensively “He did

nothing wrong”

“He did nothing wrong?!” my uncle yells angrily “He doesn’t do anything!”

“I cleaned,” I mutter

Uncle whipped his head in my direction, a chill ran down my spine

“You what boy? Speak up.”

“Iore, honey, he said he cleaned the house.” my aunt says “You can see it too.”

Aunt Jacy hugs me and I flush, I always loved the warmth of her embrace ever

since I was a child.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” she says in the most soothing voice you could

imagine.

My aunt always put my mind at ease, protecting me however she can,

complimenting me, and overall heightening my self-esteem. She’s always

been my biggest advocate. My uncle, on the other hand, always has

something rude to say to anyone and everyone, me in particular. Never afraid

to speak his mind or show his anger through harsh words and hitting. Being

his nephew never quite made sense to me, my mom from what I remember

and what relatives have told me was very kind closely similar to my aunt.

That’s what made them such close sisters-in-law, which made it even harder

to imagine that she and my uncle were related.

Uncle Iore breaks up our hug “Well he’s clearly not finished.” he says forcingly

to my aunt, and turns to me “Why don’t you go finish up?”

“S-Sure!” I say a little too loudly

“Well aren’t you uppity” my uncle scoffs

I run upstairs still curious about what they were arguing about but glad that I

didn’t have to deal with my uncle any longer. I’m grateful that my room and

the guest rooms are all upstairs while my aunt and uncle are downstairs. It

makes me feel safer in a way, and since my uncle doesn’t really care about

anything that goes on upstairs, my aunt handles guests and decor in the

house while I just clean everywhere...except the basement. My aunt told me

to never go in the basement when I ask why she always says that it’s my

uncle’s “personal space” and not to worry about it. Since it was another big

space I didn’t have to clean I was fine with the boundaries but I always

thought there was something cryptic about my uncle and his interests. He

does things that some people would find scary, he’s really good with a knife,

great at lying, always glaring at someone, and always sneaking around with

freakish stealth and quietness. That’s why I’m constantly jumpy and skittish

when I know he’s within twenty feet of me, his booming voice doesn’t make

his noiseless movement any better. That's what caused this...

To be continued-