Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Fantasy

Alastor King was a simple man. He worked twelve hours a day, six days a week of  hard labor. All he expected when he got home is that everything was a perfect. He wanted to come in to a clean home with a cold beer and hot dinner waiting for him with his TV remote on the side. And if even one of things were off, he would remind everyone in the home that it was his domain that they were all allowed to stay in. Alex and Gregory would often come home from scavenging to find their mother cleaning frantically, jumping when she heard them come in. But life wasn't always rough. When the two were younger the family use to team up for game night: Gregory with Alastor and Alex with Aalin. That seemed to be the way it always was, a home dived into teams. Gregory focuses were on getting stronger, girls, and challenging his father to drinking games while Alex focused on painting, singing and philosophy. Alex was always a mama's "boy", they seemed to never leave her side. If Alex left for too long, theur mother would have "accidents". One day after coming home from the schoolhouse, Alex came into the kitchen to see Aalin sleeping on the couch, deciding not wake her, Alex did her chores for her while Gregory blasted NWA in his headphones in his room. While washing  dishes, Alex paused to do one of their favorite hobbies: trying on Aalin's clothes. Alex slipped into their parents room and put on Aalin's pumps and looked in the mirror, filling with glee. But the glee soon dissipated as the smell of sweat and Hennessy filled the house: Alastor was home. As quickly as they could, Alex ran to the kitchen, but it was too late, Alastor was waiting for them in there. 
"What the fuck is going on here?" Alstor sluured. 
"No plate. No beer. No fucking remote!" he roared throwing his jacket to the floor.
"Dad, I can expla-" Alex tried to plead before the impact stopped their speech and their mouth filled with blood. 
By this time, Aalin was starting to stir, but Gregory was still lost in his music.
"It's one thing that that bitch is napping, but I will not tolerate any son of mine doing this "fairy" shit." Alastor says, pointing at the pumps and the pink house apron Alex has on. 
"I'm no son of yours." Alex says while looking into Alastor's eyes and wiping the blood from their mouth. 
Alstor gets closer with a growing rage in each step and stares at Alex, who isn't backing down. 
"You little piece of-" Alastor says, raising his backhand but being interrupted by a knee in the groin. Alex dashes out the front door, not looking back once as the heels break, and their mother and brother are left behind.