Chapter 5: Some eggs are poorly treated.
"Can't believe that they didn't expect that-, what morons." Isaac snickered, after his escapade, even with how much joy he had from the confrontation, he didn't have the motivation to continue on the high and ended up making his way back home. Though before Isaac actually went inside, he made himself comfortable on the roof so he could finish some other people's homework but with it being so late and the last wisps of the cooling sun betraying him, he decided to end his productive parade. Isaac jumped down, walking begrudgingly to the door and unlocking it. The first thing that he notice was the house smelt like someone had just finished cooking. The smell had a light fragrance of acidic lemon chicken and steaming cheesy potatoes scallops that smelt good enough to make his stomach rumble and his mouth salivate.
He looked around vigilantly, quadruple checking his 'suit' wasn't visible unless he was striped down to them. He took of his shoes and clasp the heels in a solid pinch as he eyed his escape route upstairs but sighed knowing that he had to tell his aunt about the groceries, which he had actually paid for and put his bag.
'God, ok. Ok…' He paused, knowing what to do but still being hesitant to do it once he heard the humbuzz of the TV flicker to an almost silent acknowledgment of his presence.
"Who's there." a sweet voice curiously poked it's head from a room in front of him and over from the side of the house which held the kitchen. Isaac shuffled over to where the voice originated from, knowing that this is the easy part of entering to this house. [A figure came into focus and boy what a figure she had. Not that Isaac paid any attention to it.]
"Hey Izzy, did you happen to bring the eggs? Wait, shoot did you even have the money get them? I know you were-"
Isaac ignored the rest of what she said looking into his bag knowing that it held a surprised. He rummaged through it, quickly pulling out a bleached cardboard carton that seemed to be slightly smashed. Isaac fought back laughter with an exhausted smile as hair stuck to his face like a glue trap made out of dried sweat.
'I'm just glad that I didn't forget it.' He chuckled internally.
"It was a rough trip, I was on my way home when-"
His aunt dismissed whatever he had to say with a grateful wave and an encompassing smile that reminded him of his mother, they were related but their niceness is pretty much the two had in common.
"No problemo. I'm just glad you brought something." She opened the carton and indeed there was a few unfortunate soldiers that didn't make it but she simply threw them out and put survivors in the stainless steel fridge.
"ISAAC!.. Get me a beer, NOW!" Another voiced boom out, it was coming from their den. Isaac internally sighed, knowing that this is hardest point of the day and every day.
Isaac felt his heart drop, almost wishing he could shrink and scurry away while he still had the chance but knowing his uncle Uncle Adrian, he would eventually find the best way to make him miserable even in that state. Isaac looked at the fridge but his aunt quickly opened it, passing one of the assortment of beers that were in the fridge. She looked at him with a knowing, sympathetic look.
'The hardest thing is that, it's only me- no one else. Not Liz, or Aunt D.. which I should be happy about, but what the fuck is so wrong with me?' Isaac held the thought until it became too heavy on his mind to hold. He walked into nicely decorated den, the house in it's entirety was fairly nice even if they did only live in queens and not the ultimate suburbia you would find in other states or even their own. Isaac handed the beer to his Uncle who smiled maliciously before it disappeared like it never there in the first place.
"What, no bottle opener dumb ass?" Adrian brushed his action off, Isaac never felt the urge to sock someone in the face more than he did now but he bite hit bottom lip, his fang easily piercing his enhanced skin causing rose colored liquid to dribble slightly. Isaac quickly tried to hide his glare looking down at the nice walnut stained hardwood floor as he grabbed the beer back. Popping it open with the back of his nail, the bottle cap that would usually shoot off was caught before it could have the freedom.
"What are you, a barbarian? No way you cleaned your hands and you just going to touch the part I'm about to drink. Isaac look at me." Isaac hid his emotion behind his face, staring with dead eyes that flickered with the ideation of homicide.
"Are you fucking stupid?" Uncle Adrian asked without a hint of the question being rhetorical. Isaac swallowed his next paragraph worth of thoughts, slurs, insults or whatever his brain conjured up.
"No, sir" Isaac's voice trailed off at the end.
"NO WHAT?" Adrian asked again.
"No Sir" Isaac repeated. Adrian had grown an inconceivably small smirk that was hidden behind eyes that were steeled, welded with stoicism but Isaac knew his uncle was just a pure asshole.
"That's it- Now go get me another beer and a fucking bottle opener."
"Yes sir." Isaac said, clutching his shoes to death. He turned and left, hearing a voice behind him.
"Fucking kids disrespectful nowadays, Thinking that he owns shit around here because- he got a…"
Isaac turned as he canceled out the noise due to the violence that he wanted to inflict. His aunt looked at him, whispering to his ear.
"Go, upstairs. I'll handle him. I-, take a shower and thank you for the the carton of eggs." His aunt kissed his forehead and allowing him to keep the beer. He felt the mixed emotions swirl like rapids in his head but not able to clear his mind to think logically, he took it with him. And silently climbed up the stairs with efficiency. He walked to the end of the hall where his room lied and with his uncoupled restraint, closed the door and sighing, releasing only a minuscule rage out before he took a swill of beer. He refused to let it's musty taste make his face cringe as he looked at his laughably small room that surrounded his eyesight.