Mother

You came from a prestigious family, where each one of your siblings were well known in society. From a young age, you were always told what to do, how to dress, how to act and even choose whom you associated yourself with.

Your parents were unamused with their child’s desire to go into the hero business. Quite disappointed that their child wasn’t going in the direction they expected them to go. Everything you did was dictated for you, your entire life was set in stone.

That is, until you decided to go your own way.

Arguments became a daily thing in your family. While your father came to terms on what you wanted to do, your mother still insisted on forcing you to do what she thought was best.

Your siblings ended up drifting from you over the years but you didn’t mind as much. Your mother’s opinion was more heart breaking. All your life, you had done everything to gain her approval, you pushed your own dreams and tried to go down the path she set out for you.

Whether it was in your studies or activities, you'd always try your best to do better, to meet her expectations. It seemed as though no matter what you did, it never met her expectations. To her, any activity that didn't help you build up the career she wanted you in, was useless. At the time, your elder siblings were quite nice and encouraged you with whatever you did, but even that ceased after a while. As time went on, they were busy with their studies and to make their parents happy.

You never minded how controlling your mother was, because at times she was the only person who would show a crumb of affection.

She kept you in the house for a while, because she believed that you wouldn't go and deviate from the path, she set out for you.

Of course, at some point she realised that wasn't the case.

Cordelia looked at you. "Surely, you jest? What fool would put down the offer of joining such a well-known college, and for the rich as well," she said, moving towards you while your father stood in the back, deep in thought. "As a child of this family, you shouldn't sully the family name."

"I stand by what I said, it's my life, I should be able to do what I desire," you said looking your mother in the eyes.

"Your life?" she seethed at you. "Let me remind you who keept you in the house for so long. We raised you, for you to make us proud, my word is final." She finished with glaring at you.

"Dear, it is what they want to do. They could do well, we'll never kno—"

"Shut it! You are another reason why they’re so disorderly," she screeched at her husband. "Always taking their side, do I have no worth to you as a wife? Learn to discipline your child once in a while." She glared at the man.

Your father opted to stay quiet, seeing how saying anything would lead to a larger argument. The man had quite the temper but he knew how to compose himself when needed.

You stared at the woman; she didn't want you to pursue your dreams? That was fine; you had plenty of other options to anger her.

Your mother slammed the door to your room open before dumping your belongings on the floor.

"Out, now!"

You looked at the woman who had her fists clenched, looking at you in rage.

"After all I’ve done, this is what you do? Do you realise how damaging this is to our reputation, huh? I’ve had enough with you! Pack your things and move out by tomorrow or I’ll personally drag you out," she said, slamming the door shut.

The woman didn't have to be so angry, all you did was apply to a different collage, nothing that bad. Well, sure it wasn't exactly the best but it would do. Either way, you wouldn't be able to stay here longer, nor did you desire too.

To put simply, the women had no third child after that. Which was a plus to you, at least you didn't have to deal with shitty rich kids every four seconds. But it still hurt; you did everything for the woman to be acknowledged.

You looked at the woman for a second before grabbing Blythe's hand, but you were stopped when the woman decided to speak.

"So, you’re doing well?" she asked, still facing away from you.

"Of course," you replied, balling your fists and refusing to look at her. Blythe noticed how furious you were upon seeing the women.

"I see. I suppose you've achieved your dreams of becoming a hero then?" she asked softly.

She was mocking you, wasn't she? You wished you could tell her how good you were doing but here you were, with no money to your name and stuck with a bunch of villains. Perhaps if you listened to her, you'd be doing better. You opened your mouth to reply to her but you were interrupted.

"Even better, lady." Your head snapped up, worried what Blythe was about to say. "I mean, you would too if you were living a life of luxury," she said smirking.

"Quantum, isn't it?" Cordelia replied, turning to face her.

"The one and only."

"I don't remember asking you a question," she replied, starring coldly at Blythe.

"Ah, is that so? Well, I don't give a shit." She laughed, flipping her off before dragging with her.

"Thanks for that," you mumbled under your breath, your mood now ruined.

"No problem," she said, snapping out of her thoughts.

Darius looked at his mother disappointed. "You had the chance to make things better, yet you didn't. Is your pride more important to you?" he asked as he observed the way his mother's hands were clenching her dress.

Sighing, he opened the door before turning to her once again. "You'll watch this entire family crumble with your own eyes."

She watched her son slam the door. Perhaps... it was best to let the family crumble, she still would be well-off either way. That was all that mattered — she was all that mattered to her.