Chapter 161

Smiled

“Of course, I will, but first, finish these, and then, you will join me in the kitchen” he finally stated, and walked away, young Sylvester ran upstairs to get change.

He retreated from the window and went to where the lady's dead body was, he hung her on the shoulder and carried her out of the house.

He opened the trunk booth and laid her inside, he drove kilometers away from the City, and diverted into a coastal land.

Sylvester parked his trunk and alighted from it, he looked around, before going behind the trunk, he pulled the dead lady's corpse out, and lay on the ground.

Furthermore, he entered the trunk and drove back to the tarred road.

Not only that, but he sighed heavily and remembered about his childhood days with George, Young Sylvester met George flipping through a newspaper.

George lifted his face and saw him standing some meters away from him, “is anything the matter, son, speak?” he said, coaxing him.

“I am bored by staying at home, can we go to the park?” he requested, George folded the newspaper.

“Of course” he said, simply, and took his arm, both of them went out of the house.

Sylvester screeched the tires and stepped on the brake, the car came to a halt on the side of the tarred road, he slammed his palm on the wheel, and hit the throttle, he reclined on the chair and caught a glimpse of a man and a lady struggling.

He immediately recalled his past once again.

Young Sylvester stood nervously. Before his childhood girlfriend, Abigail, she looked unhappy with him.

“You left the school?” she accused him, her face sad.

Sylvester didn't know how to react to that question, he was about to say something, when a young boy about their age came over, and placed his arm around Abigail's shoulder, smiling sheepishly.

He clenched his fists, glaring at him “Abigail, you shouldn't worry about him, he is a coward, and doesn't deserve the school flower at all” he said, Sylvester squinted his eyes at him, and recognized him as Biggie's friend.

He relaxed and walked away, ignoring the both of them, he walked to George, who was talking to a lady, and grabbed his hand.

"Let's go” he said, trying to calm himself, George sensed trouble, and escorted him out of the children park, immediately, they got into the car.

He trapped him in his arms, young Sylvester's eyes turned bright red, his breaths quicken, his nails elongated and sharpened, his face turned snow-white, and around his forehead visible lines surfaced.

“Let me go!” he howled, his fangs elongated.

“Calm down, son, it is alright” George pleaded, coaxing him to stop getting more furious.

After a few minutes of struggle, him calm down, and his eyes returned to normal, George breathed softly, he passed him a pint of blood, and watched him feed.

“What is the matter, Sylvester?” he asked him, he turned to him, and sighed.