(4) Traumatic past [4]

Looking at Veren's broken expression, the tall bully didn't care and pushed him along to follow him.

"I have called the private police under our family. You don't have to worry. But your father has told me to inform you to meet him in his room tonight."

All three people ignored Veren as if he didn't exist. They surrounded and stayed near him just to be sure. However, that would be a regret they carry throughout their lives.

"Hahahahaha....kuk, hehehehe..."

A laughter that was borderline madness rang out.

The laughter didn't last for long, Veren started grinding his teeth so hard even the others could hear it.

'If it's like this, it wouldn't matter what I do l, right...? Ugh, I'm underage so I'm sure it wouldn't matter. Yes, it wouldn't matter.....'

The elderly man shook his head as if to pity the kid. The pity didn't last for long though, when he turned towards Veren, he saw him stabbing the tall kid beside him.

"Guhhhhh!!! Ahhh!"

Before the tall bully could even finish screaming, Veren had already pulled out the knife and pounced on the other remaining rich bully.

His whole body was burning with rage, but strangely, his mind continued to function rationally.

He didn't care about anything, he just wanted to let out his emotions somewhere.

Seeing only the tip of the knife penetrating the Bully's stomach, a dissatisfied frown appeared on Veren's face. He immediately used both of his hands to further push the knife, before someone disturbed.

"Ahhhhh!! Help me! This crazy mutt is going to kill me...." The bully tried running away, only to stop, feeling the sharp pain in his stomach.

Veren was kicked aside by Bully's uncle.

"Are you alright!!? Wait a second, the ambulance will be here...."

Veren didn't get up and looked at the sky blankly.

'As I thought, that rich bastard was a weak-ass. It was a good decision to take out the tall guy first....sigh.... what's the point anyway.'

The siren of the police reached Veren, but he felt nothing towards it. It was the same when he got handcuffed and then judged guilty in the court.

"Do you have anything to say to the charges against you?"

"...."

Veren's eyes contained no life or will. He didn't notice yet, but internally his mind was breaking apart.

Before he knew it, Veren found himself in a dark cellar. Which didn't even contain a bed, only a hole that was supposed to be for excreting and stuff.

A pungent odor from the hole hit Veren, causing his face to distort.

'I have to live for 2 years here...? Is that possible...?'

The situation further downed on Veren. He hugged his head, tears streaming down his face.

'Ah...how I wish, I could kill my father....that bitch and my sister, Laila, must be having the time of their life with the child support....'

"Ugh..." Veren felt like his heart would explode from a whirlpool of emotions. But in the end, he only felt further pain.

....

After two years.

Veren didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, no light ever got past the small window of his room.

He lived the whole two years in the dark, leaving aside occasionally being taken out for work.

If someone looked at Veren's eyes now, they would only find darkness within them. No emotions, no thought or will.

"Come out." One of the jailers led Veren out.

Looking at the sun for the first time in a long time, Veren felt like his eyes were punched. It took him a few seconds to adjust properly.

At the entrance of the exit, Veren broke his blank expression for the first time.

Frowning at the two people before him. His mother and Laila, who seemed to have grown up.

"Son....how are you doing...?"

'I really didn't want to see them both. I already feel sick....' Veren's deadpan face seemed to be growing colder by the second. When suddenly, he felt a tug on his pants.

"Brother..." Laila looked at him with shaking eyes.

Veren's mouth shut tighter, he didn't know how to respond to his sister. It was just complicated, he felt like ignoring her, but at the same time wondered if it was all right.

"Tch!" The entrance gatekeeper looked at Veren with dissatisfaction.

However, Veren had made up his mind long ago. His resolve and mind were further honed in jail.

"I want to go visit Grandpa...alone. I need some time to decide what I should do in the future."

Veren didn't change his mind no matter what his mother and sister said. He wanted to move away from here, this place that further made him want to destroy everything.

.....

"Please take care of him, father." Veren's mother spoke to an old man.

Following Veren's will, both his mother and sister left. He looked at his mother's back, remembering what she said a day ago.

"The day when your sister saw you being beaten for the first time.... actually, I let her go that day instead of hiding her..."

These words brought some shock to Veren, along with further disgust.

His mother's face grew dark: "I wanted her to see and experience what you and I went through. And then to choose to help you or be like me...it was all me so don't hate...."

"Shut up." Veren didn't want to hear any further. He ran to the basin and vomited a few times before he began ignoring his mother again.

Veren didn't want to trust anyone again. It would just hurt him in the end.

'I'm sick of it already. I don't want anything to do with anyone. I have to find a way to support my life and move away from them.'

Veren's grandfather looked at him and then nodded his head.

"Those eyes.... your mother told me about your situation but, I didn't think I would see such darkness after such a long time."

Veren frowned listening to his grandfather's cold voice.

In a few days, Veren understood the weird feeling he got from his grandfather.

'He is a crazy religious person....what God of death and shit is he talking about.'

"Sigh..." Sighing to himself, Veren looked at his new mobile. It was given to him by his mother.

He didn't just observe his grandfather in the past few days. He completed his favorite novel - 'the rise of the holy empire'. He felt excitement reading it even after so long.

'Let's try being an author...'

Veren didn't expect himself to do quite well in this field at that time.

.....

Back to the present.

Years had passed and Veren had turned 26 years old.

After washing his face, he looked at the locket that hung on his neck. The red Gem in its center glowed brighter in an eerie way.