chapter 8

" Draven you useless child. Avail yourself immediately" his father shouted.

Draven was angered for being called in the middle of the night and having his peacefully sleep destroyed.

" What is it old man " he asked mockingly. He was shocked to see him holding a machete.

" I am going to kill you all" he yelled. Draven could have guessed he was drunk but he did not look like someone who was high.

His mother and brother came there too. Everybody seemed to have been woken up from their sleep.

" I will kill you all" he yelled again " You worthless woman. I lost my love because of your stupid son.

The blood on this machete belongs to her"

Draven had imagined his father would be hurt but he had never imagined he would go to the extent of killing someone.

He saw him raise the machete towards his mother. His mother raised her hands to block her head but got a very severe cut on her arms.

When he saw blood seeping out of the wound he felt a strange energy run through his body.

He pushed away his father and disarmed him. Even he was surprised by the sudden strength he had. He swooped him off balance and descended on him with blows.

He punched his father mercilessly until blood flowed from his face.

As if he had been possessed he could not bring himself to stop. In his heart he wanted to stop but his body did otherwise.

By the time Brandon got hold of him it was too late. His old man was already on his death bed.

" You will have a miserable life. You will suffer a lot. You will shed tears everyday. Guilt will kill you from inside and you will be lonely for the rest of your life" his father said as he breath his last.

He was no more. He was dead but Draven feared that the curse might haunt him for the rest of his life.

" What have you done?" His mother asked while wailing loudly.

" You are a psychopath. A ruthless murderer" Brandon yelled.

Draven stood still with his hands shaking. He could not believe that he had killed his own father.

" His blood shall haunt you forever. Is this how you thought you would solve my problems. I pray to the almighty that no one ever gets a son like you" his mother rebuked.

Draven completely broke down. The last thing he needed was to be cursed by his mother.

The police came but Draven was not imprisoned as they took it as a case of self defense.

The cut on his mother was evidence enough. Draven wished that they would sent him to prison rather than hate him.

Receiving his mother's hatred was too much of a punishment for him to bear.

Days passed by without any of his family members talking to him.

After eight days his mother stayed in her room all day. She did not come out even for a moment.

Draven grew worried and went to her room. He knocked on the door but no one answered.

" If you don't open the door I will bring it down" he yelled. Still no response.

He kicked the door open with all his might and it came crashing down.

His heart stopped when he saw his mother's body handing on a rope. He could not believe that she had hanged herself.

He saw a letter lying on the bed. He opened it and read it:

' Draven my son. I know you will be hurt a lot by the time you are reading this letter but I need you to understand that I had no other choice.

Even though I was angry with you I have never hated you. I loved you ever since you were born and even as I write this letter I still love you dearly.

Probably you will be hurt the most since you were closest to me. I pray that you don't blame yourself or feel guilty for my death.

I just couldn't keep on living knowing that you killed your father because of me.

I wish I had left him a long time ago. Had I done that today we would be living a blissful life.

I apologise for not giving you the happy family that you deserved. I apologise more for living you alone at a time like this.

I am the guilty one here and you are innocent. I am to blame for father's death. I am to blame for giving you a miserable life.

I made a very bad decision without thinking of how it would affect you. It is with a heavy heart that I write this letter to you.

I pray to the almighty that you may find your path to redemption and never give up on life like I did.

You were right when you said I was a foolish woman because I am. I fell for a monster foolishly and it is because of me my children grew into animals like him.

But you are different. Everything you did whether good or bad was for my own sake. You tried all your best to make me happy.

I hope that you may find happiness an a happy companion.

I pray that your father's curse may never come true.

I bear no grudge against you. All I have in my heart is immense love for you.

I hope you will live in peace with your brother and never fight each other.

I love you my sons dearly than anything else in this world.

Please move on with your life and be happy. Do not dwell on sad memories.

I wish the same for your brother and may he find happiness.'

Draven clenched his hands into fists and screamed at the top of his voice.

" Why did you have to leave me like this mom" he wailed.

Brandon came rushing when he heard him wailing and was caught by the horror of his life.

" What have you done?" he asked and grabbed Draven by the collar and pinned him to the wall.