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Flowering. Approach. Part 16: Strike

by Thavien Yliaster 4 months ago in Series
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Love Lessons can be Painful

"Flowering" is a series, just like its artwork, that is a work in progress.

Reader discretion is advised: This series contains death, violence, and sexual content. Flowering is not a lighthearted series. Flowering is meant for a mature audience. It is not my intention to mislead those who read it, thus misleading the perception of the series itself, leading your hearts astray.

Please, "take this lesson to heart." - LaRha and Wetah

By Timotheus Fröbel on Unsplash

Wetah sat on a stump, dragging Zephyr across his lap, “Do like hurting me?!”

“No!” Zephyr cried out.

“Then stop doing stupid shit that’ll get you killed!”

“I act stupid?!”

“What you did was more dangerous than getting lost in the forest by yourself!” Knowing what would come next, Zephyr tried to cover his buttcheeks, but to no avail. “No!” If Wetah’s anger was as immense as a tree is tall, he stood out amongst all of the trees in the forest.

“If you want to cry I’ll give you something to cry about!” Wetah reared a hand back, tensing his muscles, and drove his fury through Zephyr.

The pain shocked him, and struck him with a powerful stinging sensation. Getting stung by a wasp or two didn’t seem so bad now. Maybe if he had gotten stung by a wasp he wouldn’t be getting stung by his father.

“You feel that?!” Wetah asked him.

“Y-e-e-s-s!” Zephyr said through tears and shaky breaths.

“Well good, because you’re alive!” He spanked Zephyr again. “You can’t feel this when you’re dead!” Though now was a time that Zephyr did wish he was dead. “When you’re dead you don’t get to run home!” Spank, “You don’t get to wake me up!” Spank, “You don’t get to see Xelu and Zaria!” Spank, “You don’t get to see your Mom!” Spank, “When you’re dead, you don’t get to go in the forest!” Spank, “You don’t get to go hunting!” Spank, “You don’t get to set traps in the river!” Spank, “You don’t get to play tag!” He picked Zephyr off his lap. “Do you understand me?!”

Zephyr shook his head ‘yes,’ but all he wanted to do was get the pain to stop, and never happen again. Not wanting to get spanked again, he sat down promptly. The more his bottom was exposed, the more chances it had of getting hit.

“What’s going on!” LaRha had exited the forest along the line of apple trees.

Zaria spoke up, “Daddy’s angry,” she said through sucking her thumb. When the world was chaotic and unbearable, the thumb was always there. Even though it was Zephyr experiencing the pain this time, she still sucked away trying to remove any discomfort whatsoever.

“Why is he angry?”

Xelu answered, “Zephyr woke him up.”

“That’s odd. He normally wouldn’t be so upset. Normally he’d just grab him and roll over back to sleep.” Running up to them, she asked them, “What happened?”

Zephyr started, “I tried to tell Dad-,”

“Enough!” Wetah was angry enough as it is. He didn’t want anything else bothering him, let alone bothering his family internally. Pointing angrily at his son, “He went into the forest looking for that woman, and got grabbed!” LaRha was astonished, “After all that we told him last night, and this is the respect that he gives us!”

LaRha began, “I let him go in to set his traps.”

“What the hell! Why?!”

“Wetah,” she continued to speak softly, “he’s just like you. All he wants to do is help provide and become better.”

“Yeah Dad,” Zephyr interjected. “I just wanted to go to the river and-,”

“Shut up!” He snapped his fingers at him. “I don’t want to hear excuses! I just want this nonsense to stop, and for you to not put us in danger!”

“Zephyr,” his mother said to him, softly, “go sit over there by the tree. I need to talk with your father.”

Stewing in tears and frustration, Zephyr thought what he experienced was unjust, painful, and the only thoughts that came to his mind were those of revenge. He thought of violence, of what it would be like to punch his father in the head, of what it would be like to make him shut up, of what would’ve happened if he had never went on that walk, of what would have happened if he had never entered the forest today, and of what would’ve happened if he had never saw that woman at all. He knew that she wasn’t to blame, but he thought of her as playing a role in this.


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Thavien Yliaster

Thank You for stopping by. Please, make yourself comfortable. I'm a novice poet, fiction writer, and dream journalist.



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