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Flowering. Approach. Part 17: Strike Back

by Thavien Yliaster 4 months ago in Horror
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Retaliation Doesn't Always Lead to Fulfillment

"Flowering" is a series, just like it's 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

“Why does he get to be angry?” He stewed to himself, “Why does he only listen to mom?” He hated the throbbing sensation within himself, “Why does he get to hit me when he’s angry?!”

He looked down and found something peculiar from yesterday. It was the rock that his mother gave him. It was the rock that he put his anger into yesterday. Seeing it reminded him of the argument from yesterday. Seeing it reminded him of the anger he had from yesterday. Now it all seemed to weigh on him. It gave him a sense of pressure sitting on him. Now, all he wanted to do was act.

Looking at his parents talking, hearing their voices murmur past his thoughts, he looked at them, and then back to the rock; them, back to the rock; them, and back to the rock. Each time he turned his head the pressure proceeded to build past his limits until finally like a cork in a shaken champagne bottle, it erupted forcing him into action.

Yanking the rock off the ground along with a large stick that was next to it, he bounced off the ground faster than when he had been tagged the day before. Running past his sisters his anger propelled him faster than his fear had from earlier today.

First he threw the rock with sharper accuracy than when he threw the apple today. The rock struck Wetah just below his eye socket, catching him off guard, especially from what was going to happen next.

Bounding into the air, Zephyr leaped with a ferocity stronger than when he threw the rock. Then, he whacked his father on the side of the head with the stick, matching his Dad’s anger. This didn't just catch Wetah by surprise, but LaRha was caught off-guard as well.

“YOU NEVER SAY SORRY!” He whacked his father. “YOU NEVER ADMIT YOU’RE WRONG!” He whacked him again. “YOU NEVER APOLOGIZE!” The third strike, Wetah had almost grabbed the branch from Zephyr's hands, yet his Zephyr was fast. “YOU’RE NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO’S ANGRY!” Without mercy, without relenting, without fear of consequences of what would happen next, Zephyr wailed on his father with his whipping stick in hand, hitting him with the bark of its mangled branches. “SAY YOU’RE SORRY! SAY YOU’RE SORRY! SAY YOU’RE SORRY! SAY IT! SAY IT!”

Throwing his son off of his body with ease, Wetah tossed Zephyr in the air, but made sure to not throw his back onto the tree stump. “HAVE YOU FUCKING LOST YOUR DAMN MIND!”

Xelu and Zaria were clutching onto each other tightly, Zaria more so than Xelu. As the youngest, she’s never seen such animosity between her family before. Yet, deep down inside of herself, she knew that it wouldn’t be the last time.

“I HAVE HALF A MIND TO PUT MY AXE BLADE BETWEEN YOUR EYES!” As he approached his son, prepared to give him another physical reprimanding, he was halted dead in his tracks.

Not caring for the strikes blown to his head, all she cared about was the health and safety of her children. Slapping Wetah across the face, she said to him, “You lay a hand on him out of anger, and I will make sure that the next time you go to sleep, it will be your last.” Feeling disrespected and pissed beyond all belief, Wetah grimaced at his lover, and the mother of their children, baring his teeth, he displayed his canines. “Don’t even think about trying to lay a hand on me either. I know you have to sleep, and I’m well rested. And even if I weren't you still have to sleep eventually.”


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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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