My name belongs to me only

Glathon

The two days went rather quickly, as Rico oozed with confidence, feeling a bit excited about the outcome of everything, as he had a very good idea about what was going to happen. He held snacks in his hands, as he knew that he wanted to keep himself content as he watched the drama.

Rico once thought that they would love him, but those were lies, he was just telling himself.

"Today's the day everything will come crushing down for you, Franbel, or should I say the old me?"

Rico muttered under his breath. The fact everyone was going to be paid to throw Franbel out of the house and family. Now the problem was whether he should or not. He should support Franbel or just sit down and just not care. 'I think it is better if I let him learn that he should not believe the things in front of his face, since everything has a double meaning. Great, I sound like some old man that is reliving his life.'

He shuddered at the thought of it. As he was walking down the street and entering the house with his backpack filled with snacks for him personally, but also for the workers because, like who doesn't like a good old family drama? Well, maybe the people that are involved in the drama, but he clearly wasn't like last time.

As he opened the door he saw what he had expected, Franbel pleading with his grandmother and Mandela. Jessica was just there finding it hard to contain her laughter when she saw Franbel breakdown and the bodyguards were just waiting for the embarrassing moment to end. Rico gave her a warning glare, but she ignored it.

"Grandma, Mandy?"

"Quiet!!" Mrs. Williams said in a cold tone.

Rico quietly sat down and opened his bag, simply enjoying the show because he was not part of it, which made it easier to be ignored by them. The maids came in and greeted him, ignoring the angry old lady whipping Franbel like he was some type of animal. And you would think she was some nice old weak grandma, but people's looks can be deceiving. Now, as Rico opened his potato chips and quietly ate them, as he noticed how the maids and the other servants went on their day like the heir of the manor they worked in, wasn't dealing with physical abuse from his own grandmother, he was quite unbothered by their actions. They were still the same, their salary overshadowed their morals with ease. The scene brought back painful memories. He wished he didn't have. He trembled slightly, receiving a discreet look of concern from Jessica. "I am fine," he mouthed to her. She didn't believe him, but nothing he could do about it.

'So, I have ten minutes to evacuate the house with the family workers, but I could just leave them to Jessica,' Rico thought to himself, looking away, as Mrs. Williams stopped whipping Franbel, giving the latter time to recover from the physical assault.

"Franbel, what are you doing just standing there? I said leave now, or if that is your real name."

She scowled at Franbel who was on the floor with his two knees clustered together, his face looked pale with his eyes that were red from crying, folding his two arms together, begging for a chance to be heard, his clothes had been torn as slashes of red marks were littered around his body.

"Listen to me, I am-" Franbel tried reasoning with her, yet got another hit but on his face, nearly blinding him completely. "Then what is this? Tell me," Mrs. Williams responded in an emotionless tone, as she waved the DNA result in his face. "Is this a lie?"

"I don't know," he said, gritting his teeth, as his left hand was on the newly gained scar near his left eye.

Grandma glanced at Mandela, signaling him to bring a particular object to the cupboard close to the kitchen entrance. He was sweating profusely and shaking his head at her actions. She was so disappointed at his cowardly actions, and walked up to the cupboard, opened it and, took out a loaded gun, she removed the safety lock and slowly walked up to Franbel, pointing the gun at his head, shocking him, Jessica and Mandela. The servants and maids still pretended not to notice anything as they all left the room. Rico seemed to have been unshaken by the gun in front of them.

"What are your last words, Franbel? Do you know how happy it is to see you on the floor there begging? It reminds me of the time when I begged that useless woman to leave my son, and she just had to say no and give me the old nonsense, I can't live with him, since she couldn't live without him. She decided to kill him with her in the car accident that happened eighteen years ago." She smiled as she felt a bit of relief when she said those words and she continued.

"I have to say you are quite lucky to live up to your twenties, but I am not that generous to let you just live without not making your final moments unbearable, as you will wish to die, but you can not, until I say so. I need to express my anger to someone and the lucky person will be you." She smiled blankly, scaring Franbel.

She paused, then she pulled the trigger.

Bang.

A sound was made by the gun and a scream along with it.

"AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!"

A scream was heard from across the room. He looked at his shot knee rushing, dark red blood spewed on his clothes and the floor.

Bang.

Another shot was fired, hitting his hands to prevent him from getting used to the pain.

"Please stop what I ever do to you. You hate me so much."

He shouted while tears ran down his face.

She bent down and had a smirk on her face as she looked at her battered and broken-down grandson.

"Well, it started a long time ago-"

When she was interrupted by Rico, who was already tired with her speech.

"Please stop. This needs to stop."

"Listen here, boy. I-" Mrs. William looked agitated by him disturbing her and was more than ready to inflict pain on him as well, but got cut off by the bullet that passed through her heart.

"What have you done? This wasn't part of the-" Mandela approached him, ready to punch him, but Jessica swooped in and flipped him to the ground, landing a hit on his face, which knocked the male out. "That's one way to take care of him without killing him," Rico muttered, as he watched Franbel close his eyes, too tired to keep them open anymore.

"Christa, we need to take this ungrateful thing back to Glathon."

He told her in an impatient tone.

"I am coming, Ric."

She replied to him, walking over to him, grabbing the gun in his hands, wiping his fingerprints off and placed them in the hands of the unconscious Mandela, as his fingers were positioned near the trigger with his grandma's body in front of him. Rico hummed, placing his hands on Franbel's face, he muttered something underneath his breath, as his hands glowed white, the light passing through Franbel, as his wounds healed up instantly but started to shrink in size, as he seemed to have been reverted into an infant.

"Now we can leave, since we have everything we need. You know what to do," Christa spoke up, as she quickly took the de-aged Franbel and carried him in her arms.

"Right," he said quietly as the two walked out of the manor, holding her hands before he muttered another set of foreign words. The manor caught on fire quickly, and they instantly vanished after that.