THUNDERFIST : Iron Rebellion

CHAPTER 8

Cassian

Holding my chin up to my wrist, I keenly watched the person sitting in front of me. Three hours had passed but these policemen kept me in the lock up for beating Jeremy’s ass. I could have been feeling disappointed in myself for beating someone like him but he was asking for it. Still, I did commit a crime for not informing the Police first, like they did something beneficial last time. But hey! Who works under authority? Well, not me, not anymore.

“We have checked the CCTV footage and it revealed that this boy is telling the truth. Jeremy Olsen provoked him by insulting and teasing him in front of the staff and customers and we have noticed that he is a eve teaser too.” a young lady in suit appeared and informed the officer who was working on his table.

He looked up at me first and tne averted his gaze on the lady, “okay! But he has beaten him to the pulp. I can’t release him on bail, not until his foster parents will come to take him personally.” he said precisely and made sure i was listening to every word.

“They have been informed, I guess they will be here any moment.” the lady said and left with some documents in her hands.

Did she say my foster parents have been informed of my arrest? Damn it! This will be a blunder of all.

I haven’t paid my rent yet and now I will be dealing with the disappointing faces of theirs. Not so soon, they arrived at the station, actually and I saw Mr. Richard rushing at the officer.

“Officer, my son is here.” He pretends to be a fair and understanding father.

“Mr. Richard, right?” the officer asked and got up from his seat to attend to them, actually i noticed my foster mother behind my father.

Her icy blue eyes were penerateing into mine, indicating the storm that has to come. She is clearly stating that I am in big trouble.

The Officer took my foster parents to another cabin while I watched them in irritation, leaving the damn place. They will squeeze me to get the bail money out from my blood.

I was trying to hear their conversation but due to commotion and intersounded sounds, I couldn't hear them properly, but as far as I heard, the officer was describing my little stunt to them.

Well, the good thing is that I finally beat Jeremy, no it doesn’t matter if my foster parents kick me out of their house. To be honest, I don't give a s**t about anyone. I had been through so much that it made me of steel from the inside. The pain, the rejection and the heartbreaks for not getting accepted by the other parents for me to adopt was enough to raise a hatred like me.

My thoughts drifted when I noticed and attended , unlocking my cell and letting me go. I was hesitant at first but life moves on. Dragging my body like a dead just to watch those pale faces again. My eyes were low and I kept my head low purposely.

“Cassian? You disappointed us, child. How could you just beat him like that?” my foster father, Martin Richard, asked me.

I was in a shock for a while because that was new. I remember he never showed any of his concern to me but why now and that too suddenly?

“Ummm…” I was trying to put some effort into my words but I was confused as hell.

“Hunny, it's okay but don’t do this again in future. We got really worried when the constable informed us that you had been arrested. Though, i knew you will never do anything wrong without a reason.” said my foster mother, Cassidy Richard.

What the hell? Even the chameleon will commit suicide watching their changed attitudes according to the damn enviromnet they fancy.

“Yes, Mr and Mrs Richard is right, you need to be careful son. It will be better if you don’t get caught in another trouble because once the Police will mark you, your reputation will be affected.” The officer said and left us alone.

Cassidy watched me carefully like she will eat me alive once we will be home.

“Get your ass in the car, we don’t want to get humiliated further because of you.” Martin glared before switching back to his old but real personality.

These shitheads should have been offered an oscar for brilliant actors. Anyway, I am least concerned about it but it bothers me a lot what will happen once we will be at home. The thoughts of getting punished or brutally beaten was pictured in my mind like a movie. Can’t help but follow their instruction till further notice.

I dragged my ass in the car while Martin drove us back home. Glad that they didn’t say anything in the way but sooner, i knew they won’t let it go that easily.

“We couldn’t believe that you would cause us so many problems.” Cassidy was screaming literally, “do you have any idea how much we had paid for your bail?” she was glaring dangerously at me while demanding an answer.

“No!” i replied quickly.

“$200!!! Do you think money grows on trees? Oh! I bet you don’t because you use that filthy ass to work hard and still won’t be able to receive the honor we have provided you.” Martin was frustrated. 

Did he say honor? Is he drunk? Nevermind, his greedy ass got blank.

“It’s okay, hunny, the officer gave me this phone which was taken away from Cassian.” Cassidy was amused while holding my new phone in her hands. 

“No! Please, give it back. I saved pennies to buy a phone for myself. I really need this.” I was begging to get my phone back.

It wasn’t an expensive premium phone but it was still a luxury for a guy like me. I can’t forget the days and the nights I worked my butt off to get this one with my saved money. Now they have it and they definitely won’t give me that easily.

“Seriously? Because of you, we paid $200 as your bail money and now since you are unemployed and won’t be able to pay your rent for living with us, i guess this will compensate for everything.” Cassidy jabbed at me and I couldn't stop my tears.

She took my phone and both of them left me alone with my misery. I was hurt and depressed but i collected myself and went back to my room. Dropped on the bed and stared at the ceiling while wiping the wet tears away from my stained cheeks. 

I don’t understand why they kept doing this with me, i never did anything wrong with them. Just because they still accuse me for the death of their real son, Nicholas? It wasn’t my intention.

We were young and having fun together, it was a long time of ten years. We were playing in the garden and there was this water tank installed on the ground level. Nicholas was being naughty, he opened the tank and jumped inside but since he didn’t know how to swim, he was struggling to get out. I was younger than him and didn’t know what to do exactly. So i ran to our parents and informed them. They were not at the house, at the moment and when they arrived, it was already too late.

I understand that losing a child is painful and it breaks you inside out but blaming someone for a death is also unacceptable until that person is charged with guilt.

They never let me go and behaved rudely since then. Just to show the orphanage’s management, they are providing me with my basic education and facilities like food and shelter, but love doesn’t show or count in any of that.

They have made me so miserable that they didn’t know they are raising a monster instead of a child.

I swept and fell to sleep, hoping that I won't get up again and this pain will subside on its own.