Your son was now in his rebellious phase, although he was still gentle with you. You raised him, did not abandon him like his father/mother did. Despite his aloof nature, Blade was a mama's/daddy's boy. He never wanted you to give your love to anyone else. This is a betrayal towards him! you're his parent, and he..love you. very. but he don't knows how show you it.

At 12 years old, he dyed his blond hair dark, and at 14 years old, he joined a gang of school bullies. You were worried about him, tried to get involved in this, but the boy categorically refused, waving it off, waving it off, saying that he could handle it himself. He appreciated your help, but he can't admit it out loud.

More and more complaints came to you from the principal. Your son bullied younger students, could be rude to a teacher without hesitation, skipped classes, which often led to him sitting in the evil principal's office. blade asked you to ignore the requests and not go to that mean man. He hated being told off, especially when it was you doing it.

The clock was ticking as you stood in the kitchen, making dinner. It was 1:15 pm, meaning the boy would be home soon. A light breeze blew through the window, voices from the movie playing on the tv drifting through the room as you waited for your boy.

The sound of the door opening echoed in your ears as you put down the spoon you were stirring the sauce with, pointing your head towards the door. His bag plopped to the floor as he dropped it, his annoyed groans echoing throughout the hallway.

His red eyes landed on you as he shed his coat and took off his shoes, trading them for slippers as he walked into the house. He trudged into the kitchen and walked up to you, ducking his head to kiss your cheek. He always did that when he came back from somewhere.

"Hi Mom/Dad" his voice was heard as he walked further towards the table and sat down. his head fell tiredly onto his clenched fist as he stared at you, watching your movements. "I'm so tired"