The Return of the Beast; Part 2

Life continued, never skipping a moment. The man was left to himself while everybody else did what they would normally do. Until one day things turned.

“I want us to go to our ‘home’.”

“Well you can go on your own.”

“You have to come with me.”

“Why should I?”

“You are my first son and it is your duty to know and own our home.”

“Actually it is not. If memory serves me right, I can move from my father’s homestead and build my own.”

“As long as you are living under my roof you have to do what I say.”

“Really? What gives you the right to come back here after ten years and tell me what to do? I am no longer the child you used to bully.”

“Both of you stop it.”

“Mom, please keep out of this. Ever since this beast came here, he has continued drinking, exactly what landed him in prison. He has just been frustrating us with these trips home and visiting his relatives, as if we have nothing better to do.”

“Excuse me, what did you just call me?”

“A beast.”

“I see your mother has taught you to be disrespectful to your father.”

“I have no father. All you do is care about yourself and looking good in front of other people.”

“Well nobody seems to care about me here. Where else should I go?”

“Back to prison.”

There is a sudden silence. Father and son look at each other, ready for the bell to fight.

“Leave my house.”

“I am not leaving.”

A scuffle ensues. Father and son are shoving each other. Mom tries to intervene, but she is pushed aside. She runs out to call for help. The second born son comes down and pulls the two fighters apart.

“You think you own us? You cannot come here and disrupt our lives. We were doing fine without you, you useless man.”

“You idiot, I have lived longer than you have and I still own this roof you live on. Move out of my house.”

“I am not moving and there is nothing you can do to me. Leave me alone, I am going to kill him.”

“Come on, bring it. I have been to jail, I know you could not survive a second.”

“Jail is better than living with a beast like you.”

“Keep calling me that…”

“What are you going to do?”

The second born is also pushed aside and the fighting continues. They both roll on the floor, choking each other. The door flings open and in comes police officers, called by the mother. They separate the two and place handcuffs on the both of them and lead them to the waiting police vehicle. They are still insulting and threatening each other. The car leaves. The mother breaks down and cries as the last born tries console her.

(To be continued)