Martha glared fiercely at James, who dropped the tuna can on the table and stared back at her. "Aunt Martha, I don't understand. What do you mean by I'm a lost cause?" James asked. Martha only shook her head and smiled angrily "What it means is what you mean.
Look at yourself, from the day you were born, you are always unlucky, your classmates bully you, your teachers thought you are abnormal, and now your parents died because of you, and of course, I thought it would end there, but oh my god, you still brought that bad luck to my own family, my own family James, why?"
Tears formed on Martha's face, as she rushed into the kitchen to sort out her emotions, leaving James standing in the middle of the sitting room. Esther stared at James angrily before heading to the kitchen to console her mom.
James felt complicated. He sighed left the house and headed to the porch. Maybe it's true that he was a bad luck child. Come to think of it: He had always been miserable right from the moment he was born. He was constantly bullied for no reason, his brain was overclocked to an abnormal speed, his parent died and he let an innocent family suffer—all of which was related to him.
"Do you think I was doing a bad thing for letting Martha take care of me?" James asked as he rested his chin on his palm and stared at the cat that was lazily munching on the food on the plate.
A car arrived and parked into the garage, prompting James to look up and see the occupant. It was John alighting from the car and heading to the front door. James sighed painfully. If he leave this place, where would he go? Even if he was probably the smartest person in the universe, he is still what he is, a little kid.
If he could have chosen, he would have preferred to go to an orphanage instead of plaguing them, but what did he know, he had lost his memories the time he joined their family, so it was not completely his fault at all.
James then made up his mind that he was going to leave here. "I will go as far as possible from this family. I cannot keep making them suffer again and again." James then stood up and dusted his shorts. He was not sure of what he was doing, but if it meant the betterment of Martha and her family, then it would be done.
He then entered the house, but just as he attempted to head to his room, he was stopped by John. "Where did you think you are going, mister?" James growled. 'This is not going to end well' James thought. "I'm a sorry uncle, I was just going to…" James was still talking when he felt a sharp pain on his cheek, causing him to drop to the ground.
"You think because I have not been talking since I was enjoying these things you caused? Look at my family status, we are almost about to go bankrupt, we lost the house we were residing on comfortably, and you put my family in danger, all because of your arrival, you think I would be silent about all that?!" John shouted as he hovered on James, prepared to hit James again, but was stopped by Martha.
"Honey please stop, don't hit him anymore, or you'll hurt him badly." Martha touched his chest soothingly as she tried to relax John, but John was not ready to let this slide.
John shoved Martha away, took out his belt from his trousers and turned it so that the tip was the metal part of the belt. He then furiously whipped James mercilessly as his face was full of bitter hatred. James could not bear the pain he was feeling, so he attempted to run out of the house, but was dragged down by John and continued lashing him.
James could not count how many strokes of this belt he was beaten, but he could feel blood trickling out from his face, his shoulders, his abdomen and his legs. Martha was screaming in tears for John to stop hitting him, but all the grudge John had bottled up inside of him did not stop him from pouring them out on James.
James gathered up the remaining strength he had and crawled out of the house, but John still dragged his leg and drew him back to the sitting room, folding his shirt hands and whipping at James.
Normally, James would be wailing in pain, but his face displayed no reaction as he silently endured the pain and still tried to escape out of the house, but John was unrelenting.
Finally, James could not take it anymore, so he approached John and held him by the leg and dug his teeth into his flesh. John who was already very furious, flared in rage as he repeatedly kicked and wiggle his leg trying to shake James off, but James latched on tightly as he kept his teeth into his leg, then he tore a good amount of flesh from John's leg, stood up and hurriedly left the house.
James body was heavily aching, and he could not feel his face anymore and his left eye was blinded. Thankfully he had his credit card and his laptop, which he left on the porch, took them and ran out of the estate.
As James was about to leave the estate, he noticed that John was still pursuing him. As if to make this matter worse, he was already getting dizzy as a result of the loss of blood.
"Oh no, no, no" James was getting a bit worried as he tried to run, but his shaky legs failed to go fast. John was already approaching James quickly, and James was running out of options.