***10 years ago***
" When will dad ever get tired of beating mom up?" Draven asked desperately.
" Look here little brother. You are only fifteen years old and they are adults. You should not interfere in adults matters." Brandon said.
Draven hated it when his brother acted as if he never heard his mother's screams whenever their father battered her.
" Are you that stone hearted to the extent that you don't feel any pain when you see your own mother with a swollen face shedding tears?" he asked angrily.
Brandon looked at him as if he wanted to say something but changed his mind. " You will never understand?" he said and walked away.
Was that all he could say. Draven clenched his fists and punched the wall making his knuckles bleed.
It made him furious when everyone ignored him just because he was the youngest. He decided to get justice for their mother whether she approved it or not.
He had given up on the hope of finding help from the police. Their hands were tied unless his mother agreed to file a complaint.
He could still remember when his mother had denied been abused when her face was already swollen.
At the moment he had felt as if he would strangle her with his bare hands.
" Why don't you ever decide to bring an end to your suffering?" he once asked her.
" I love my husband a lot more than you can ever imagine. I also want you and your brother to be in a complete family with both parents" she replied.
" I don't know about love but I can tell you enjoy suffering and you feel happy to see your children in pain" he said bitterly.
" You will never understand" was all she said next. Draven felt stupid for been the only one concerned.
He would rather live without a father rather than having a father like that one.
He once tried to confront the monster of a husband but it ended up in his mother getting double the normal dose.
' Why don't he ever beat us?' he thought. He would give up anything to be the one receiving the beatings instead of his mother.
Though his father was not a bad parent Draven hated him for being the worst spouse.
Brandon never paid any heed to what he did just because he considered the demon a 'good father'.
So long as he was provided for he had no reason to worry.
Draven was very different. He would rather sleep without a meal than see his mother in pain.
Tonight was no different from other nights. His father came home late and had his meal. He walked to the bedroom and shut the door.
Draven was tempted to eavesdrop for the first time. He wanted to know where the conflict usually started from.
" Why do you always come home late. Do you know what stress you put on the children?" his mother asked.
" If you have a problem you can leave this house" his father yelled coldly.
" I know that you are having an affair with other women and that's why you insist on having a divorce.
But I will not give it to you and leave my children to suffer" she yelled.
Draven was startled by the loud slap. He could not believe that his mother was the one insisting to stay with him despite having asked for a divorce.
" Point of correction. It's not women it's a woman. A woman who is decent and worthy unlike a piece of trash like you" his father bellowed.
" She is just a cheap tramp. Making her your woman does not change the fact that she is a slut and an harlot who..." she was cut of by another slap.
Draven heard her fall down but his father kept on beating her. " Don't you dare call my woman a whore. You are the cheap one here" he yelled.
That was more than enough for Draven to handle. He kicked the door open and slammed his father against the wall.
" If you dare raise your filthy hand against my mother ever again I swear I will kill you with my bear hands" he threatened.
He helped his mother get up but instead she rebuked him for interfering in adult matters.
" Mom I don't understand how you keep up with such a man for the sake of your so called children's happiness and stupid love" he blurted.
" When I look at you now I don't see my mother. All I see is a foolish woman who can't accept that her husband is a..." he felt his body freeze when his mother slapped him.
But he still finished his statement and called him a good for nothing pervert poor excuse of a man and a great looser.
His father got up fuming in anger and raised his hand to slap him but Draven caught his hand.
" Only my mother can raise a hand against me" he said with a mudrouse look.
He listened as his mother lectured him about showing his father respect.
" I will never show this man any respect for as long as I see you tears" he said before leaving.
That night Draven did not hear his mother screaming or his father yelling.
" Is dad sick by any chance?" Brandon asked with concern.
" Why do you ask?" Draven asked knowing the answer very well.
" I am worried that he might be terribly unwell since he is not fighting with Mom today" he said.
Draven felt his blood boil. He caught his brother by the collar and pinned him to the wall.
" You only care about being provided for don't you. You are concerned if father falls sick yet you can see your mother in pain" he asked angrily.
Brandon pushed him away. " I care about mother. It's just that she gets angry when I dare to interfere" he said sadly.
Draven told his brother what he had done but Brandon did not seem too approving of it.