Reigning over the Heavens

 Growing up was the worst part of Joren's life. His parents didn't want a son, so they were disappointed when they found out they were having a boy. His parents tried to abort but his mother was too far along to do so. 

After his birth, his parents raised him as if it was a job to do. There wasn't any love. For Joren, that's all he knew, so he was never angry with him. If they would yell at him, he was at fault. If they beat him, he deserved it. If they punished him in any way no matter how trivial the problem was, he understood that he was the problem. He thought that this was love. 

When Joren turned three, his parents had another child, a daughter. They were beyond excited for her arrival. They kicked Joren out of his room to make space for his sister and he had to sleep in a tiny guest room in the basement. He didn't understand why, but he was okay with it. He was until his sister was born. 

Five more years passed by and he saw changes in his parent's behavior. His parents would never punish his sister for her mistakes. She wouldn't get scolded or yelled at. There were pictures of her around the house while there was none of him. If she wanted something, they would move mountains to get it. If he asked for something, they would tell him to stop being a pest. He didn't understand why they acted like that. But all he knew was that he was the problem. 

During middle school, Joren would get bullied for wearing cheap, raggedy clothes and his shoes had holes in them. He looked at everyone else and wondered why he couldn't have nice clothes like them. But he never dwelled on it. 

Joren was a quiet kid and that only made the bullying worse. Kids would pick on him constantly, beat him up behind the school, and even the teachers ignored him. He didn't like that feeling, the pain, the loneliness, but he endured. The only thing that was on his mind was making his parents proud so that he could get the same treatment as his sister, so he worked on getting good grades. 

He was a straight-A student. His lowest score was 90% on any test, quiz, or project. When he presented this to his parents, they would tell him "That's the least you could do". He felt happy that he was complemented and he would spend the rest of the day with a smile on his face. He made it his mission to never drop below an A. 

His bullying continued even into high school. He hated that. The pain and humiliation, the laughs and the indifferent looks coming from his teachers. He had told his father about it and he simply told him to "Man up". So he joined the martial arts club at his school which was the first best decision he ever made in his life.

Learning how to fight was a thrilling experience for him. The powerlessness he once felt was replaced with a feeling of strength. One of the club members suggested working out at the gym, and that was the second-best decision he ever made. Joren was now feeling good about himself, away from home that is. 

Joren, now older, understood that the way his parents were treating him was abusive. Every day at home consisted of him arguing with his parents and his little sister nagging him because she was the golden child. Anger welled up in his body, he wanted to hurt them like they hurt him. But he never acted on it. His parents gave him food and shelter, he should be grateful for that. So he turned a blind eye to his horrible treatment. His only outlet was his games, comics, novels, and his fitness routine. 

Joren graduated high school at eighteen and a week after his graduation, his parents kicked him out of the house. He had a full-ride scholarship to a university in the city but his parents didn't care. Scared, he begged and pleaded with them to let him stay, but they were adamant about him leaving. They took care of him, now he was no longer their responsibility. 

Luckily for him, he had been working a part-time job at a supermarket since he was 15 and it went to full-time when it was summer. Within the week he found a small, cheap place near his college and moved out. 

Working and going to school full-time was hard, but he pulled through. He still practiced his martial arts from high school and still went to the gym. That gave him a peace of mind. He went to some parties to socialize but since he was always an outcast, he didn't mingle well. Girls turned away from him and didn't even bother to hold a conversation. His looks weren't bad, just average. But combine his average looks with his raggedy clothing, and shitty 20-year-old beat-up car, then it wouldn't be surprising that girls turned away from him. 

In his second year of college, when he was 20, he was invited to a party. There was a guy, Trey, who was the talk of the town. Tall, and muscular, he had a way with words, he had killer looks, and most importantly, he was filthy rich. Trey had always been nice to Joren. He didn't beat him like his school bullies. He didn't berate him like his parents. He didn't show off his money like how his sister would flaunt the things their parents bought her. He was a chill guy.

Trey was his first-ever friend. His only friend. He treated him like no one had ever before. Helped him in hard times, gave him words of encouragement, and lent him money when he desperately needed it. In his eyes, they were brothers. So when Joren was invited to a party that Trey was hosting, he wasn't surprised by it. 

Joren would always tell Trey about a girl that he liked. Alice. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. In-person at least. He would ramble about how he would want to be her boyfriend, and when Trey would tell him to shoot his shot, Joren would look down and say that she was out of his league. Then one day, Trey told him that She wanted to talk to him and that's the reason why he was hosting this party. 

So Joren got a fresh haircut, put on the nice clothes Trey bought for him, and headed to the party. When he arrived, many people were there having a good time. Trey spotted him and pulled him over to where Alice was. She was sitting at a round booth with two other girls at each side. Trey sat down on the opposite side and Joren sat next to him. 

They engaged in conversation for an hour and Joren managed to not slip up on his words and embarrass himself. Later, Alice and the girls wanted to go to the main stage and party for a bit so Joren stayed with Trey and they drank all night. 

After the party was over, Trey went to the bathroom leaving him alone. An hour passed by and Trey didn't return yet, so he went looking for him. The party was in Trey's house and he started walking to Trey's room. Joren was familiar with the layout as he had been there before plenty of times. He brought a bottle of whiskey to drink with him.

As he approached Trey's room, he heard clapping sounds coming from behind his door. He barely opened the door when a strong pungent smell hit his nose. He looked through the slightly open door and what he saw left him in horror. Trey and Alice were having sex. 

"Anhhh!!~ YESS!! Y-You're so big! Ahn~" 

Trey and Alice were on a huge bed getting it on. She moved her ass back and forth to the movements of Trey ramming his dick in her. 

"You like that hmm? Get ready, I'm gonna go faster now." 

"Mnnn~ Ahh~ Harder!! Fuck me harder!! Anhhhh!!~ 

Trey smacked her ass and it moved like waves. Alice lifted her head and let out a loud moan. Her eyes were almost rolled back while her tongue was sticking out, dripping saliva. 

"Fuck, I'm 'bout to cum!" 

"Yes!! Cum in me. Ahhh~!

After cumming in Alice, she got up and started sucking his dick. Trey had his hand on her head pushing it down with little force to reach the back of her throat. 

"Mrrmmm~ Mfrgggh~ Mnnnggh~" 

"Let's wrap this up, I gotta get back to Joren so he doesn't come here wondering." 

"Ahh~" Alice removed Trey's dick from her mouth. "Do I have to go on a date with him? I mean, he's ugly and smells. Not to mention boring and awkward. Listening to him was like, the hardest thing I've done all year. He's such a loser. I wouldn't even look at the guy if it wasn't for you let alone speak to him." Alice laughed. 

"Haha, I know, I feel the same way. Imagine acting as that guy's friend for 2 whole years. Just do this for me babe, I promise I'll make it up to you." he pushed her head down and she continued pleasuring him.

Joren watched the scene play out. He was frozen in shock. How could his best friend do that to him? How could Alice say that about him? She said she had a great time speaking to him. She said she can't wait to hang out again. So why? 

Suddenly, everything inside him snapped. The anger he felt from his parents, the anger from his school bullies, the anger from Trey betraying him, Alice stringing him along, and most importantly, for them fucking in front of him. 

"YOU MOTHER FUCKER!!!!!" Joren shouted and slammed the door open. "I'LL KILL YOU!!" He took the whiskey bottle, smashed it on a dresser, and charged at the pair. 

Trey immediately got up and ran toward Joren. He managed to knock the glass bottle out of his hand but failed in subduing him. Joren was physically stronger and knew how to fight. 

Joren slammed Trey into the ground and started beating him. His face was full of rage as he turned Trey's face into a meat pie. Blood stained his hands and shirt and splattered onto nearby objects painting them red. 

Alice, who was horrified, curled herself up in a corner and started shaking in fear. She then saw how Joren was going to kill Trey, so momentarily, she mustered up the strength to help him. She grabbed a lamp from a desk in the room and smashed it into Joren's head, shattering it into many pieces. 

"AHHHHH!!" He cried out in pain clutching the back of his head. His vision blurred and he fell on the floor. 

Trey, seeing an opportunity, mustered through the pain and managed to get up. He grabbed the broken whiskey bottle and made his way to Joren. He held the glass over him and positioned it over Joren's chest. 

"Fuck you bitch!" Trey said as he stabbed Joren in the heart, killing him. 

In his final seconds, Joren thought of how his life was shitty, and when he found someone who he claimed to be his friend, it turned out to be a lie. Why did he have to live a horrible life? Why couldn't he grow up happy? Why did he have to suffer? So many questions, yet no answers. His body went cold, and he died.