Wicked

Part one

It is believed that people do evil not because they are evil, but instead because of the evil done to them. Deception, apathy, greed, selfishness; all  plague this world. I beg of you don't be a part of it.

"Bang, bang!" Abel shouted at his brother his hands the shape of a gun. "No fair, you always win." Cain sighed. "Why do you always have to be the good guy?" Cain asked folding his arms. Abel shrugged right as his mother appeared in the screen of the door. "Time for breakfast boys!" She called. "Okay," Abel said pushing past his brother towards the small houses porch.

"Breakfast is ready," she smiled at her husband. "Took you long enough." He mumbled coming to sit down at the kitchen table. Cain picked up the carton of orange juice on the table and began to pour himself a glass. It was on the edge, it fell and shattered into a dozen pieces. "Damnit," his father said standing abruptly. "Don't worry about it I'll get it." Said his mother standing as well. "No you won't. He spilled it, he broke it, he's going to pick it up." He growled. "Get up clean it, now." He said.  "But there's glass." His mother pointed out. "Your point?" His father, said brushing past her.

He got down on his knees and began to pick up the shards of glass placing them in his other hand. "You could have at least given him the broom." His mother mumbled. His father scoffed pushing his head down, "You missed a piece." "Throw it away, sweetie." His mother told him, touching his shoulders. "When you finish eating, I need your help outside." Cain's father told him. "Yes sir," he sighed. "Abel why don't you stay inside with me, we can clean up a bit. Then maybe play a game or something?" Suggested their mother. "Yeah, how about hide and seek?" Abel asked, fidgeting in his seat. "Sure," his mother smiled.

"I'm going to count to twenty!" Abel's mother screamed happily. "Alright," he yelled searching the house for a hiding spot. "One," she started. He ran across the living room floor into the kitchen. "Two," she continued. He was too big for the cabinets, he wasn't a toddler anymore. "Three," she chuckled. He looked at the slightly opened door and an idea popped into his head. "Four," she called. He smiled as he swung open the door and ran outside. There was an old storage shed they didn't use anymore. He could hide there.

He pulled on the handle it was locked, it usually wasn't. He went around it trailing his small fingers along the cracked wood. He heard noises coming  inside. He found a hole that had been chewed by termites. He squinted through it trying to see. His eyes widened at the revolting, horrifying scene unfolding before him. His breath quickened and he turned around. "Gotcha!"

Abel's eyes opened and he sat up startled. "What's a matter?" Asked his wife, yawning. "Nothing, just a bad dream." He said, taking the covers off. "You alright, want to talk about it?" She sniffed. "No, at least not right now." He sighed rubbing his face. "I'm going to go get something to drink." He said standing. "Okay," she folded her lips, sitting up on her hands.

Abel sipped his glass of water as he stood in the doorway of his son's room. He watched his chest rise in fall, his eyebrows furrowed. He didn't want anything bad to happen to him. That's what every parent wanted right? For their child to be safe, supported, loved? He sighed closing the door and walked down the darkened hallway. He stopped halfway through and turned around, deciding he didn't want to wake his wife.

"Why didn't you come back to bed?" His wife asked. "I didn't want to wake you up, I couldn't go back to sleep anyway." He cleared his throat. "Well, I'll make breakfast and put on some coffee." She smiled at him. "I already did about an hour or so ago." He chuckled. "Well I'm going to go wake Riley up for school." Abel said standing. "I'll take him to school so you can get ready for work." She smiled.

"Thanks for making breakfast by the way." Abel's wife told him zipping up their sons backpack. "No problem," he said putting on his watch. "Have a good day at work." She said giving him a hug. "I don't know what we'd do without you." She grinned giving him a kiss. "I don't know what I'd do without you guys either." He grinned. "See you soon," Brooklyn chirped standing in the doorway, her hands in her pockets.