Echoing: When It All Began

Chapter 1, D

"Steven, that's the whole point of children!....When you're sick of taking out anger on yourself, you bring someone else into the world to fulfil your own role." Cindy answered back.
Steven sighed.
"How many times do we have to have this same conversation?" He questioned.
"As many times as we need to until you understand my point of view." Cindy shrugged.
"Your point of view is crooked and unhinged, Elliot is fucking 4 years old and look at the way he acts because of your style of raising." Steven spoke.
"You aren't her, you aren't your mother. You don't need to treat our kids the way she treated you-"

"You don't need to bring my mother into this. She had her own way of raising, these brats are lucky I'm giving them a BREAK from the way I was treated." Cindy cut him off, giving a slight laugh.
"You need to give them more of a break, you honestly need to stop favouriting Bryce and Allie for no reason. Tyler was just telling me the other day how upset and depressed he feels most of the time, has he ever even had the guts to tell you that?!" Steven questioned her strictly.

"I honestly don't care about that boy, he's your son so he's your problem." Cindy replied.
Steven sighed angrily.
"He's your son too you damn bitch" he gritted his teeth.
Cindy stared at him, before walking over to him.

She slapped him across the face.
"Don't call me out of my name." He muttered.

Steven wouldn't hit Cindy back, and she knew it, so she'd often take advantage of that.

Cindy smiled.
"Don't try to act like you mean something to me, genuinely." She spoke, she then turned around and walked towards the garage door.

Steven just stood in the same spot.
He had a burning hatred for his wife.
It's been growing over the years.
But, he knew he couldn't do anything about it without it resulting in something bad.

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When Cindy left the garage, her smile faded.

She was fed up with the whole family.
Her image of perfection was only visible when they were out in public.
Any other time, it was like a complete different side of things.

But, they deserved it.
All of them.

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Elliot, who was now in the kitchen, was stood on a chair getting a knife.

He remembered what Allie said earlier.
Elliot was convinced he was cool.
So, he didn't want to make a lie out of cool people not having knives.

He grabbed one and went to run upstairs, but he paused.

Tyler's room door was open.

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Tyler was finishing up his left over work from school even though he didn't have to erode to express how much he didn't want to.

Eventually he finished and could have a break.

He spun around on his chair to see Elliot standing behind him.

"Uhm...do you need something?." Tyler asked confused, then he noticed Elliot's hands behind his back.

"Alright, what do you have." Tyler questioned, crossing his arms.

"Shhh don't tell mummy or daddy... but... " Elliot stalls. Then he pulls out the bit butcher knife from behind his back.

Tyler was shocked.

"ELLIOT! You're not supposed to touch things in the kitchen!" Tyler shouted.

"But....Allie said big knives are cool?" Elliot replies back, giving a slight smile.