the chronicles of chesed

chapter 1

Hi, my name is Chesed Jaxson Malaria Pelati; ya weird I know but my mom loves it. She always said that names hold great power. She said that the name fits the person in a certain way that most can't understand and that mine fits me. I remember she always called me her little flame, but when ever I had asked why she called me that she had just looked at me with a small smile and said that I would understand one day. Eventually she did end up telling me what it meant. It was three years ago on the evening of my thirteenth birthday; I had asked her like I had every year and had received the same look and the phrase ‘soon you will see’; and to tell you the truth I always hated that phrase. However, on October 21,1932 I had received a different answer than what I was accustomed to receiving. I remember her taking my hand and sitting me on the couch and taking a seat next to me with a sigh. She then spoke of my so called father and said that my name came from his heritage; which confused the hell out of me because I remember thinking as to what that deadbeat have to do with anything like this. She continued to speak of my name and then saying that she had always wanted to name her boy Jaxson, but the asshole didn't want his so to have a wussy name. So in the end after many arguments apparently according to the scowl on my moms face; they agreed that the asshat would choose my first name and my mom would be able to keep Jaxson as my middle name. The jerk decided to so graciously grant me the name Chesed meaning the devil or destroyer, a name he dreamed would only fit his first born son apparently. I had asked her why she didn't change my name after the turd had been taken away? She had said and I quote, “ names have power and i believed that you would be the one to overcome what the name your father gave you and what it would set out for you.” I remember I was confused at the time for I couldn't understand what she had meant by that. When she left me to get ready for work I thought back and i can understand what she meant about me being able to grow into the name that my jerk of a father had set out for me. Even as a child I wasn't able to interact with other kids my age and when I tried it was always turned out the same way. The same way when I was made fun of for my name and insults made to my mother for naming me Chesed. When I walk down the entrance way of the school and I remember ignoring the snears and the harsh remarks; but one catches my attention an underclassman murmuring to his friends” look theres the poor freak, my dad told me that his mom had a nice body. Too bad it was ruined by that freak.” and all of his friends laughed. I remember hearing that and my temper going crazy and then attacking the one who insulted my mother. Now you may be thinking Chesed you should have let it go and I should have there's one little problem with that; while I can take any attempted insult and attack I could never stand to hear the insults made to my mother. When the security guards showed they took me to the office to see the principle and it was the same as the last times ended in me getting yelled at and my mother getting called at work.