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It started just in the trailer. It only took from the moment of walking from his bedroom to walking to his kitchen for the feeling he truly feared to hit him like a truck. All at once the attack of a crazed rage filled every limb of his body. It was painful but not in a physical way. This was a wave of heat seeping through every muscle he had in him. The attack was his own mind giving him a feeling that could have no self control, one would have to step in to get Sweet pea to see his errors. But no one was around and instead he was able to access this fierce hate inside himself. The monster inside.
 Sweet pea felt terror seeing his father again, it was the anger that hit later on when he realized what it all meant. Being undermined, miss treated, hurt from the inside out. He thought years ago heâd been free from Pearce Sweetselâs wrath but it was all beginning again. Just as he was finding a good foot place after a hard fall for himself and the Serpents. Plans were happening that would make a change and even better he had things with Toni going so well.Â
 A crash ripped around him as the sound of glass exploded. He hadnât even realized just how hard he had been gripping the handle of rum in his hands and then finally shooting up to send it flying at the wall, the liquid of the drink spraying with glass in every direction. His next move was the wooden chair from the small makeshift dining table that was in the kitchen. Just like the bottle it was thrown across the room. This release felt amazing and he was just lucky no one was around to see him like this. The vision would have just been dark eyes and a foul, twisted look that no one would recognize. The more he realized how easy it was to just destroy the quickly things fell apart around him. He had destroyed the kitchen, leaving it littered with the glittering shine of glass and whatever had been placed on the counter was now spread across the ground. He just wanted to get rid of the painful memories that flooded back to him and snapped him into this storm of uncontrolled emotions. These were years though. Years of feeling small under a man who didnât love him. Years built up that were finally being Years built up that were finally being roped back to him as the beast reclaimed a spot back into his life.
It was hard enough already having his mother in and out. One day sheâd be there, drunk and kicking him out because just his face was painful enough to look at, a serpent boy who resembled his father too much. Or, she would leave without a trace, leaving Sweet pea with no one... at least when she was gone he had a place to stay. Sweet peaâs storm went on into the living room tearing apart the place. Heâd regret it later, knowing heâd have to clean it all up and try to explain it to Toni and Fangs but at the moment his vision was cast red and he only sought out the destruction. At some point heâd be able to call someone and theyâd help calm him down but if he did that now there was no telling just how stable heâd be in holding back enough anger to not fly off the handle at someone he loved.Â
 Apparently rage was satisfied with the destruction in the trailer but it was not finished burning and the wild fire began to spread. Throat ripping screams had filled the air and looking around the trailer Pea needed an out and thus the crashing sound of the trailer door thrashing open and him storming out was the silence breaker into the hot and quiet summer air. His hands went to his face as the memories of Pearceâs screams filled his head. Over and over he was reliving the life of a confused child as they tried their hardest to think of what they could have dome that night to deserve that bruise or maybe the words that knocked them down, making him feel smaller than life and less loved.Â
Panic was starting to move in and Sweet peaâs long legs picked up where his head was stuck by pain and fear. He was running away from his problems, down into the darker parts ot the streets, he was running as fast as his feet would take him and who knew how long it had been when he stopped all he knew was he was in a place he didnât recognize and his legs were giving out from not stopping one beat. By now the adrenaline was falling out and he was left shaking on the ground, leaning against some tree in the dark, from what he could see in the dark he was at one of the parks on the Southside. No lights were ever lit so he really didnât know too well. All he was focused on was breathing. Trying to get the anger to go but alone and left with only dark thoughts... it was impossible. He had become so overwhelmed with emotions that he didnât even hear the sobs as they pressed in and out of his body. Even his eyes which were streaming tears hurt from all the stress.Â
       The Storm ended at the park but he was still angry and alone too afraid to return and with no way to call for help. Â
















