Chapter 11

This was all her fault. She was his mother and the one solely responsible for the man he had become and if she had done her job successfully then her baby, her little boy wouldn't be so lost and angry. After all she alone was reasonable for his morality, safety and well being and right now her son was anything but well. In fact he was far from it and she only had herself to blame. She was the one who had turned her back on him when he needed her the most, when he was so young and vulnerable. She had made the fatal mistake of letting the past dictate her baby's future and now she was paying one of hell of a price for her misconceptions of what she thought he should be or rather of whom she wanted him to be.

Now sitting before her as a result of her failure as a parent was her son who was playing some kind of twisted mind game with his own family and taking great pleasure in their pain. Although he simply looked stunned at the moment she knew what lay behind the mask and it frightened her to no end.

"My poor angel, I'm so sorry" was all the woman could say as she stared at her son with tear filled eyes and a heavy heart. Unfortunately her sorrow was met with the malice glare of her son that held no signs of love nor one shred of remorse.

"You're sorry?" came the boys reply as the rest of the group remained silent and continued to watch the scene before them.

The icy cold tone the young witched used served as a hard, stinging slap to the face to the woman was on the receiving end as she grabbed onto the chair in front of her to steady herself. The boy then rose from his seat and grinned mischievously before clapping as the other stood around in shock.

"Nice mother. Now I suppose you're going to tell me that you love me and how you are sorry that you let me down and that you feel really bad about leaving me alone on all of those dark nights with demons chasing after me to find your little golden boy and bring him back home safely. Then of course to top it off you'll thrown in some tears and give me a big hug and a cookie and tell me that things are going to be different when we get home. Well sorry to tell you mommy dearest but I've heard it all before and to tell you the truth I'm sick and tired of it. So why don't you take your loser husband, your double blessed golden boy and your got damn cookie and stick them up your ass!"

"That's enough Christopher! Now apologize to your mother right now"

"Or you'll what, Leo" the boy said turning to the future version of his father and walking towards him.

"Or I'll be forced to kick your ass that's what bro" replied the boy's older sibling as he blocked his brother's path to their parents.

"Oh, look a here if it isn't Mommy and Daddy's little personal body guard. Isn't this sweet? He's willing to fight for you too"

"Cut the crap Chris. I know you're hurt and I know…"

"You don't know shit! You don't know what it feels like to be second best. You don't know what it's like to live in your brother's shadow. You don't know what it's like to feel inferior or be scared to death as you're sitting in your room waiting for your family to come home while demons stand two feet away taunting you and throwing fire balls at the crystal cage that's protecting you, knowing that it wasn't last much longer. So no you fucking piece of shit you don't know a damn thing!"

The younger Halliwell screamed to the sound of sobbing that was coming from both sets of his mother and his aunts. He then stood back calmly as his eyes scanned the room and searched each and every face around him before resting his eyes once again on his older brother whom at that same exact moment was reaching out to comfort him. The dark haired witch roughly pulled away and put up a finger of warning before that evil grin all of the Halliwell were learning to hate reappeared.

"Don't Wyatt. I assure you golden boy that you don't want to push this. You say that you know how much I'm hurting. That you know how I feel, well that's a bunch of bullshit. But don't worry; you're all about to find out what real pain feels like. Starting, NOW!" were the last words Piper and Leo's second born son spoke before all hell broke lose.