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Author's Note…Thanks for all the reviews--what a good reason to update sooner! Again, sorry ya all waited so long for last chapter. I got rather wrapped up in my other fic Rest In Peace, and when I finished it; I was exhausted. But now it's this fic that gets all my attention!
Sloth
It is another lonesome Saturday that Chase is spending sitting simply on the large lawn in front of his house, doing nothing. He counts the blades of thick, coarse, grass; not the kind you would expect to belong to such a beautiful house. 334, 335, 336.
It is easier to sit out here than to be in there. In there is where his father is, back for the first time in five years, collecting the last of his stuff. Chase grins slightly; the knowledge that his father will find most of his things tarnished and destroyed is weighing heavily on his heart. It feels good. Revenge is sweet.
Robert. Chases looks up to see the source of his life's blood looming above him. What do you want, he snarls. It's…He trails off. It's your mother. What about my mother? He winces. Good. This should hurt. Well, she's passed out.
This does not surprise Chase, not one little bit. In fact, he would be more alarmed if she were sober. The concept of sobriety now seems silly and abstract, a theory for the weak and the pathetic. Learn to live with alcoholism. Learn to live under the influence. Learn to suck it up.
And, Chase questions almost happily. His father sighs. Good-bye, son.
Yeah. And good riddance.
The next day, Chase finds himself fighting with Narkler. Again. The altercation is due to Chase's excuse for homework. The assignment was simple; a brief examination on the value of material goods. Chase had written a single sentence: Thicker than blood.
He could have gone on and on, but he did not. Yes, it dug up personal issues, and yes, it would have hurt, the real reason Chase hadn't bothered was because he simply didn't care. He was too busy counting the grass.
He understands clearly that this is sloth, another sin, and his consequence will be being thrown in a pit of snakes. But it will not matter, because no venom can match Chase's already tainted blood.