Enemy Within: Endless Night
His power isn't the only thing building, so is his obsession

Note: I do not own Power Rangers Jungle Fury or its characters. I'm just playing with them.
Prompt: First Night Home Alone (bigthingsinlife prompts)
Genre: General/Drama/Angst
Rating: T (Minor language)

Home. This place is not home to me. My parents were surprised when I showed up on their doorstep. I don't blame them; they've not seen me in eight years. I went from a puny child into a very tall teen. At this point, I'm taller than my Father, which means I tower over my Mother. She is now skinner than before, bleached blonde. I recall her being a happy brunette with weight on her. This is obviously for my father. She tries to hide it but I see misery in her eyes, he probably doesn't notice. He was not the most observant person, and looks the same as he always did. Not even a fleck of gray. So like him. A part of me will crave their love, but the other part hated them just as much.

"Jarrod! What are you doing home?" She seems shocked; I think she honestly never expected to see me again. Another wound is gouged into my soul involving my parents.

"It's the holidays, the Masters sent us home for Christmas since most of the families celebrate. They figured most of the parents would rejoice upon seeing their children again." I do not try to hide the anger in my voice.

"We're going out. The Swansons are having their annual party, as you remember. You're old enough to stay on your own. Theres food in the fridge." Is all my Father tells me, not even looking me in the eye. He seizes my Mother's wrists and drags her towards to car. They've rejected me. Again. They drive off without even looking back and I'm standing alone in the cold, as the cuts drive deeper.

I walk into the black house and head upstairs, working my way through the darkness. I did so much when I was alone as a child; I know the layout with my eyes closed. I drop my bag next to my door and head to my bed. I throw myself into it and shut my eyes. This is going to be a long holiday.

Then I dream…I know it's a dream because Kiran's with me. I'm not complaining though. I feel her body lying beside me like she did when I had broken my leg. Her skin is pressed on mine, and she's resting peacefully. I feel her hand stroke my cheek and it feels so real I wake up. I look at my side, expecting to see her there. She isn't, and I run my hand over the mattress hoping to find an imprint of her body. But there's nothing. I'm alone. Still and always.