3. The Return

The year he was submitted to the institution was 2005. Now, it's 2015. A few months away it will be his birthday and he will be eighteen. He has big plans for that day. He sips the soda from his drinks as he looks outside the window from where he is seated at the backseat of the car. The only other presence in the car is the well-built man, who's driving. His father couldn't pick him up today. He has things to tend to at home, so he said. He didn't mind. He had always been neglected all his life that people's affection is no longer necessary for him. He had made sure to wear his best today. He plans on stunning them with his good looks. His stuffs had all been moved yesterday. So today, he only has his backpack with him.

He notices how much it had changed since then. There are more tall buildings around the town, more people, more shopping complexes, more improvements. And he had missed all of those. Why? Because he was imprisoned in the mental institution for ten years of his life! He grits his teeth a little, feeling deep hatred towards his father and everyone… everything… This world is cruel, isn’t it? He sips the soda again and re-thinking of his previous thought. No. The world is not cruel. It's the people that are cruel. Tell me, who would you blame if someone who's supposed to love you betrayed you? God? Life? Fate? Circumstance? World? No. It's that person's fault. The very person who betrayed you. The world is not cruel. 'He' is cruel. So it’s only fair that he returns the favor, right?

“Welcome home, Young Master Lucca,” the butler, Armand, greeted Lucca as soon as he got out of the car. Lucca looks at him and can’t help but remember the younger version of this old man.

So you’re still alive, stinky old man. What a nuisance! “Armand, you’re still working here. It’s nice to see a familiar face,” Lucca said, with a wide sincere smile on his face. In his heart though, he’s close to puking.

He smiles back at Lucca, seeming a little nervous. He is remembering the scene from 10 years ago when Lucca was drenched in his mother’s blood, laughing aloud. He trembles a little. Lucca notices the discomfort. Armand looks closely at the new Lucca. The boy he is seeing now is very different to the old image of him. He had grown a lot taller. A looker as well, just like his mother. His cheeks flustered a little, realizing how pretty his Young Master is now. “Please follow me into the house, Young Master,” Armand said and gestures for Lucca to follow him.

Lucca follows the old man obediently. As he enters the house, he saw his father was waiting for him. There was a woman and a young boy with him. “Lucca!” His father called out to him. He grins in the process, finding Lucca very attractive. The other two with him looks surprised to see him too. They just didn’t expect to find Lucca to be a very good-looking boy. The woman then feels a little jealous. The young boy, on the other hand, feels angry. And Lucca, knowing well of people’s reaction, acknowledges their feelings right there. But he didn’t show it on his face. He must looks innocence. He must be patience. So, he smiles at them. It was the most innocent and pretty smile they had ever seen in their entire life.