Zarek was blinded by rage.

He didn't even wish a Happy Birthday to his best friend, despite buying him his perfect party. Zarek knew that small gestures like these were what indicated the end of a relationship. He had no idea how he drove home, although he was sure he exceeded the speed limit by at least a hundred miles. Zarek was heading to what he liked to call his black hole - a dark emptiness to let his demons roam freely - with one mission; get rid of those fucking booty shorts.

When Zarek opened his bedroom door, his empty desk stared blankly at him. Zarek's electric green eyes bulged out, taking two large strides to get to the said furniture, not believing what he saw. He checked in the drawers, under the chair and the desk and the bed, he even looked through his closet just in case, but nothing. Those jean shorts fucking disappeared.

Zarek's pale hand ran through his hair, tugging at it to regain him some patience and common sense. Eva couldn't have taken them from my room, could she? No, Zarek saw her in the mall, she must have bought them with her own money because there was no way she could've sneaked in and took them. Eva never stepped a foot inside his property, she had no idea where his room could've been, and she was a decent girl - no way a decent girl would break in just for a pair of shorts. Well, if she did then she was stupid, leaving all of the fortune behind for a clothing article.

Zarek needed to work his dead brain cells a little harder - Violet! They were hers after all, Zarek could remember her being pissed when he filtered them out of her shopping bags weeks ago. Zarek didn't know why she waited this long to retreat them - although he knew she was scared of him and hoped he forgot about them by now - but he was about to pay her a visit, giving her one of his usual stop-being-a-fucking-whore talk.

Zarek stormed down the stairs, almost slipping a couple times on the shiny glass, and stood before the disgustingly girly door with flowers and green leafs crawling at its surface. He took a deep breath, containing his temper so that he wouldn't lose control and end up like the last time where he broke her perfume bottle, threatened her, and pulled her hair. Violet would definitely give him The Worst Brother trophy if she had one, but only if she knew that Zarek was doing all these things because he loved and cared about her.

If he didn't, then he wouldn't be so worked up over the littlest of things. He wanted to mold his sister to be a respectful lady, but it seemed like Violet didn't appreciate such efforts. Zarek was sure that once Violet grew up a little, then she would appreciate her brother, so for now, Zarek just had to ignore the heart-limping hurt in her deep blue eyes and the occasional I-hate-yous thrown around and act as if he wasn't fazed by them while it literally crushed his heart.

Making sure that Zarek was as calm as he could, he twisted the silver doorknob. Her aesthetic room overwhelmed Zarek as usual with all the purple, fuzzy, silky, stuffed things. As Zarek examined his sister's messy room - he noticed a new poster of some male singer wearing a freaking purple suit with Harry Styles written on it which made Zarek make a mental note to google him later - Zarek concluded that Violet wasn't sleeping in her queen-sized bed or doing her homework on her royal bed. Zarek checked the attached bathroom and the walk-in closet as well, but no trace of any blue-eyed brunette was found.

To say that Zarek was livid was an understatement.

Violet was fucking fourteen, she shouldn't be outside whoring herself out at such a young age, she should be at home under the wings of her brother and father. The demon that colonized Zarek's soul was feeding Zarek with horrible assumptions and possibilities - what if she had a boyfriend? If she had, then they were officially dead people.

Zarek left the room since his sister's things - especially her stuffed animals - were mocking him and Zarek even thought that that stupid Harry Styles poster blinked at him. Standing in the staircase to make sure that his voice travelled the entire mansion, Zarek yelled.

"Biddy!" he roared at the old maid. Pacing around to cool his nerves that were on fire, Zarek pulled at his blond hair. He gave the poor maid a little more time since she was old and slow as shit, but when he didn't get a response, he shouted again. "Biddy, where the fuck are you?"

Still, no response.

"Biddy, I swear-"

"What's wrong?" Charlize interrupted, coming down the stairs with all her glory in a red, velvet - apparently her favorite fabric - wrap dress, wearing delicate sandals, her blond hair was in its usual curls, face caked in makeup and everything. She must be on her way to some interview.

Zarek didn't even acknowledge the ridiculously deep cleavage cut that reached all the way to her ribcage. If anyone were to ask Charlize why she chose that specific dress, then she would tell something along the lines of it's a work by one of my favorite designer and it also elongates me, can't you tell? but Zarek knew the real reason - she needed people's attention somewhere else to distract them from the aging lines in her once-had-been youthful face. Zarek wasn't sure, but he suspected that Charlize always hit on him - and other younger men that Theodore didn't need to know about - because she wanted to prove to her insecure self that she still had it in her and to feel young again.

Apparently, she was too blinded to notice the loving man who opened his house to her and married her because she was too busy being a fucking cougar.

Zarek glared at her. "Where's Biddy? I've been calling her and she hasn't responded."

Charlize's glossed, filled lips quivered up, her millions-worth white teeth flashing themselves. "Theo fired her," she purred, taking slow steps at him, "She had cancer so he had to get rid of her."

Zarek's dysfunctional heart skipped a beat at the mention of Mrs. Biddy having cancer. Yes, he was rude to the elderly woman and he didn't talk to her most of the time but he actually respected her. She basically raised him; she cleaned after him, she covered for him, and she took care of him when he was little from getting him ready to school to tucking him into bed. Mrs. Biddy was the only motherly figure he had in his life, and he was losing her just like he lost his real mother.

Charlize stood before Zarek, her disgusting hand resting on his cheek. "Theo is gone, Mrs. Biddy is fired, Violet just left-"

Zarek snatched her wrinkly hands away. "Violet left?" he roared, remembering why he was calling the maid in the first place, "Where did she go?"

"I don't know, with some ginger boy." Charlize shrugged. "Point is, we have the house all to ourselves, I can ditch the interview for tonight-"

"Damn those gingers from hell," Zarek gritted, too distracted to comment on Charlize's pathetic invitation - she really can't get more desperate than this. "Who is he? Did you see him?"

"No, but he had a baige Jeep as a ride." Charlize frowned, deepening the buttox injected wrinkles in her forehead, gazing at Zarek and attempting to touch his face again. "I don't understand why this is so important. I'm literally flaunting myself off to you and you're too focused on some ginger boy."

A beige Jeep?

Ashton, that motherfucker, just couldn't end it with Eva, no, he had to get Violet involved too. Zarek knew he should've drowned him in that lake yesterday in The Donut Central Park or at least punched a tooth out. Leaving a pathetic Charlize perplexed behind, Zarek went down the glassy staircase, almost falling yet again, and hopped in his car, reflecting on Raven's words that weren't so useless now - our birthday party crashed with another middle school party just down the street.

It wasn't hard to find the said party. Zarek parked his Mustang with a holt, storming out of it and straight into the party. He didn't care that the engine was still running, that the driver's door was wide open, and that the vehicle was unlocked because he was too much in a hurry. Zarek knew that this was yet another bad habit of his - someday someone will steal my car because of this - but like every other habit of Zarek's, he didn't really have much control over it.

Maneuvering his way through the fucking drunken fourteen and fifteen year-olds - Zarek couldn't really blame them since he was doing much worse things when he was their age - Zarek recognized Violet's silky brown hair. She was wearing the damned shorts - they really wanna pop a vein in my head and get rid of me - along with some random black top, and she was talking with what Zarek could only recognize as Ashton's brother.

Zarek pulled at Violet's elbow, swiftly moving her to stand behind him as he took the teen version of Ashton by surprise and punched him straight to the cheek. The hormonal teen was too weak and taken off guard that he stumbled back before landing on the ground, his hand clutching at his cheek as he struggled to maintain eye contact with Zarek. Just like Ashton, his brother had an intense gaze.

Zarek pointed his finger at the fourteen-year-old boy, electric green eyes promising him his death and tense jaw confirming the threat. "You and your brother stay the fuck away!"

Zarek could tell that the crowd of middle-schoolers were gaping at his scene, never witnessing such violence before. Zarek could swear he glimpsed the face of Eva's sister among the kids, but Zarek didn't care enough to do a double-take to confirm anything. He turned around to his sister, realizing that his strong grip had been on her elbow the entire time which would result in nasty bruises, and pushed her with him.

He led her out of the party, trying so hard to keep his fist from hitting her as well, and shoved her in the backseat of his Mustang where his favorite leather jacket was thrown. "Careful not to sit on my jacket," he seethed out.

"Oh m-my god," Violet didn't even hear him as she whimpered through her tears, clutching at her bruised elbow, "What did you just do? You just ruined everything..."

Zarek knew he could be triggered easily and he didn't want to have a fight with her, so he didn't bother replying or lecturing her for that matter - he was saving it for later. Instead, Zarek's eyes were lingering at Ryan's house down the street. Zarek had this strange gut feeling that he needed to go check on that party. Zarek didn't know what that was all about, but for once, Zarek would actually listen to his sixth sense.

He glanced at a crying Violet in the rearview mirror. "If you even think of going back inside..." he trailed because, honestly, even he didn't want to find out, "Stay in the car, I'll be right back."