20 years later
In a somewhat big house near the city park, a young man with blonde hair and grey eyes, was seated on a rocking chair on the porch, sipping a cup of hot coffee with a pleased expression frozen on his pale face.
"Who knew it was this nice, having nothing to do at all", he said with contempt as he sank deeper and deeper in thoughts.
Suddenly, a loud voice broke the silence, pulling him out of his daydream. "Zenix, get your butt in here and do the darn dishes!".
"...What the hell, I knew it was too good to be true", he sighed in disappoinment.
'Alas, I must beckon to her majesty's call'.
"Coming mom!" He yelled in response.
As he stepped into the kitchen, he quickly caught scent of an alluring aroma so mesmerizing that it could reanimate the dead.
"You know Mom, sometimes I wonder if your secret cooking ingredient is a touch of Vudu".
"Awww, I'll take that as a compliment... Thank you very much".
"Now do the dishes before I snap".
Zenix hesitantly got to it and in a matter of minutes, he had washed what had seemed to be a mounta-- mountains of dirty dishes. His, mother turned to him and noticed that he was done.
"When I was your age, I could wash that number of dishes, under half the time you took".
"Well that's totally not a shocker, you are a mom after all".
"Now go call your siblings, it's almost time for dinner".
"Do I really have to though?".
He immediately regretted asking as he met his mother's furious gaze.
"Alright, alright, I'll do it".
As He slowly ascended the stairs, he called out. "Drent! Arie! Mazou! Get your butts down here", he said with the same expression his mother had when she called him. But as expected, there was no response.
Zenix smirked and thought to himself; 'Now I have every right to do what I want to do'.
He marched down the hall and kicked open the first door.
"What did you do that for?". Drent was immersed in his video game when the door to his room exploded open with a violent kick, making him almost drop his phone.
"Get your butt down stairs right this moment young man, and I ain't taking excuses". Zenix then stormed out of the room onto the next. Upon opening the door, he noticed Arie on the floor, playing doll house with her barbie toy.
"For God's sake, you are 17".
"Oh yeah, what's it to you?".
"Oh nothing, you demented weirdo".
"Good, you abominable vermin".
"Just get down stairs already".
He went further in. His anxiety grew with every successive step he took, until he got to the final boss.
"Uhm... Could you be generous enough to go down stairs, sister Mazou?", he pleaded with all sincerety. "Get out", she retorted."Yes ma'am".
Minutes later, the five of them were seated at the dining table, a mix of fine dishes were before them. They all indulged in the food, some with elegance... others with unrestrained hunger.
"Drent, we know you're untamed but you don't have to show it at the dinner table". At the moment, drent had forgotten his table manners and someone had to knock them back in. Zenix decided to personally carry out that task. "At least be a bit more composed, you vermin".
Drent immediately adjusted himself and wiped his mouth. He was accustomed to the constant bullying he would always receive from his elder brother --who was older then him by ten whole years-- no matter the situation. He had long realized that it came with being the last born.
"And that goes to you too, you nitwit", Zenix added as he glanced in the direction of arie, who had a huge chunk of meat in her mouth. She froze, not knowing how to retort".
"Stop insulting your siblings", their mother scolded.
"Oh, it wasn't that bad". "Anyways mom, wasn't dad supposed to be back for the weekends?".
"Well he was, but he suddenly had urgent matters to take care of".