Illusive Eden - He Pretends He's the Hero

The woman before, closer than the rest to the doorway, ceases her hand, almost to hit the door still—in the air.

Rhett stares at them, his gaze stoned. The woman shivers light, lowering her hands.

"What do you need?" He asks, Neva beside him, shows herself more, surmising her ponders of the scene to unfold.

The plump woman clears her throat, revealing a little lot bravery. "How indecent! Shouldn't your sight reach the juveniles on the wheelchair!"

"We see them. Anything else?" He's nonchalant, having Neva beside look up at him. His arms crossed, he awaits a reply from the raging woman. The frailer woman beside her, appears nervous.

"You pair are astrocious!! You hurt our children and make so apathy!! Look at my precious, only son!!" She screams, pulling harshly the wheelchair pellucid to the vision.

The lad had been hurt a lot, a month of healing, yet the wounded face gave one the clarity of having being beaten brutally.

Neva recognised him to be the one, who had caged her forcefully—that traitorous evening.

"They paid for what they had done." Says Rhett, unpleasantly calm.

The plump woman scoffs, glaring at him. "Unbelievable, it is a lamentable situation! My son woke up from a month long blackout, the same happened with Mrs. Blake and Mrs. Clarke's boys!!" Exclaims the plump woman, trembling in anger.

"If you're finished, you can leave." Declares Rhett, his hand forwarded to close the door.

The plump woman's eyes enlargers as that of Neva's floral saucer she used this day, when Mrs. Barlowe strolled for a visit to her.

"How indecent!! You even lack the etiquette to speak to the elders!! Let alone invite them in!!" Screams the woman, her scheme to dismantle the couple's cottage to shreds.

Her son, barely recognisable, seemed embarrassed.

"Enough! Get out of here." He was annoyed.

"We will not!!" Afraid of the cold–hearted man, the plump woman glued to her ground, she nudges the silent, slender woman near, by the arm.

"Mrs. Blake. You do not lack a tongue I believe! Speak up will you!! Don't stand here like a scarecrow!!" She shifts the sharp of the arrow at her fellow accompany.

"We have—we just wanted you to apologise to our sons." Utters Mrs. Blake, her gaze lowered. The plump woman, holds her head, greatly dissatisfied.

"You–" "There's no reason for us to apologise. If there's nothing left, leave." Rhett cuts off the plump woman's approaching taunt at Mrs. Blake.

"So it is it. We are filing a complaint against you! Are you not aware of the harm you had caused these innocent children?! I demand compensation!!" And she proves true Neva's ponders.

Rhett sighs out, "All the skit, and now you finally reveal your bid? A compensation, sure."

He's greatly aware, the brats were dragged out from the hospital, after a while of their consciousness. Sniffing alike a dog their whereabouts, entirely to knife out the means from them.

Was he agreeing for compensation? The woman's eyes glinted in hope.

The woman beside, has an odd feeling.

"Mrs. Griffin, I muse we must leave here." Mrs. Blake says, her son still in need of medical care, nonetheless Mrs. Griffin had forcefully ushered them into the home of her son's oppressor.

Mrs. Griffin puffs out in anger. "Have you lost the brains Mrs. Blake? Look at what these abominable person cost us!! They brutally beat up our inno–" "Shut up!!" Rhett raises his voice, slamming the side jamb of the doorframe with his hand, Neva standing by him flinches.

The four intruders did shrink in fear from his demeanour. Rhett at end, had succumbed to rage.

"One more word out of your rotten mouth, and I'll force you out the hard way," warns Rhett, his dead stare intense.

"Yo–you dare to threaten me! I have been too nice, I am calling the police." Mrs. Griffin's trembling hands hustles inside her purse—grabbing out her phone.

"You won't, how much do you need Mrs. Griffin?" Asks Neva, her voice dripped in pleghm.

Rhett looks at her, frowning, she reaches his eyes, and reassures him with the blink of her eyes.

Mrs. Griffin scoffs, "You are behind time. Petrified to get enclosed in the bars?" She elevates her chin high, her nose hoisting up.

"We've done no crime for the law to penalize us. You must not be aware of the unspeakable things your son wanted to do do to me. I apologise, but they just atoned their sins." Neva says, her gaze stern.

Mrs. Griffin feels her blood boiling fiery, "They are innocent!! It must be you who seduced them!!" She explodes in fury.

"I seduced no one. If you did care about him, you'd never had to see him in such state. I'm heartbroken to see that you don't realise what your son has become." A rigid Neva retorts back. She in the world wouldn't want anyone, to paint her character that of a scarlet woman.

"How insolent!! Now you amateur shall teach me?? I have been too nice, right I am! I shall put you behind the bars!!" Mrs. Griffin trembles, great furious.

She wished to squeeze out money from them, a lot more than suing could have load them up. But at this moment, she blinds herself in rage, chopping her drama short—her shaking fingers dialing a number.

"I would no longer be imprisoned more than your husband and son would Mrs. Griffin." Rhett raises his brow, stabbing her sore spot.

Mrs. Griffin pales, "Wh–what do you blabber about?"

"Well, to make it comprehensible, I have a lot of evidence to suck your family dry. Your husband's affair, defraud, gambles. Your son's unending crimes: bullying, sextortion, substance abuse, rape..." He holds out his phone, swiping the screen before their face, exposing their dark nature.

"And I sure have lots in my possession about your own Mrs. Lucy Griffin. Care I spell them out?" Rhett smiles stoicly, causing colours to drain off all the four—shamelessly sprawled out at his doorway.

He knows too much. And now she realizes; how wrong she was to underestimate her new victims.

"Y–you are just rambling about!!" Screams Mrs. Griffin, in an attempt to intimidate him.

Rhett's bored stare, he puts his phone back, "You are in for a hell of a life in prison. Your nasty habits of grooming younger boys and–" "Ahh!! Quiet it!!" Screams Mrs. Griffin, her face red resembling a tomato.

He drives his gaze at the innocent looking Mrs. Blake, having her shiver and gulp down the lump formed in the throat. They did not lack wealth, and he wouldn't ever compensate them for something he did not regret.

"Mrs. Griffin, please let us go." Says Mrs. Blake, grabbing her arms. She shoves her away, "It is your fault, you were the one who enticed my son. You are a slut!!" Mrs. Griffin rages at Neva.

"I'm not Mrs. Griffin!" Neva exclaims, angered. A raging Rhett, his muscles constricted, his features appears, he had the need to rip Mrs. Griffin's spoiled mouth off.

"If you don't get your act together, I'm afraid you might lose your son to unbearable reasons," Neva apprises, nevertheless, not a word goes inside Mrs. Griffin's thick skull.

She opens her mouth to counter back, but a gun shoved to her face has her zip shut, horrified at the scene enfolding.

"Get out. Take the garbages in the wheelchairs and never reveal your awful face anymore." Declares Rhett, a pistol aimed straight at her head.

Their eyes could almost barge out the sockets, "We–we will leave." Mrs. Blake grips her son's wheelchair, stumbling in the air, pushing it away. Mrs. Griffin, bearing a face to burrow nowhere, follows with her quivering plump frame.

"Wait until that asian whore leaves you for some other man!!" Cries Mrs. Griffin aloud, before she gets inside the cab, stuck on not giving up.

A hot headed Rhett could almost rush out and grab her hair, thrashing her on the dirt. Neva caresses his arm, "These are just words of vengeance. Let's not fret about it." She says, closing the door shut.