Ruthless Empire (Royal Elite 6)

Instead, I stood there, pulled my hands apart and drowned in the silent chaos all alone.

It was liberating, black, and so still. Nothing ruined it or interrupted it or ended it.

Constant silent chaos.

It was maybe hours or days — I don’t remember.

Unlike Xander, I didn’t fight to find my way home. He walked for hours and days until he finally returned.

In my case, some passersby stumbled upon me and called the police, who eventually sent me home.

I remember the tears in my mother’s eyes, one of which had a purple bruise on the lid. I remember her embrace and how she held on to me sobbing, her voice echoi

ng around me like a vice.

She was glad I’d returned and that I was safe.

I didn’t hug her back.

I couldn’t hug her back.

I just stood there, and while she cried, I thought about the chaos I’d left behind and if there was a way to bring it back.

Chaos is the only thing that makes me stop and stare. It’s a pause button to my brain.

Not everyone likes chaos, though. I figured that out when my father took me to the therapist doctor because I didn’t cry.

I couldn’t cry.

All of a sudden, crying became something redundant. When I was younger, I cried while I curled in a ball in my bed.

I slammed my hands against my ears and pretended the shouting voices from outside weren’t real. They were like the bogeyman.

What young me didn’t know was that the bogeyman would never show up.

Our own house monster did, and he didn’t stay still. He didn’t keep his hands to himself.

Whenever Mum’s screams echoed in the house, I made it my mission not to go out there. If I did, I’d only worsen the situation. She’d try to protect me and that would get us both hit and with bruises.

If I had bruises, Mum would hide me and not let me play with my friends until they were gone.

I don’t know why I cried back then. It was useless anyway. None of our tears stopped him or made him pause.

We were just his things that he treated as he saw fit.

Being a successful businessman with an empire under his belt gave William Nash the name and the status. No one saw the monster behind his smiles. No one suspected his drinking habits or his firm hand that he didn’t hesitate to use.

In public, he held me in his arms and doted on us. In private, he snapped the moment we said a word.

I learnt silence before I learnt talking. Silence gives you room to think, to plot. Talking only gets you in trouble.

After I met Chaos, I stopped crying, amongst other habits like wondering why Mum and I were stuck with him, or if I’d done something wrong by being born.

Chaos taught me many things, and the most important of all is: you have to start it yourself.

You can’t wait for chaos to happen.

Dad is a master of chaos. He causes it every day. Every night.