Abandoned In Prison, Now They Regret!

CHAPTER 003

Steven, who totally ignored Helen’s dreadful stares, walked towards his room just under the staircase.

This particular room wasn't meant for anyone to live in, it is supposed to be a storage room, where things that aren't necessarily needed were kept until they do, but then this little space turned out to be Steven's room.

When Steven newly arrived at the Milton's household, he was welcomed with open arms, he thought they cared about him but that was all a facade.

When he first stepped into the mansion, his family, most especially his parents, had arranged a bright, gorgeous, clean and spacious room for him.

He was so excited, he thought finally he was home to his own family and that he wouldn't need to suffer again.

But then something happened, Jackson his adopted brother walked into the room and said,

“Mom, dad, my game room is too small for me, I want this to be my new gaming room!”

His mum asked gently;

“Sweetheart, are you sure?”

“Yes mum, please!” Jackson uttered pouting.

And with that, Steven was evacuated from the room, he was asked to leave and stay in the storage room just below the stairs temporarily, with unending promises that once they prepare a much larger room for him, he would move in.

But that was some years ago, ever since then he kept asking;

“Mum, when am I going to move into the room you promised?”

He was given excuses upon excuses, until he finally gave up days leading to his five year sentence.

And now here he was, five years later still in the storage room with no hope for a better room, not like he cared anyway.

There is one reason and one reason alone as to why he had returned to this very room after all this time and that is to retrieve an item which meant a lot to him.

A commemorative badge from someone special.

Back then when he was in the orphanage home, the owner and the old director had given him this badge when he was leaving.

His words were;

“Son, I want you to have this.” Handing him the badge staring into his eyes as he did, “If you ever run into trouble or you need help. Or worse yet in a critical situation and you don't know how to get out of it, this badge could come in handy.”

So far the badge didn't help him, he just didn't want to turn down the old director because he felt he was old and may have said that out of love for him.

Now Steven kept the badge as a keepsake as a reminder of the director which he felt he had to return or take back.

After picking it up into his little backpack, he left the room.

To his greatest surprise, Helen was still waiting for him just outside the door, she couldn't step inside because to her that room is too small for her to go in.

She looked at him in disdain, her eyes filled with irritation as she stared at him.

“Why are you so rude? Is that what you picked up in jail?” She asked with scorn visible on her face.

Steven ignored her totally, he wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of seeing him retaliate.

His focus was leaving the house and returning the badge to where it belonged.

The fact that she was being ignored, infuriated her even more, she held onto his arms and uttered;

“Where the hell are you going?”

Steven stopped in his tracks.

“Are you trying to steal something valuable from the house?”

Steven forcefully pulled her hands off him, he was really pissed off now.

He turned to her and coldly uttered;

“Is there anything valuable in my storage room?”

“Then what's in that bag of yours?”

Before Steven could reply, Helen dragged it off him.

She began searching and saying;

“You just showed up from prison and now you want to leave with a bag? You must have stolen jewelry or something, is your plan to wreck us? And put us out in the cold street with nothing?”

Steven couldn't believe his ears, but allowed her to search.

When she checked it, she found nothing at all except for a strange looking metallic badge.

Shame drained her, she felt awkward for a moment but that didn't last long she quickly shrugged off the feeling and said;

“Steven, I don't care what you feel or think you are, but now that you are back in this household you need to start acting like a Milton!”

Steven only scoffed without saying a word.

“What's with that attitude? This is exactly what will be the end of you. Your nonchalance is what I hate the most, it will put you in trouble someday, you should really change and be more like Jackson.”

He couldn't hold it in anymore, he laughed out loud and retorted coldly his eyes Stone cold;

“Oh really? What should I learn from him? How to get myself in a shitty situation? How to commit a hit and run crime while drunk and pin it on someone else to take the blame? Talk about a role model, maybe you are right, I should do that!”

His tone made Helen upset, she was about to say something when a woman came down from the stairs, well dressed;

“What's all this yanking about?” She asked.

And then her eyes fell on Steven, they widened and tears welled up in them upon recognition.

She smiled, teary eyed and said warmly,

“Oh Steven you are back, my son is finally home! I have missed you.” with her hands widely spread hoping for a hug.

Steven remained transfixed in his spot, he looked at her with nothing but coldness.

His expression remained cold.

Was this supposed to affect him? What's with the tears? What a nice performance, she should have won an Oscar for acting.

Instead of running into her arms and pretending that she meant something to him at one point in his life, Steven did the opposite.

He uttered with a voice that was so frosty it could freeze Milton's entire mansion and two more miles away.

“Mrs Milton, as far as I know, you only have one son, his name is Jackson Milton.”