Beckett P.O.V

I reminded myself to reward Eric, as once again he had proved his devotion to me. At precisely eight o'clock, my flock was seated around me, eagerly awaiting my word. I smiled, my arms resting by my side. I had closed the door, hoping that my siblings would stay in their beds. I had important business to attend to, and I didn't need the hindrance of tucking people into bed.

"Thank you Eric, for gathering people so quickly." I began, watching a smile appear across his chubby face. His sausage fingers were wrapped around a chocolate bar- probably one of many he'd brought from home.
"Thank you for agreeing to come here so late in advance. But, I felt like it's time to tell you my plan." I said, watching smiles appear like a rash on the faces of my people.

"Is it violent?" Eric said fiendishly, smacking his lips together, before wiping melted chocolate from around his mouth. I raised an eyebrow, slightly sickened by him.

"Of sorts. It's nothing that we can't handle. Trust me," I began, walking slowly to the window. I looked out of it, making sure that Ronald dearest wasn't home yet. He wasn't, but by now that was no surprise to me. "I'm sick and tired of the that man abusing my family!" I yelled, pointing to a picture of the thing on the wall. He was holding Cicely, who looked completely and utterly distraught. Everybody was silent, awaiting words from me. I found myself getting choked up, thinking about little Bryan tucked in bed upstairs, his little body littered with bruises and cuts.
"My brother is seven years old, and do you know what he does? He beats him with his belt, because he stutters. The boy can't lie down without being in pain!"

I was becoming emotional, good leaders don't show emotion. I turned to face them, body shaking. "He beats my mother for protecting me." I said, balling my hands into fists. My knuckles stung from punching the floor earlier, but I ignored it.
"I finally feel like it's time to do something about it. I can't live in this house anymore, knowing that he's breathing, and pissing our money down the drain when he drinks every night." I said, standing still. I could see that they knew what I was talking about, a girl raised her hand slowly. I cocked my head to the side, telling her to speak.

"What will happen if everything goes wrong?" She asked, fear present in her eyes. I smiled, oh I've already thought of that, I said to myself. As long as I carry out my part, I don't care what happens if it goes wrong, another little voice squealed in my mind.

"It won't. Trust me. You'll all get what you want, it's a guarantee. As long as you play by the rules, there'll be no reason to fault my plan." I said, my tone authoritative, I was trying so very hard not to get too excited. A good leader stays calm, I reminded myself, keeping my breathing at a steady pace. Feelings of excitement spread throughout the group, as they looked at each other.
"As long as whatever is said in this house, stays in this house, I see no reason why we won't get what we deserve. Because we deserve it." Everybody began to clap, I felt- triumphant.

"What date?" Robert asked, clutching his new love Annaliese.

"Monday the 18th of October, 1996, two o'clock. Don't forget it, it'll be the best day of your life. Your hindrances will be gone, and you will never have the dissatisfaction of looking at them ever again. We'll have another meeting on Sunday, just to make sure that every single one of you is still onboard." There were squeals of joy, as each and every one of them rushed to show me their badges. They displayed them with pride.

"The Revolution!" Eric shouted, the rest of them joining him,I smiled, nodding, basking in their loyalty.
                                       ~>•<~

Eric was the last of them to leave, he was waiting on his mother to collect him from my house. We sat on the steps outside, looking out for her car. The woman would never allow Eric to breathe on his own, he was still a little boy to her. She wanted to keep a strong, wrinkled grasp on him until she couldn't get away with it anymore. There'd be a point in which that she'd have to let go; Monday 18th of October. He sat with another chocolate bar in his hand, hastily freeing it of its purple wrapper.
"I can't wait to be free of that bitch, Beckett. I can't wait to watch her coffin go into the incinerator, and burn." He said, taking half of the bar into his mouth, chewing it loudly. I hated it when he chewed with his mouth open, his lips smacking together.

"Your mom?" I asked, humouring him. I knew exactly who he meant, and Margaret Ryans was their name. The woman that had given birth to him, raised him, fattened him up to the greasy pumpkin that he was. I shivered again, hoping that she would hurry up.

"Yes, my mom. I don't even know how I'm going to do it. Gun? My fist?" He had finished his food, two minutes after opening it. I chewed the inside of my mouth, tucking my hands into my pocket. I was cold, and fed up of waiting for his mother.

"You should think about it, Eric. You don't know what it'll be like without her. She's a recluse, they'll know that it was you." I reminded him, he sighed. It was better for the both of us that he never used that brain of his. Whenever he did I could smell the putrid smoke that came from his ears.

"You could do it, Beckett. You could do it, and then I could clean it up, and then make it look like an-"

"I have nothing against your mother, Eric. Sure, she thinks that I'm a filthy little heathen- but perhaps she's right. No, I'm not going to murder your mother, Eric. It defeats the purpose of our group. You punish the people that have wronged you, not others." I reminded him, he nodded, crushing the wrapper in his hands. Margaret's grey Sedan emerged from around the corner, her eyes wandering to my face. I smiled at her, raising my hand to wave at her slowly. She grimaced, winding down her window.

"Eric! Come on!" Her porky son was already half-way down the garden path, pulling his pants up as he went. I felt sorry for his clothes, having to soak up every ounce of sweat, every ounce of stale fart that the boy had ever emitted. His body wobbled as he came to stop, letting himself out, he turned to wave at me.

"See you tomorrow Eric." I said smugly, waving him off as he slid into the passenger's seat. His mother was already beginning to yell at him, his circular head pressed against the window, the only thought in his head was Monday the 18th of October, 1996.

I stood up, stretching my arms, breath coming out of my mouth like smoke. It was probably around ten o'clock, and Ronald or my mother weren't home yet. It was a little early for Ronald, but I knew that coming home early was never a thought in his mind. He was all about the staying-until-the-bar-closes spiel.
Sighing, I wandered towards the house, letting myself back in. The place was deadly silent, meaning that my siblings were still all in bed.
I made my way into the kitchen, scrambling around in the dim light to find a glass. I dropped a few ice cubes into a glass, carrying it upstairs with me. I wouldn't sleep until my mother got home, instead, I would chew on my ice, reading, preparing myself for Monday.
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Song Of The Chapter- Cheer Up London by Slaves

A.N
Things are gonna get spicy in the next few chapters, we're gonna meet another character as well. She's kinda key and kinda not, let's say she make's Beckett's ambitions a wee bit easier. We're also gonna see a little more of our dear friend Ronald <3

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