Deluge of Misfortune - continued

Sterling knew that his homecoming was well overdue. Yes he had missed the place, 
who wouldn't with its lavish scenery that blended like a put together collage. It had all
 fitted perfectly into his lifestyle. The imagery he could recall had never deserted him, it was always there sitting 
vivid in his memory. His thoughts would often take him to the dirt motorbike tracks that ran rugged
through the green countryside.
 It had brought a sense of freedom from the endless torment that at times plagued him,
his bike honoring its worth as he rode with its speed. He couldn't wait to feel that release again. 

One thing was certain though, he wasn't about to let that past emptiness drown him out again.
Sterling slowed the bikes engine as he turned down a side street. It was poorly lit, yet he recognized it
like the back of his hand. Today it felt different though. It was as if a stranger had taken away its tranquility.
As he neared the streets end, he set his sights on a tall grey house, scanning its familiarity. 
 It was the house he grew up in. He noticed that the lit up balcony still showed off the flower bed of
red and pink roses which groomed the garden below. Sterling took a breath in, hoping to smell the
aroma that at a time used to welcome him home after a long day out.
As the bike stood idling, he noticed that the curtains were drawn and then remembered that the house
was occupied by different owners. 
Suddenly his emotions began to heighten. The arrangements of its selling hadn't included him. He had been spat
out of its existence without a say. The secret of its selling kept secret until after it had been sold. 
He could still recall that one phone call that had changed everything.
Sterling swore under his breath as he revved the bike loudly. He gripped the handlebars with rage as 
he felt its power beneath him. It was as if the bike knew all about his torment. His older brother Clint
was a force to be dealt with. The lies and secrets that played a part in his brothers deceit would one day
go straight to hell. He could no longer look at him as family because greed had taken it all away. Did Clint 
seriously think that his brother was just going to stand back and let him have it all?
He continued to curse through the black motorcycle helmet that Clint had once given him as a gift.
Now it just seemed like a worthless object without meaning. Time hadn't changed the way he felt and 
one day the outcome could only be revenge.
To be continued.........