'Shut up!' Slap.
'Can you stop slapping me please?' I muttered rather annoyed with the slapping. He raised his hand to do it again when someone stopped them. I looked up to see an older man with a scar running down the right side of his face. It looked old but that must really have hurt.
'Please, these people are our guests, do not be so rude.' He sounded really posh... 'And this one.' He said lifting my chin. 'This one is special.' I looked at the posh man and swallowed, I didn't feel that great. The men all walked off and I looked over at Zach before looking around, the cement walls, the chair I was sitting on...
'Strip them.' I heard someone order and panic set in.
'Don't, don't touch me.' I said trying to shift back as someone approached. 'DON'T TOUCH ME!' I screamed and the door slammed open.
'What's going on in here, I didn't give authorization for this room be used.' I heard the voice and looked up, tears brimming my eyes as I looked at my dad.
'Please, please.' I begged and he stopped and stared down at me.
'What's going on?' Dad asked and the older man with the scar looked at him with a smug look.
'Surprised? So were we when we found out. I was also surprised to hear that the kings right hand man knew his son was a disgusting disease spreader.' The scarred man seemed to enjoy dad's shock at seeing me but dad looked at him with anger and I heard a weird clicking noise.
'My son has nothing to do with this life, and how do you know he's one of them?'
'He's been seen hanging out with this one, who we know for a fact is diseased and poisoned by that Bransden boy. We can't touch them but-'
'You realise if you hurt that boy, you're basically declaring war on the whole Bransden clan? Do you know what that will do to us? We don't even have the numbers near to them, they're on a completely different level to us! And if he's one of the partners to a Bransden heir then you've really fucked us over here Marcus.' Dad said sounding really pissed off, I heard that clicking noise again but didn't know what it was.
'And what about your boy? You left the king to go see him didn't you? Don't tell me you didn't know.'
'I went to see him and he asked me to leave, he didn't want to see me so I left and went back to the king!'
'And you're saying you didn't know.'
'No.'
'Then why prey tell did almost half the town know before you? They diseased the high school with their little display at the end of the football game tonight.' Dad was silent. There was a loud banging on the door and people were yelling but I couldn't understand what they were saying, then there was a pained yelled and the men near the door on our side shuffled back and the door was kicked in, Tyler stepping in, blood covering his boots, hands, shirt and smothering his mouth and chin, it was fucking intense and I froze, Zach wiggling in his chair as he stopped Tyler.
'Now now son.' Marcus, the man with the scar, said in a warning tone. 'Don't go doing anything you're going to regret.' Tyler bared his teeth and growled loudly, like an actual fucking dog, it echoed off the walls and sounded terrifying.
'Shut the fuck up Marcus.' Dad yelled and Marcus went quiet, Tyler's face turning to dad as he stepped inside the room. 'Listen.' Dad said putting his hands up in surrender. 'This was a mistake.' I watched as a guy tried to sneak up behind Tyler, I went to yell but as the man moved Tyler turned and grabbed the man by the throat, fingers digging into the sides, blood pouring over his fingers and the man gave a strangled cry before Tyler dropped him, the man convulsing on the floor.
