Talkative

Fear

Sometime after school
As soon as V opens the door his little sister rushes to hug him. "Hey hey hey you gotta let me get in the house before you attack me foucee" he says as he picks up his 7-year-old sister. "brother!" she says as she hugs him tightly. "Ugh you're getting too big for me to carry you," v pretends to struggle. His sister hits his shoulder and he pretends to be in pain. V removes his shoes and walks further into the expensive home. His father looks at him with no emotion. "I heard you have to take a first-year class?" V puts down his little sister and she runs into her room. Vs smile disappears "yeah ..um it's cuz I didn't take one before" he says nervously. He knew he was going to get chewed out so he was emotionally prepared for it. "It's *because, If you can not talk to me like an educated young man, then pay me back every single cent that I spent on your education. Secondly, I will talk to the school. You do not need to be wasting time taking some useless class. Your goal is to be a good lawyer like me right? And you still use words like 'cus' .. embarrassing" his father says coldly, it was true. When he was younger he did want to be a lawyer like his father but after learning what kind of people his father represented he wanted nothing more than to be better than him and bring justice to the ones his father has wronged. "I understand dad, just don't talk to my teachers.. I would like to be treated as a normal kid and not your son," He says under his breath." ... plus! It's.." he tries to think of a way to convince his father "it would look great if I finished all my credits. The school is known for its law program and they would love it if I showed full participation." His dad raises his eyebrow. "Fine, now please go change, you look ridiculous."V bows his head "yes father," he hurries to his room.
V couldn't stand his father. He only showed him this much respect because he feared him. With his dad he wasn't allowed to make mistakes, even stuttering would get him in trouble. He just turned 20 but he still felt like a scared kid when it came to his father. V walks over to his desk and begins to take out his supplies, that's when he noticed a certain shoebox out of place. His heart drops to the floor. He rushes to it and makes sure nothing in it was touched. He lets out a sigh of relief when he notices everything was in place. The box held anything and everything he found pretty. The box contained pink hair clips, a corset, makeup, earrings, and a small picture of him and his mother with messy makeup on. If his dad found it he would probably die, the fear of what happened last time still lives with him. He places his hand on his left shoulder, remembering the scar that was left there. His mom always knew he was a little different, she would always do his hair pretty and allow him to wear anything he wanted. But when he was 13 she died, and ever since it's been a living hell for him. He no longer had his mother to run to. He hears a knock on the door "One second!" he says as he puts the shoebox back in place. "brother??? I bought you food!!" His sister says. he lets out a sigh of relief and opens the door. she walks in carrying a plate of food "me and Minda made it!" Minda was their chef and far more loving than their father ever was. V says thanks to the young girl and began eating making sure to fit in a 'yum' after the first bite so that she knows he enjoyed it. His little sister leaves the room and he starts studying again, that was until his phone started to vibrate. He smiled as he saw that the message was from T.
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