On The Stage

XIX

I gave Gregory time, which the man chose not to use. I didn't tell him that I knew everything. That I knew he was cheating on my mother, Catleyn. I didn't say a word, and there were no subliminal messages in my behavior. If I told him, the man would take my words as blackmail, and that was not the plan Randal the tiger had proposed. I hoped that in the next few days the heart belonging to Gregory Von Rostov would break and with tears in his eyes he would confess the whole truth to Catleyn. Gregory, meanwhile, was remarkably calm. A week went by, in less than two days I was supposed to be at the royal castle attending the welcome dinner with Wilhelm Von Mott and Gregory... all he really did was send both Kevin and me threatening looks. You have no idea how many hateful words came to my lips. Bitter words of truth about what a horrible and nasty hypocrite Mr. Von Rostov is. However, I had to keep my emotions in check. I knew that Kevin couldn't find out about anything as long as he stayed in his family home. Otherwise, I couldn't even imagine the fury my half-brother would have over him. Not only because of his betrayal, but I think mainly because of his unquestionable hypocrisy. You could say a lot of things about Gregory. You could say a lot of bad things about him that he had done or said in recent times. But it seemed to me that he still had the honor to confess the truth to my unsuspecting mother. I struggled to watch Gregory chew the food Bobbie had prepared. I had no idea how anything could even pass his lips after the way he had behaved towards her, but also towards me, Kevin and the entire Von Rostov family. It's one thing to be a stupid teenager and shove another chick's cock up your pussy when you're in a relationship. But Gregory is a grown, mature man, the head of a family who should be leading by example. And yes, I agree that everyone makes mistakes. No one is flawless and maybe even Gregory could have done what he did...but this is a fucking marriage.

To be honest, being at home I didn't think about all this on the same scale as when I was at school. The sight of Rebecca Blanc made me want to vomit. I felt disgust, envy and burning rejection for this prostitute. I felt the same way about Rayan. Today is the diploma presentation at school for passing to the next class of high school and the doberman still hasn't acknowledged that he should apologize to me for his behavior. I guess Rayan thinks I haven't cooled off yet these past few days or he's still clinging to the statement that Rebecca Blanc did nothing wrong. I don't know, maybe it's me with a headache, but for my taste, Rebecca did a lot of things wrong. Knowingly or not, how could I forgive her? For God's sake, she slept with my damn mother's husband! At a time when Gregory should be focusing on his family, on fixing the problem and living in harmony it was the cat lady who was occupying his time with her cunt. At a time when my mother was crying alone, when Kevin was having nervous breakdowns, when Luna was losing more hair, Gregory was making time for himself with some stupid eighteen-year-old girl. After all, "Richard" had told her he had family problems. Rebecca knew exactly what her sexual partner was up against and yet she didn't dissuade him from these encounters. In fact, Rebecca felt wronged by the fact that Gregory had suspended their meetings together, cutting off contact with her. How could Rayan even be on her side? It doesn't fucking make sense.

Our group leader was just handing out diplomas to each person in the class, congratulating them on moving on to the next stage of their education, which was the third year of high school. On the first of September we were all supposed to come back to school after the holidays, and these diplomas were a certificate and at the same time a pass to further education. There was not a single person in our group who did not receive this diploma, which of course meant that we were all to meet in September.

Of course during this whole event there were some surprises. The headmistress of our group with a smile on her lips informed me that the headmaster Robert Rell would like me to visit his office just after I receive my diploma. I had no idea why the headmaster called me, but of course I went to his office.