Possessive Rich Bully

Chapter 4 (Pt. 4)

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beginning of a doom...

Astoria

"Eat up, biscuit." Papa, my grandfather, broke me away from distorted thoughts. "Something on yer mind? Care to share it with your old man?"

I brush him off with a small shake of my head. "Nothing, papa. I was just feeling bored doing nothing in my room," I lied through my teeth.

I dug my spoon into the delicious biscuits and gravy my grandma had made. I got my nickname biscuit because as a child, all I wanted to eat was my gravy and biscuits.

Papa shared a look with mama. I had known both of them my whole life and was well aware that they were silently communicating and had come to the conclusion that something was indeed wrong with me.

"Your great-aunt Tessie needs some help with her farm this summer. If you like, I can tell Tessie you are more than happy to help her out. Of course, some of your cousins will be there."

My grandmother, Pearl, although the wanted the best for me, going back to Missouri after I'd just made the big move to the city folks town, won't be adjustable.

And I won't be able to be near Axel for the entire summer.

That's too much.

Even after our fight, I knew we'll make it up for each other soon. It was just a matter of days...

"No, mama. It's not necessary. I am just fine here," I assured her.

"Why do you have such a glum look on your face? Is it because of the Trent boy? Was he being mean to you?" My grandmother started.

My grandfather's inquisitive eyes settled on me. He can read me better than anyone and if figured out the reason behind my gloomy state was indeed the boy he couldn't stand, then God have mercy on me.

Since the beginning, papa had made it clear that I should stay far away from the Trent spawn. He had trouble written all over him. Neither one of my grandparents knew anything about Axel's initial harassment and bullying nature.

And I would love it if it stayed that way. I couldn't afford to have them dislike Axel even more than they do now.

"It's nothing, mama. Why do you always have to be on my case. Maybe this is just how a normal teenager behaves."

"Watch your tone, girl. It's your grandmother," Papa chided.

It was time to excuse myself and return to my room. I'll cause more drama than necessary if I keep my big mouth open any longer.

"You will stop spending time with that boy, Astoria. He's a bad influence." The firmness in my grandfather's tone held no room for arguments. He was imposing the restriction on me.

I opened my mouth to protest, but a stern look from papa had me eating my own words.

"To your room. Now," he ordered.