Med Romance

Prologue

Akira

"We're getting a divorce."

Divorce. What a stupid word. Di-vorce. Just a word that makes me question my whole fucking life. My parents, my very much grossly in love parents who strive for every chance to touch each other, kiss and hug each other which has made both mine and Alex's life hell are getting a divorce. It's like someone has made a rip in the air and opened a portal to some other realm and pushed me into it because this is fucking impossible.

I inhale deeply and crush the fabric of my loose fitting jeans by fisting my hands until my knuckles are white. I can still see the splats of white and red paint on my jeans. Even after trying to wash the paint off the stain hasn't gone. The result had been exquisite with all shades of reds and creams and whites and even Mr. Hetherson had complimented me.

"Akira." I jerk at the deep, rumbly timbre of my dad's voice and stare at my own gray-green eyes. Everyone in my family calls me quirky because of my weird eyes, dark wild, untamable hair, fantastic fashion sense which is always incomplete without a trace of paint or ink and of course, my exigent charm and wit.

"Yes?" I clear my throat to avoid the rasp. My voice sounds damn weird. Wet. Thick. As if there's a cork in my throat blocking my voice. That's because there is. But weakness in my family is not only frowned upon but also angered at.

"Did you hear us?" My mom snaps. Her dirty blonde hair, the same as Alex, my brother, is in it's usual perfect coil. Nothing and I mean absolutely nothing ruffles my mom's impeccable personality. It's as if the air around her is trained to not let anything pass the very high walls she has erected around her. Not even her kids. How my sunshine father had won over my very grumpy mom is really inconceivable.

"I did. Are you both sure about this?" My words are straight to the point, concise and I am immensely proud at myself for my voice not cracking even once.

"Positive. Though the reason is very complicated. We both need some time away from each other. And we think that it is best we seperate so as not to affect your and Alex's life before our toxicity destroys your lives too." My mom says, her words very professional and superior as if their actions are not really destroying our lives. As if they are doing us a favour in doing this. I look at Alex, my confidante who is glowering at the table as if it has done some offense. Or maybe it has because Alex is always scowling or glaring at one thing or another except for me. I am the only person in this entire planet who is saved from that glare which can make grown men piss their pants.

"And where does that leave us?" Alex joins the conversation for the first time. No one probably sees the slight tremor in Alex's hands except for me and I know this news is affecting him more than me. Five years older than me, Alex has seen the lovey-dovey phase of my parent's life more than me and after the bullying in his high school and the incident a few years ago, he needs stability rather than this. We both do.

"You're an adult and Akira will be one in a few months. You've already moved out and she'll follow not long after. We've decided for joint custody. We don't want too much drama." Drama. That's what they are concerned about. Figures. I see red. How they can be so fucking calm while giving us the most devastating news of our lives is beyond me. Not only that, they've already decided everything as if me and Alex don't even matter. It's always been like this, them giving us news that they expect us to just accept. But not this time. Not this time.

"When both of you have decided all of this already, I think we're done then. Because we're fucking chicken and our opinions don't matter, right?" I get up from the table while ignoring the shocked faces of my famiky and grab my school bag from the floor and without saying a goodbye to any-fucking-one of them, I turn around and leave the house.

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"Akira. Akira Vega."

I jerk away from the very shrill sound of my teacher. I wince at the very bright light and wince harder at the tomato red face of Mrs. Benson. Her face is other is exactly like Nicola Coughlan, not freaking kidding. I ignore the headache blooming like a flower behind my eyelids and focus on her cheeks though it looks like I am squinting at her.

"Are you drunk?" Disbelief is so evident in her voice that I snort. Loudly. I look around at my peer's faces which rounds from disbelief, shock, pity to amusement.

"Duh, bitch." I snicker and lean back on the seat until it's front legs doesn't touch the ground. Bad idea because it suddenly makes me nauseous.

"Wha-what?!" The class laughs at her flustered face and I chuckle too. I've always been the quiet, perfect student who never really speaks a lot in class but passes with flying colours. Though I've never really been on my teacher's golden list, I don't think she expects this new behaviour from me. But who fucking cares, right?

"Wh-what?!" I mimick. "Listen. My day's been fucktastic and all I want is some time away from your shrill as fuck voice and the whole damn human population because you guys are all damn assholes." My words slur though they hit home. Benson's eyes widen and I widen my own with a smirk. Though now there are two Nicolas instead of one. How much did I drink again.

"I'm calling the Headmaster. This is unacceptable."

"Yeah, yeah do that, Headmaster's pet. Someone says something wrong, you send them to him. Someone doesn't do their work, you send them to him. Someone breathes wrong, you send them to him. Everyone in the whole damn school knows you're fucking him and more than half of them has seen you sucking his cock so drop. The. Act." Benson gasps at my words and places a hand on her chest. If her face was earlier tomato red, it's now so red that a tomato isn't red enough. Some guys at the back wolf whistles at my words whereas girls either gasp or giggle.

"That's it, Vega. You're goddamn done."