Possessive Rich Bully

Chapter 6 (Pt. 1)

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axel and astoria - 17

Astoria

"You don't need to use your retirement fund to pay for my college. I'll die before I let you both sacrifice your hard earned money on me."

My grandma's sad blue eyes met mine. "Everything that's ours belongs to you, biscuit." She held onto grandpa's hand.

I shook my head, furiously. "No, no. I don't want a penny from it."

"Astoria, I want no arguments on this matter," Grandpa said, sternly.

"Neither do I want any arguments. I will run somewhere you won't be able to find me if you put a single penny in my college trust."

"How will you get into college without money?" Grandma's concerned voice acted as a mediator.

"Students loans exist for a reason, mama," I yelled, which earned me a glare from grandpa. "I am sorry. I shouldn't have spoken so loudly," I apologised immediately. "But you both need to understand that I'll figure things out on my own."

"You'll take out loans for college, then your entire life will be spent in paying off those debts," Grandpa said.

"So what, papa? What's life without struggle?"

He banged his fist on our kitchen table. "You don't know what real struggle means, Astoria."

I wavered in my seat. It's been ages since I last saw my grandpa angry to this extent.

Grandma ran soothing circles on Grandpa' back in hopes of calming him down. "Griffin, honey..."

"No, Paige." He held up his hand. "This girl can't be reasoned with. Just like her mother."

That hurt like hell. My mother was a sensitive topic for me and for grandpa to compare me with my mother hit a nerve.

I looked down. "Excuse me-"

"Biscuit, no, wait-"

I ignored my grandma's voice and ran out of the kitchen. My feet carried me to our front porch and before I knew it, I was out on my bicycle, peddling away.

The tears finally grazed my cheeks. I didn't care for them. I just focused all my energy into peddling. Life could do the trick. It had the ability to make you miserable beyond consideration.

They think I don't notice their little hushed voiced late night conversation they have that breaks my heart into a million pieces, because the only reason they labour themselves is to give me a life I deserve.

Their constant knee pains, backaches, throbbing head, weakening stature doesn't go unnoticed by me. I feel terrible every time I watch them suffer because of me.

And I am helpless.

I can't do anything for them yet. At least, I can stop them from paying for my tuition. If I don't get a scholarship, then I'll take out loans or attend a community college if need be.