𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮

Chapter Three~The News

"We've decided to send you back to Exillium."

"What?" I laughed, "Is this some kind of crude joke?" I tried to shove past my parents but my dad grabbed me by the arm.

"Look at your grades, Tam Song. You got a C in elvin history. That simply is unacceptable."

"Excuse me? What's your freaking problem? I'll fix my grade, alright? It's not like school matters that much anyway," I mumbled the last part, feeling rage build up like a pot just beginning to boil.

"Your first day is tomorrow. Pack your bags. Your mother and I have made up our minds," My father said sternly. I gaped at my mother.

"You would allow this?"

She gave a small nod, "It's for the best."

I wanted to scream. To curse the sky. To cry out. Forget that, I wanted to cry. But I wouldn't show them that I cared. They'll never have to know that every inch of me is sobbing inside. No. They don't deserve that.

"Sounds great," I said through gritted teeth. Linh looked at me with tears in her eyes.

"Tammy," She approached me slowly, even when she was close to crying her walk was still as graceful as ever, she eyes still shone with a never dying spark, "Don't leave me," She whispered, "If you leave... I'm... I'm... I'm coming with you," She decided firmly, taking hold of my cold hand.

"No," I said coldly, "Don't come, Linh. You need to stay here. Please."

I couldn't tell her why I needed her to stay, not yet. Not in front of the cruel people I no longer refer to as my parents. She narrowed her eyes at me, but not in an angry sort of way. In more of a what are you up to? way.

She gave the smallest nod, and then retreated back to our worn out couch, the cushions sagged at her weight, and there were stains hidden under the shiny new throw blanket. I loved that couch. Linh and I used to play on it when we were kids. Back when... Well... Back before all of this. All of this... Stuff.

Back before I met Biana. I still can't decide if meeting her was the worst day of my life, or the best. I love her too much now to ever let her go. They'll always be a part of me that cares for her, that blushes when someone mentions her name.

"Well, what are you waiting for, son? Go pack your bags," He instructed me, shaking me out of my thoughts.

"I'm not waiting for anything," I snapped, marching up to my room. But just before I slammed the door close, I growled one more thing, "And don't call me your son."