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Love, it's nothing but a hideous phantasm.
Eamon bawls his eyes out, stomping around the room. I roll my eyes at his antics before shoving another spoonful of cereal in my mouth.
“ Why are your eyes peeing so much today, Eamon?” I smile at him.
He turned around, his eyes narrowed like an Asian cat as he glared at me. I shrug, going back to eating my cereal when he begins crying more loudly.
Eamon is my younger brother and we hate each other. He hates me because I’m an asshole and I hate him because he is no less than an asshole.
“My toy broke.” he sobs to himself.
“My toy broke.” I mimic him.
“Shut up, Khaos,”
“Shut up, Khaos.” I giggle as my five-year-old brother’s face goes red in anger.
“I hate you.” he screeches.
“Feelings are mutual, brother,” I mutter when our nanny, Violetta, rushes in with panic written across her face.
“Your father is home, boys,” she says, picking Eamon up, wiping his face.
“He comes home every day, Violetta.” I look up at her distressed form.
My father is a scary man, not gonna lie but she’s acting as if he is here to collect a debt or something.
“He wants to meet you two,” she says, combing Eamon’s hair with her fingers.
“No, thank you,” I mutter.
I ain’t a fan of my father. He is a man who knows only about fame and money. Family was never important to him, and nor was my mother. Probably that’s why he treats her like shit.
“That wasn’t a question, Khaos. Come on.” She snaps, pulling me out of my chair by my arm.
“Fine, stop being violent, Violetta.” I snap, pulling my arm out of her grasp.
Eamon sticks his tongue out at me as we both walk into the front hall. My stepmother was sitting on the couch with my sister, Maria.
Maria is my father’s darling. She is older than me but I hate her too. She forgot our mumma so easily and accepted Emma as our mom. I’m never forgiving her for this.
Maria is ten years old, Eamon is five, and I am seven, and we all hate each other equally. Perfect sibling goals.
“Good afternoon, father.” Eamon bows his head down in respect.
I turn around, giving my father the sweetest smile ever. Gosh, I hate this man so much!
“Yeah, afternoon.” I roll my eyes.
Father’s face twists in anger as he glares at me. I roll my eyes again when something catches my eyes, or should I say someone.
There was a mini human hiding behind my father. Brown hair like chocolate, green eyes like the cabbages Violetta forced me to eat last night. There was mud and grass all over her tiny form. Who the fuck is she?
