Claire & Theo

16.

Theo was consumed in the darkness of his work for the past two whole days. The last time he involved himself with any public interaction was during the script read with Claire. He had to leave early due to an emergency with the company, since a dating scandal broke out. He had more things to worry about but when it was the most famous star from his company, the CEO had to involve himself. The worst part about the situation was that this star was not dating anyone and certainly not with his sister for goodness' sake!

He was about to make a phone call to his sister, Nicola, but Lucas barged into his room without any warning, "So, big news! Peter is crazy shit mad because of your sister and Claire wants to run away from filming which starts in one hour."

"He should have known that getting involved with my psychotic sister would end up like this! She has always been batshit crazy with him ever since we were children, and he still puts up with her antics." He was exasperated.

Lucas stared at him with his eyebrows raised and questioned his sanity.

"What?" asked Theo.

"You wasted all that breath and not a single word about Claire crossed your mind... it seems as though you are purposely forgetting she exist at this point." said Lucas.

"Ignoring her is for the best at the moment, clearly, I do not want to put up with any stress."

"The one you love is giving you stress?"

Theo whipped his head quickly towards Lucas harshly, "I do not love her."

"What I am getting from you right now is that you're completely bipolar..."

"Shut it, will you?" Theo grunted.

Lucas snorted and then threw a bunch of files on his desk, "Here are photos from our photographer that show the evidence that Peter is not in a supposed relationship with your sister."

"Great, now let me just call that lunatic of a sister of mine to hide herself before the media gets to her personally."

"Okay then, also I need to get back to the office in New York, the recruits are here, so I need to start their training in acting."

"Already, I thought they were need to be in training two weeks from now."

"Dumbass, I told you this about two weeks ago. Get your head in the game." Lucas snorted once again.

Theo narrowed his eyes at his friend, but the effect never works on Lucas at all, "Fine, then get to it. I will be working from here until the filming of The Stolen Locket is ¾ finished in production."

"You and your math, but all right. I will see you then, mate. Oh, and give me some updates about the sweet Ana." Lucas walked to the door.

"Claire would kill me but sure. Lock the door on your way out too!" he said as Lucas left locking it as a good friend would.

He eventually compromised with himself, and he sent out the photos to the gossiping publishing companies to get their facts straight. He was tired of these continuous scandals, but he had to get used to it if he wanted to be an owner of an entertainment company who had no sense of sensibility.

For the rest of the afternoon, he kept working non-stop on all the work he had loads of as usual. Once he was done, he checked the outside of his hotel's window, and it turned out to be completely dark but there was the sound of thunder crackling. He found that the sound of thunder calmed him which most people thought was irregular. Yet, it felt nice and threatened his nerves to shut down and to wait to understand himself.

He stared into the darkness, but the lights of the city shined to differentiate every aspect of what humans created. Humans were peculiar to him, and he was not very fond of them even though he was born one. When he was younger, all Theo saw was no light because he was closed off from the world.

Those years of life made him want to truly kill himself because every bone in his body reacted to the aggression he faced. The abuse carried him whole and when he wanted to believe that everything would be all right, it never did. So, the thread of hope that he was holding on to was cut by the scissors of his abusers.

He thought way into his unconscious mind and remembered those vivid memories... He was only fourteen when it happened, the day he killed his soul.

Theo rummaged frantically through the box he hid in the back of his closet. The stash of drugs that hid were there with the money he took from his father all in cash. He could not believe that this moment had to come to him but unfortunately it did. He kept searching for the stash, but it seemed not to be there.

"Damn it. Where is it?" he spoke to himself.

He heard footsteps behind him, "Looking for this?"

Theo turned around swiftly and saw his father standing there with great anger across his face. His father's eyes blazed with fire, and it would burn Theo. Though what was even worse during that moment was that Theo retaliated because those drugs were his everything. The addiction of it was needed to the point where he could not live without it.

"Give me it." said Theo.

"Excuse me?" his father growled at him.

"I said give me it."

"Theo, what in the fucking world is wrong with you?" he shouted.

Theo breathed hard for a couple of minutes, "You don't understand, and you never will."

"Then tell me damn it! Son, I will listen to you, I will try to understand you. You just got to communicate with me, please." he pleaded.

Theo was tired and all he wanted at that minute was the narcotics in his father's hand. The only way to get it is if he shoved his father to the right side of the wall and grabbed the small bag out of his hand. So, that is exactly what he did.

"Sorry, dad." he ran towards his father shoving him to the side and ran out the door with the drugs in hand.

His father groaned and stood up running after him, "THEO!"

Both running down the flight of stairs, his father eventually caught the back of his son's jacket and pulled it harshly backwards. Then, they both tripped, falling onto the end of the stairs on the brown wooden floor.

"Fuck." Theo howled as he felt that he might have broken his left arm due to the fall.

Theo stood up again ready to flee, but his father caught him, and Theo could not take it anymore, so he violently turned around and punched his father across the head leaving him slightly unconscious.

Then, he ran towards the front door unlocking it and running quick as possible to the front gates of his house. That is when his life would be shattered.

A black van coming his way, hit him, and what only mattered most to him was the drugs.