Dark Truths

Chapter 22 ⚠️

⚠️⚠️MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING⚠️⚠️
            Homophobia/Violence

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Leo's POV

**Military school**

"Your behaviour is unacceptable"

"Nearly every day for the last few weeks I've had you three in my office. What does that tell me?" Presley mutters, looking at us to actually answer his question.

"That you are obsessed with us?" I ask, shooting him a grin. He ignores my answer.

"That you three are trouble. And here at this school I kick out trouble" Presley says, and I roll my eyes. "Isn't this a school where parents send their kids who are trouble?" I ask.

Again, I'm ignored.

"We could buy this school and it wouldn't put a dent in our pockets. You aren't kicking us out anytime soon" Alex snorts, and I smile when I notice the anger on Presley's face. "That's what he said" He mutters.

All three of us share a look of confusion, just as the door opens. "Hello, boys".

Shivers fucking run down my spine, and I immediately sit up straighter.

"Now-" "Leave" Dad cuts off Presley. Presley frowns. I bet he thought he'd be here for this lecture. "But-" "Leave" Dad repeats. Reluctantly, Presley stands up and leaves.

I've never wished to be Presley more than I did at that moment.

The door to the office closes, and the air immediately shifts.

There's always a sense of safety you feel when you're with someone else. Dad always puts on a mask when people are around. But the second they leave, he's eager to show his true colours.

"Quite the trouble you three are causing," Dad says as he walks past us, standing just in front of Presley's desk. He leans back against it, and I feel bad for Alex. He's sitting in the middle, directly in front of Dad.

"Can't have you forgetting us" Alex shoots Dad an overly fake smile. Dad stares at him, but Alex doesn't look away. This lasts a few seconds before Dad sighs. "You sure make it difficult".

We roll our eyes.

"You boys seem to be getting on good here," Dad says, looking around Presley's office with judgement clear in his eyes.

"Don't act like you care" I scoff. "Can we leave? Staring at the ceiling is more interesting than this" I mumble. And I don't know why it surprises me when he shoots me a glare. I should be used to it- I am used to it. But this look is different.

I shift in my seat, feeling uneasy all of a sudden.

"Quiet. You do not speak unless spoken to" Dad mutters. Alex scoffs. "Not this bullshit rule again-"

Dad lands a hard slap to Alex's cheek, shutting him up. In seconds Sage is up, shoving Dad back while I'm pulling Alex up from his chair and keeping him behind me.

"Either you quit hitting us, or we go back to our dorms" I scowl, and Dad rolls his eyes, straightening up his suit jacket. "Oh sit down. We all know you three won't do shit".

And the worst thing is he's right. We won't do shit. Because we know it'll be Clayton who faces the consequences of our rebellion.

"Im fine guys" Alex whispers, and I glare at Dad. He looks at us amused, as if this is pure entertainment to him. Reluctantly, we sit back down.