AKUTÄ ⋆ THE DARK EYES OF HELL

Chapter 33

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Childhood erased by words

- Dämon! Get the hell over here!

Dämon's father raised his voice, his hands crossed to his chest. He sat at his desk, coffee mug in hand, elegantly dressed by designers, his dark brown eyes shutting anyone up, while his black hair was laid over his forehead, his wedding ring always shining and standing out. Dämon hears, rising from his bed and sighing, leaving his phone on his desk and opening the door of his room, descending the black solid wood stairs, stepping on the cold tiles and walking towards his father's office, noticing his father's angry face, gulping and pray in his mind, his heart beating fast. He stops, standing straight and looks at him, waiting for his words.

- Dämon, Why the hell do I hear that you were disqualified from the elite seat of the Elite house? It's like that high school you liked, so do your best.

Dämon sighs, playing with his fingers because of the stress he endured, his heart skipped a beat.

- Dad... I... Lately I have been feeling tired and have not coped with the tests. In exams I learned a lot and had results, but I really can't cope anymore.

His father raised an eyebrow, looking serious. Dämon gulps, looking down and breathes deep, feeling anxious. He cough, spoke in a deep tone.

- Tired? From what? An elite needs to know that for success they have to work long and hard and that pauses are barely audible.

Dämon grits his teeth, breathing deep and spoke.

- But I am a human! I am not some robot to do all of this! Why can't you be like mom?

His father looks more dark, breathing deep and spoke cold.

- Your mother didn't become a great success, so naturally she accepts any nonsense and doesn't bother to support you, but I struggle to make you a great man only among the elite, as North failed to become one because he followed your mother's words.

Dämon sighs, looking at his legs and tremble a bit, almost wanting to die, hearing those words, his heart broke more. He just want am happy family and happy life, not stress and pressure.

- Dämon, you have to work and do your best, you'll see how it feels when you're from the elite. That's why I talked to the advisor and director and put you back in the elite house. I hope I don't get any more news that you've been kicked out, otherwise you either wake up at your mom's house with North, become the last man, or they have you learn all the languages in a month. UNDERSTAND ME?

Dämon startled, his heart beating probably 200 an hour, feeling himself sweat and his blood flowing faster, feeling a big headache, clenching his fists and sighs, nodding and spoke in a broke voice, feeling ashamed.

- Yes, father.

His father cross his arms, drinking from his coffee and looks again at him, breathing deep.

- Now go.

He nods, turns and walks away, feeling a pain in his body, Feeling he collapse every second from stress, wanting to pause in this moment. He sighs, walking in his room and close the door, feeling anger, pain, sadness, Nostalgia, all gathered in a piggy bank. He sits in his bed, putting his face in his hands and thinking, breathing deep and feeling some way of panic attack. He breath deep, his heart beating fast, being slightly sweaty, opening his mouth and try to take deep breaths, but fails, feeling more and more panicked, his heart skipping beats. He stands, looking around, Walking to the balcony to take a breath of air, closing his eyes and still feeling at the edge, his hands trembling and kneels down, feeling cold tears flow down his fine white cheeks, Putting one hand on his chest and trying to calm down, bringing one hand through his hair and sighing deeply, the wind blowing in his light hair, black hairs falling on his eyes. He wipes away tears with the sleeve of his blouse, feeling another pain and stress making him even weaker, feeling like he hates his whole existence and most of all his father, the fact that he talks like this about his mother and his brother. He wants a simple life, that's all. Why is it so complicated?

He stands, feeling a bit calmer now, breathing once deep and sighs, walking in his room and close the door, leans down in his bed slowly and puts a pillow on his face, closing his eyes and tried to calms down more, his chest raising up and down.

He's tired of everything. He's tired of always appearing in front of everyone as a role model, a smart and educated kid, always being elite and carrying on this name, he hates everything. He hates to always learn and practice in one, he doesn't want to, he also wants to spend time outside like the rest of the teenagers, to discover new and fun things and not so much, to find out how the love between teenagers feels, to feel that he is loved once in his life, because his father did not show this and his mother never stayed. He hates with his heart all this stress and his father's words. Does he even care that he has a son, he doesn't even seem like it. Why the hell is that hard? Damn it. He sighs, rubbing his forehead and sighs deep, closing his eyes once and thinks deep. Why did he choosed to stay with his father after all? Why he needs to be just elite? Why he can't be loved?

He hate this. It hurts more than when you lose your family. He prefers to lock himself in a coffin. Every day is the same, the same words, the same disappointments. Deep down, he sees that he is doing good. But, why nobody see that? He is just a child. Or it was. The stress and anxiety and all these pains brought him to the point where he didn't realize his life anymore, he was just doing what his father said to make it to the elite and he was so cold, serious and had a dark aura, he almost ended up like his father, which terrifies him sometimes.

But when he arrived in the NATO academy and its forces, he thought he would be the only one of the elite, but apparently his place was obnoxious to Montgomery. What infuriated him more was that his brother was her boyfriend. There was a bunch of problems and a pain in the elbow. There were many incidents between them, and Montgomery apparently ended up alone in the elite for some reason, but she was very good, that's what he admits. But somehow, he liked it, he had never seen such an independent, fighting, serious and cold woman. He loved her. Her like her. He just liked this feeling, but in the meantime, it becamed a hatred for her. He didn't know why, but he felt that he deserved to be elite, not her. He was just.. Destroyed by emotions, by everything. Nobody doesn't understand him, not even his brother. He is complicated. Maybe he just need some love from the right person. Who knows.