SUPER RICH KIDS

end of time II

A/N: Read 'end of time' before you read this chapter, so you aren't confused!

Warnings: Vulgar language, mentions of abuse, mentions of alcohol & alcohol abuse.
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Cato had soon bid his friends goodbye, after talking to Romulus for another ten minutes he'd decided his best course of action was to go to source of the problem and repeat everything he'd said to his friend. He of course didn't do so without apologising to Romulus once again for the act of violence, and to Roman and Lysander for the display of it.

The walk from the training academy to Clove's house wasn't a long one, when walking at a sensible pace, it usually took them about twenty minutes. However, because Cato was on a mission, he managed to reach her house within eight— That was partially due to method of transport which included a healthy mixture of walking, sprinting and jogging.

It wasn't to Cato's surprise that as he drew nearer to Clove's house, that her father Orion, was stumbling out of the house with half empty bottle of liquor in hand. Cato knew that everyday, roughly around the same time, Orion Kentwell left his house to go to bar in town where he'd remain until closing time at six-thirty in the morning. It was no secret that Orion was a known alcoholic, he always had been ever since Clove's mother and unborn brother passed away a couple of years prior. As a result of alcohol dependency, Orion naturally drifted apart from the only family he had left, his eldest daughter Clove. She disliked him strongly, due to his tendency to be verbally  abusive, out of touch and cruel and insensitive.

Orion had neglected to shut the door behind himself, and continued to make his way down the path, clearly so very drunk he'd even failed to acknowledge Cato who'd walked directly past him.
Cato let himself inside their home, as he often did, closing the door and calling out in Clove in order to alert her to his presence. "Clove?" He called, only to be met with the sounds of their creaky floorboards above his head. Cato made his way to the bottom of the wooden stairs, expecting her to be coming from that direction, and as expected she soon appeared emerging from her bedroom.
"Hey." He said awkwardly, unsure of how to proceed further. The last interaction they'd had, Cato hadn't had the nicest things to say about their newly found circumstance.
After further evaluation, and a short talk with Romulus, Cato very quickly realised that he'd been taking his anger out on the wrong people. Most notably Clove and Romulus themselves.

"Hi." She replied sheepishly, from the top of the stairs. Instantly averting her gaze, as soon as she replied. Cato couldn't help but smile to himself at the display of his girlfriend, deep down he wondered to himself why after all the years they'd known each other, she still got nervous around him— He often wondered, however came to the same conclusion each time, which was that he loved that about her.

"Are you not going to invite me in?" He said back, as their surroundings fell quiet, the only thing that could be heard within the house was the faint chatter from the television.

"You already let yourself in," She scoffed with a faint smirk, "no?"

"Alright, smart ass." He hummed, as he began climbing the stairs.

The closer Cato got to Clove, the clearer her features became, not that he needed to be close to her to know what she looked like. Within their relationship, everyday without fail, Cato Hadley made sure that he took the time to look at his girlfriend. Not a fleeting look that lasted all of two seconds, a long, meaningful look where after it was over he'd know every detail and every inch of her face from memory alone.
Clove's eye held a certain droop to them that they didn't normally have, a faint colour of red surrounded her eyes but were specifically prominent on her waterline as well as around her irises. To compliment her red waterline, where heavy bags that were promptly underneath her bottom set of eyelashes. The tip of her nose wore a soft shade of red, that stood out so much so, it was slightly harder for Cato to see the freckles that usually stood out the most. "You've been crying." He whispered, despite the fact that they were the only two in the house.