Disobedience

Chapter 1: Donkey-Dom

Elijah Pierceton

"This is not fair, bro." Napahimalos ako sa aking mukha at napasandal dito sa backseat ng SUV ni Dominic. He ignored me and continued typing on his phone, The Dior Sauvage perfume he sprayed on his suit lingered in the air. He dropped me off here at Saigon University to make sure that I actually go to school before he goes to the U.S Embassy somewhere in Manila where he now works. He was transferred from Korea to here, and he saw that as a perfect opportunity to punish me.

I was pissed enough that I was forced to spend my freshman year of college here in the Philippines. I was given zero notice that they were flying my åss all the way from Newport. I didn't get to say goodbye to my buddies, to my boat that I bought with my own money, or even to have one last fúck from one of the girls in my booty call list.

I was literally dragged in the middle of the night to the airport by Donkey-Dom and my Dad's goons, telling me that I have a one way ticket to the Philippines and that Donkey-Dom will pick me up at the airport when I arrive.

My older brother, Dominic John Pierceton is about nine years older than me and more successful. He's dad's perfect son and he wanted to follow in Dad's footsteps to the point that when Dad retired from being a U.S Diplomat, Donkey-Dom stepped in and got the job instead.

Since then, he has been doing what Dad has been doing ever since we were kids; travel. I could speak and understand many languages because our Dad always used to take us everywhere he went for work.

It was cool at first, but as I grew older, I sought a sense of permanency. So when I started middle school, I decided to stay in my childhood home in Newport, Rhode Island while Donkey-Dom continued to travel with Dad until he retired.

"Don't "bro" bro" me." He glared at me when he pocketed his phone. "I wasn't the one who vadalized Dad's car, or the one who threw a party in the house, cost hundreds of thousand of dollars of damage in the property, had everyone pee in the swimming pool, and the list goes on, Elijah." He scolded me, his eyebrows were so furrowed that they almost looked like one line.

I didn't answer because I don't think he even listens. All the things that he listed literally only happened in one night. Sure, I like sleeping around with girls, but I have never been in trouble until the high school graduation party night. I wanted to let loose since I got accepted to the University of California, which is literally three thousand miles away from Rhode Island.

I wanted to party with my buddies and have a good time with everyone since I thought I was gonna be away from home for a long time, so I went all out. I snuck in booze, I hired a D.J, and did all the nine yards.

I guess my mistake was that I thought that putting drunk and feral teenagers in one mansion with expensive furniture and displays is a good idea, which news flash is not.

When Donkey-Dom found out the next morning, he was fúcking furious. He told Dad, and Donkey-Dom being his perfect son, he agreed to send me away literally to another continent because of that one mistake to teach me a 'lesson.' They had me reject my UCLA acceptance because they're afraid that I'll do the same thing in college.

"You left me no choice. Now get your shít together."

I let out a heavy sigh.

"Just send me back home, dude. I have basketball. I can probably still play for UCLA."

"Elijah, you fix your first year here and then, maybe I'll transfer you back home." He replied firmly. He always had dad's stuck-up attitude. "For now, you play basketball here and you attend school. Just a year of good behavior is all I ask."