Misunderstanding

Chapter 32(Anthony POV)

"You useless piece of trash!" bellowed Lord, veins bulging ominously from his forehead, pulsating with every word he spat. Disdain dripped from his lips like venom, saliva sputtering from his mouth and onto my face.

 "In your entire life, when have you done anything useful?" he sneered, his eyes narrowing to slits. "Your just a waste of oxygen!"

"How could you say that to your own biological son!" I hollered, rage gnawing at my insides. My eyes blazed with fury. 

His response cut through the air like a knife, sharp and dismissive. "That just shows how useless you are then!" Lord spat, his disdain wrapping around my throat like a noose. 

Every accusation felt like a slap, each word striking harder than the last. "You used a whole twenty years of your life to kill one simple person, yet you failed! Think about Angelica! She used three months of time to kill Chase's father! Do you know how difficult that is? That's triple times harder than your task! I was confident she would fail, yet she only used three months to accomplish the task! Why can't you be like Angelica? I am so ashamed to call you my son!" 

Tears pricked at my eyes, burning trails of humiliation cascading down my cheeks. My fists clenched so tightly my nails bit into my palms.

"You dare speak about Angelica?" I raised my voice, the tightness in my throat threatening to choke me. "Maybe, if you didn't interfere with my life, Angelica and I would be married, and I would have been more like her! I could have grown stronger and—" But Lord's burst into a laughter of mockery. 

Lord burst into laughter. "Seriously? You think you would have a chance with Angelica?"

"Yes! If you didn't make Nathalie-"

"Yes, Nathalie, where is she, hm? Don't tell me you lost her. She's mute and brainless; practically a puppet to toy with. But what happened to that? I thought you had full control over her."

"I.." I faltered. "It was Sebastian! It's all his fault Nathalie overheard-"

 And then it happened. The slap echoed through the room, a shocking crack that reverberated in my ears as I collapsed onto the ground, taste of iron filling my mouth. Blood spilled from my lips, and with it, my disbelief. Did he just... slap me?

 "Even Sebastian is better than you," Lord sneered, his gaze piercing as he turned away in disgust. "I don't want to see you ever again. Charles, David, take this piece of garbage away!" 

I opened my mouth to protest for myself, but found myself at a lost of words when I couldn't even break free from Charles' and David's grip. For goodness sake, they were younger than me.

Maybe I was useless.  

"Take him to the prison to get eaten by dogs!"

What?! 

"Father, you have to be joking!" I shrieked.  My voice rose in pitch, a frantic plea that echoed in the cold stone chamber. I had been the one to bring the dogs to the prison as punishment for weaklings who failed their missions. Never in my wildest nightmares did I think I would be their meal.

"I'm your son! Father! You can't do this to-" I gagged on my own blood.

"Disgusting," Charles muttered, wrinkling his nose.

The prison door creaked open, and David shoved me down the stone steps, my body tumbling into darkness. Five dogs loomed over me, their eyes glinting with hunger, teeth bared in a grotesque display of anticipation. 

The largest one lunged first, jaws snapping at my arm, while the others swarmed my legs, a chaotic frenzy of fur and fangs. The pain sliced through me like fire, and I screamed—a sound that echoed in the cold, unforgiving prison, a desperate cry swallowed by the shadows.