Grasping Fate [F2R Book 2]

Chapter Five

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Grasping Fate

Chapter 5

"Sometimes following your heart means losing your mind."

"He's dead?" Mitch was shocked, he wasn't expecting this when he returned. He wasn't expecting his father to have died while he was away. "Did he...did he say anything...to me?" Mitch muttered.

"Mitch, honey, n-now I don't think is the--"

"Well did he!" Mitch felt his hand tighten up into a fist, his arm shook from anger. He wanted, no, needed to know.

"Mitch..."

"Just tell me...please," His voice cracked.

"Only that...you were not ready--but Mitch, please don't take that the wrong way. Your father--"

"Leave...leave me alone!" Mitch hissed. He turned around grabbed his bag and stormed away in the castle. Of course, what was he expecting, that on his deathbed his father for the first time in his awful life would leave him a message that showed he actually cared? Ha, don't make him laugh. Why was he ever expecting that from a man like him. Even when Mitch did everything he asked, excelled in training, and even befriended the prince of a kingdom, that for the longest time he thought was stupid, his father never once looked at him and told him 'Good job'.

Mitch felt more hurt than he's ever been, but he also felt so angry. So angry and betrayed, not just at his father, but at himself, that something like this affected him so much that he was crying. He felt the tears on his cheeks as he stormed through the long hallways, up stairs, and into his room and slammed the door. His room which was large and elegantly decorated, of course, felt to big for his own comfort.

His room did not feel like his room, it felt like the embodiment of the distance between him and his father. How he wished it was was smaller, small enough the walls felt like they were choking him. But he only felt cold and distant.

Mitch stumbled to the window, he pulled open the drapes, unlocked the window and let the brisk Duhitian night air wash over him. It calmed his nerves even if only a little.

Mitch threw his bag on the floor and sat on his bed. He sat there for Notch knows how long before he heard a noise. Mitch looked up and listened. He listened and turned towards the window, and saw the one thing he was not expecting.

"What are you doing here! And how'd you get in!" Mitch hissed and wiped his face.

"I'm following you obviously, and I climbed here, duh."

"I'm on the second floor you idiot!"

"And I've climbed trees since I was born," Jerome was leaning in through the window. Only the top half of his body was visible, the other half was probably dangling off the window's edge.

"Get in here you idiot before a guard sees you!" Jerome grinned in response.

"Aww, thanks, I've never been to a sleepover." Jerome climbed and tumbled in, he sat on the floor nearest to the window with his legs crossed.

"Oh shut up, what do you want?"

"Told ya, I'm just following you, you can blame Adam for this."

"Of course Adam would do this!" Mitch threw up his hands and fell backwards on his bed. He groaned in annoyance.

"So, you're already home, how does it feel?" Jerome asked Mitch.