Meet Jaden Arons, he's a trouble kid with a lot of issues and the main one is being in love. Like many seventeen year old kids, he has trouble keeping his desires in check and under control.
How could he possibly do that when the object of his affe...
Ghoulies!!! Please! Please! I come in peace. I'm soooo sorry for the late update. So I worked hard to bring you a Double Chapter update! I crawled my crawled from the depths -To write it.
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All for you beautifully undead people. I have a good excuse that all of you will understand... and might even be interested in. I'll tell you in the next chapter. So until then...
Stubbing out the cigarette outside and, conscious of the pack I had picked up on the way, I entered the building before me. My brother's office smelled like books and leather. The air-con was a nice contrast to the heat outside and slightly worked to calm down my nerves. The little receptionist at the front nodded at me, already knowing who I am, and held up a finger with a smile.
"Good Evening Mr. Brad. Your brother is here to see you," she smiled into the phone and hung up, motioning me to go right ahead.
I knew he was free at this time of the day. I could've come earlier but I was wondering if maybe I'm just over thinking Jaden's behavior. He won't pick up when I call, barely even says a word to me and what's more, he won't eat. He won't come out of his room. I've heard him cry himself to sleep.
His sobs weren't even audible. It's just that, my ears have been literally glued to the door. I'm just worried that he might do something reckless.
It felt like it had been months since I've seen Jaden's smile, when it's only been a little over a week. How do I make him understand? With the amount of shit I was feeling, I even started smoking again. So much for scolding Jaden for picking up the same bad habit as mine but either way, the nicotine did it's job of calming my uneasiness.
I just love my son... so much and seeing as he was currently depressed, the only person that could offer some sort of advice was my little brother.
it probably didn't make me a failure as a father, but it sure felt like it.
"Hey! If it isn't the wayward son," Brad said coming in for a quick hug. We walked over to his desk and he poured me a drink. "I must ask though, what's the occasion?"
Brad has always had this sarcastic way of speaking that never did sit right with me, but my son probably trusted him. I hadn't wanted his help either since the Arons blood ran thicker in his blood than in mine. Brad still had that Arons greater-than-life air about him as he poured the liquid into a fancy glass cup. The reason why I stopped coming around, was mostly because of his demeaning comments he would sometimes throw at me.
I guessed it must be the way he was wired. Looking at my brother, he hasn't really changed a lot since coming to our aide years ago. He had always had a resentment towards me back in the day. So I must say, I was a bit surprised when he suddenly decided to help me with Jaden therapy.
