Schreved

Chapter 18

Maxon POV
"Sir, it's almost 12:30. We need sleep. Let's just finish this meeting in the morning!" Daniel said. I slammed my fist down on the table. If anyone was slightly tired they were all awake now.
"No god dammit! We will track down that number and trace it to her phone! I want her back here tonite!" I was getting really angry now. "You're all dismissed!" Everyone except my father left.

"You know son, you shouldn't be so worried about that petty little five. There are four other girls here for you that are so much better," he said, sitting slyly in this chair. Outraged, I shoved my chair back and walked over to him.
"She is not some petty five! She is the most beautiful, loveliest and most caring human being I have ever encountered! You don't know anything about her except what you choose to know! You've never even had the common decency to ask me about her or the other girls! You don't know anything about love! Nothing! If you did, then you wouldn't bring the whore over here every other week! How do you think mom feels? I'm sure she probably knows! And my back? Yeah if she doesn't already know about that, then she's about to! If you truly love me, then you wouldn't beat me just because you don't agree with me! That's not what a true father does! Stop being the King for once and be my father!" I screamed the last part and ran out of the room. I was going to show my mom everything, tell her everything. I walked into the Queen's suit without knocking. My mom was sitting on her bed reading a book. I slowly started to unbutton my white dress shirt.
"Maxon, dear, what's wrong? And why are you taking off your shirt?" Her book was now down on the bed and her attention was on me. Once I fully had my shirt unbuttoned and untucked I turned around and showed her my horrendous back. She gasped.
"Ma-Maxon! When did it get this ba-" she was cut off by my dad bursting in through the door.
"Amberly I wan-" he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me. A deep growl sound escaped his throat and he lunged at me, hands out in front of him. Quickly, Mom got up in front him and shielded him away from me. The collision of the two sent her stumbling back a little bit, but she regained her footing quick.
"Amberly move!" He was shouting now no doubt the guards and anyone passing by in the hallways could hear.
"No Clarkson! Violence is not the answer! I know about his back, okay! I've know about it for a long time! But I will no longer let you beat our son! I know about your mistress, too! People talk Clarkson! The maids talk when I'm down in the sewing room with them! They think I don't hear but I do! But you DON'T see me resorting to violence just because I'm angry! And especially not taking it out on our son! Be a man for Christ's sake!"
Father took a few steps back, and mumbled something incoherent under his breath. Slowly, he walked out of the room and into the dim-lit hallway.
Mom's shoulders slumped, she sighed and walked back over to the bed saying that she was going to go to bed and think this over. Absentmindedly, I walked over there with her, crawled under the covers and slept by her side not ever wanting to leave. For she was the only thing keeping me together right now.