Beyond The Barriers

Chapter Three

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Son...? What did she mean son? As soon as I realised who he was I released my grip on his arm and nervousness and shame came down on me like a tonne of bricks. Way to go Chyna, firstly you haven’t even set up his room and now you have just pinned your master’s son against a wall almost breaking his shoulder. Even the position we were in was compromising, how I would explain this. I was in a very sticky situation and getting me out of it would be very tricky.

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Chyna

“Umm... sorry, I thought he was an intruder. He didn’t say anything and I expected him to come back in four days time. I am honestly sorry and meant no harm towards him. I guess I will leave you two alone and go upstairs to my room,” Words could not express how ashamed I was of myself, embarrassment was an understatement.

So as I was speedily leaving the kitchen, I flashed him a smile but he looked anything but impressed and I mouthed sorry and walked upstairs to my room. Then I remembered I had to sort out his room. Today I was so distracted; trouble was just finding its way towards me.

As I walked into his room, it seemed immaculate, I had never been inside before but it seemed as though nothing had been moved and nothing had been touched since he left for boarding school a while ago. But I still decided to strip the covers and give it a light dusting so that I had actually done something today.

I had almost finished doing the room when the door opened. Turning around I saw none other than Xavier at the door, the silence was an uncomfortable silence, I guess now would be a good time to apologise for almost breaking his shoulders.

“I... Am... Sorry for...you know, almost breaking your shoulders”. My mother always raised me to apologise if I was in the wrong, so that is what I am doing. But he shouldn’t have just come into the house like that; I could have hurt him even more.

“Don’t worry about it; I shouldn’t have snuck up on you like that. But you do have one hell of a grip on you for someone of your size”. He chuckled as he said that, his voice was deep and his laugh was even deeper. It vibrated around the room, like the sound was bouncing off the walls. It was ridiculous but seemed so real.

“I got my strength from my mother, she was a much stronger woman than I was, and I miss her so much”. Why had I just said that? I knew the guy for less than an hour and I was already pouring my heart out to him, if I remember his mother correctly, she did say he had “issues” and I didn’t want to get myself wound up in someone else’s problems when I had my own to sort out.

 

Xavier

She spoke about her mother in past tense, “she was” and the look on her face was like she had a piece of her missing. I didn’t want to pry but I wanted to know whether it was the fact that she missed her mother that she was talking about her like that. Or if her mother was in fact dead. I never handled situations like this well, it was becoming increasingly awkward.

“Well, your mum must have been pretty hefty if she is twice as strong as you”. Wow, that came out wrong, much worse than I intended. I didn’t handle pressure well, and as a result I opened my big mouth and spoke before I thought. Her face said it all, she was a mixture or confusion and anger and before I could bring myself to speak she had slapped me.

“You bastard, have you no heart, I thought having someone my age to talk to would be different maybe even fun but you... you are just as bad as the rest”, with that said she walked out of the door not before slamming the door shut vigorously.

I had stood there in awe with my hands to my cheeks not because of the pain but because no one had ever dare raise their hand to me. All those who knew me, knew that would be a very wrong move to make. Before my thoughts were processed I was behind her walking up to the spare room, at which I guessed would be hers. Anger was evidently boiling inside of me.

I was like a wreck less cannon; once I was pumped I would explode.

But by the time I had gotten to her room and had my hand on the knob something stopped me, it sounded like faint whimpers, crying to say the least, so I held the knob and stood outside for a good five minutes to calm myself down before I opened the door and there she was. On the ground, back against the wall and sobbing uncontrollably.

She blinked briny tears from bloodshot eyes, her thick lashes stuck together in clumps as if she’d been swimming. The tears made wet tracks down her face and dripped from her smooth, fair skin to the clothes. Clear watery snot streaked from his nostrils down her fair skin to her open quivering lips. Her hands open and close, rhythmically clenching as if there could be some violent solution to her pain if she could find it.

I approached cautiously and kneeled down next to her bed as she was now half way off her bed and her hands were in her head. “Why are you here? I don’t want to lose my temper with you so I suggest you leave me be”, she spoke so angelically and softly, making my guilt factor raise by another twenty levels.

“Listen I know what I said was wrong. But you need to chill, talk about Drama, she’s just one person, you didn’t have to go all psychopath on me”. With that said I felt relieved, I know I had no right to comment on her family but she needed to calm down.

“If you do not get out of this room, I will gladly leave. You really are one of those stuck up people who think they are better than everyone else. I swear

 if you were not Mrs White’s son you would have been put in a coma already. I don’t business with people like you. Do you even know what it feels like to lose someone so close to you, especially your mum? Now I know why your mother said you had issues. Now get out of my room, NOW!”

After that little dilemma was settled, I lay down on my bed and thought did I really know what it was like to lose someone and the answer was yes. Although my mother is still alive, we are worlds apart. She never understands me because I am not the little boy she once knew. I have grown up and she needs to know that. But some things I have done in the past are unforgivable. Everyone asks how my mum got that scar on her arm, but I only I knew about that. A thing of the past and I wanted it to stay that way.

Although I try to forget, I remember it as if it was yesterday...

Chapter Three Complete. I updated a day early, you should be proud of me * tear *. But I will hopefully try and update another chapter in the next three- four days because I have a busy schedule ahead of me. Thanks for reading.

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P.S: Next chapter will be a flashback of what happened Xavier and his mum.