Fight The Demons

Chapter One : Hunter

I have always been told my entire life that I am not ordinary. My father believed that I was created for greater good, a leader for the welfare of the society somehow.

What a load of bullshit.

Some days I want to shake him and bring him to reality. For parents, their child is always special, but my father shouldn't try to push his dreams onto me. I am as ordinary as him. Ordinary parents give birth to ordinary children. At least I am and that's what I believe. But if I try to show my parents ordinariness of mine, chances of them believing werewolves being real is more than they would ever believe me. And I will die of vexation by hitting my head against the wall again and again.

Till the moment I die. Expectations expected from me and I have till death do us part kind of relationship.

Whose death, I am not sure anymore.

The person who hid from their radar of expectation of my parents is my own twin brother, Hayden. Maybe it was my own fault. The world is full barbarous competition, it didn't help that I beat him in his first ever rivalry. My arrival into this world was exactly 3 minutes 56 seconds ahead of him.

I won and he lost.

From then on, I have always won and it was hard-earned wins for me. My first word was uttered when I was six months old, it took him another month to do the same; while I started walking when I was one and eight months old, it took him another two months to follow my lead.

I became the alpha, the leader, and he, the follower. He hates me for that. While that notion sometimes amuses me, sometimes it is pain in the ass.

While I became the perfect child, my brother rebelled. Mixing with the wrong crowd, drugs and every week a new flavor of a girl became his style. He did all that to get the attention of my parents. Unfortunately for him and me, they not only just ignored his theatrics but also their dreams for him were added to my list of expected achievements without my permit.

I have always been their golden child. My grades were exceptionally good, extra-curricular out of ordinary, looks attracted females of my college. What's there not to like about me?

I sighed staring at the ceiling of my room. The flower design at the edge connecting the ceiling and wall were painted blue which contrasted with the cream color wall and white ceiling of my room. In the corner, my study table was set which was covered with notes for my test on Monday.

This was too much pressure on the shoulder of a seventeen-year-old guy. The sun rays peeked through the curtain which was just above my study table, I tried to close my eyes. But the power of sunlight won and my mother's bawl to get me up didn't help. I grumbled in frustration. I know what is approaching in coming minutes.

"I am up!" I shouted back.

I hunted for my remote and switched off the AC. Rubbing my eyes I made my way to the bathroom.

I stood in front of the sink and sprinkled water over my face and glanced the mirror. Grey eyes greeted me, pale complexion, straight nose, pulp lips stared back at me. Signs of beginning adulthood manifested in the form of soft facial hair and moustache, which my classmates referred as peach fuzz in a way to madden others. It was difficult to determine it was my reflection or Hayden in front of me for we were exactly alike. A picture perfect face.

Only if our family was picture perfect instead of a dysfunctional one. With that thought, I entered my shower.

Freshened up, I made my way downstairs where my father was busy reading the newspaper on the dining table. I don't know what new news has Wintervale now? We lacked in that department by a considerable amount. Last breaking news with Wintervale's name was in last year's June publication. That too, because the town in question was less known to the human kind than our beloved Wintervale.

The news went like, 'Accident kills two in a town near Wintervale.'

On cue to stop my wandering mind, my mother brought me my breakfast.Scrambled eggs?

I let out a exhale to let my mother know I didn't appreciate I had to eat something I didn't like. She ignored me and sat in front of me with her own plate.

"Where are Hayden and Mia?" my father asks glancing up from the newspaper.

I concentrated on my given food, to avoid the confrontation. I didn't like to lie, but in the years with experience of mental torture, I quickly learned I don't have to lie, I just have to hide the truth. I was tired of the aftermath migraine my brother gifted me if I tattled him. I drummed my left-hand fingers on my thighs under the table to try to appear calm.

"I..Hayden is with his friend. He left early for the college. And Mia went to a sleepover at her classmate's home."

My father grunted as an acknowledgment.

"What about you, Hunter? Did the test result come?" he directed the question to me.I filled my mouth with food so I didn't have to speak for a while. I had to tilt my head to my right to see him, and I nodded, swallowing I added, "Best in class."

He nodded in appreciation.

Why only my test results? Why not Hayden's?, I wanted to ask but refrained from a head-to-head argument with my dad in the morning.

Mia was just seven, so her list of expectations has just begun. My mood brightened in an instant. Mia struggling under scrutinizing observation would be a site to watch. She would, of course, throw a fit and tell our parents to shove their expectations up their asses.

Mia, unlike her brothers, inherited our mother's features. With auburn wild curly hair which refused to be tamed and pale blue eyes, she is a rock-star. If my parents wanted her to learn piano, she rebelled and leaned towards dance. When my dad wanted her to be a ballerina, she fought back and demanded to be a trained boxer. She was little insurgent of our family.I can't wait for her to break more rules. I enjoy my freedom through her.

My humorous thought came to an abrupt stop when my father suddenly coughed, I accusingly glared at my mom who looked at me with guilt.

She tattled me.

My father meanwhile accessed me with steady lour,"What were you up to last night, Hunter Garcia?"

Son of a bitch!