The Colorless King || Stephen James

15 ~ "Well That Was Certainly Rude."

"Well That Was Certainly Rude."

J A X O N

-saturday, 10:19-

My eyes narrow in on my father. How dare he. Especially after my encounter with Drake. That little bastard deserves a right hook so bad it breaks his neck. My father stares back at me with eyes so vicious they remind me of a rattlesnake. I am sure to glare back with the same amount of fury.

His words echo in my head: "So do you enjoy dating a child, son?" I subconsciously ball my fists in anger, and I am almost ready to fight the man who contributed to my life. I feel a small, delicate hand slip into mine, almost so tiny and soft that I didn't notice.

I calm down a few notches, but I can still feel the anger radiating off of my skin. I stand, the obnoxious screech of the chairs legs not bothering me as I bring Arabella up with me. I set a harsh glare to my father, who stares back at me with a blank look, as always.

Arabella intertwines out of my grip and steps forward, bringing my attention toward her, as well as my fathers, and most of my family. The ballroom seems to quiet down, but when I look up, everyone is preoccupied and disinterested in our commotion.

Bella's words are almost so soft that I don't hear her, but I listen as carefully as I can.

"I'm sorry if my appearance here has upset you. I'll leave now, so I don't cause anymore trouble." Before a word can be said, she turns to my mother, "Mrs. Matthews. You are the most beautiful, most kind, and most independent woman I have ever had the pleasure of meeting, and it is truly an honor to have met you today. Thank you both so much for inviting me, and I hope to see you again soon."

She turns away, and I catch a glimpse of tearful eyes. My heart immediately sinks. My father is such an asshole, and I am going to kill him. Arabella quickly walks toward the exit and makes it into the hall before I come to my senses. I step after her, and gently grab hold of her arm, pulling her into my chest.

She automatically nuzzles her face into my chest and I wrap my arms around her, staring at the marble floor that is clear of feet. I listen to her light sniffles as I enjoy the quiet and empty hallway, away from the crowd.

"Hey, angel, look at me." I demand, leaning back and dipping my finger under her chin to pull it up, forcing her to look at me. I stare into her watery eyes and lean forward to kiss her head quickly.

"I want you to go stand by the front doors. A butler will be standing there, pay him no attention, he won't speak to you unless you speak to him. Don't speak to him. He's a lot younger and he's new and I don't trust him around my baby girl. Tell me if something happens when I get back."

I kiss the crown of her head once more before turning her and giving her a swift pat on her bum, urging her to keep walking. She turns to look at me, a blush coating her cheeks, and she opens her mouth but I raise my eyebrows in warning, causing her to blush more and scurry toward the front entrance.

I stalk back into the dining hall, and lurk toward the main table where my dreadful father sits, happier than a child on Christmas. When I am close enough, I slam my hands on the table and lean over it, staring into his eyes with such hatred that he is startled for a moment.

He opens his big mouth before I get the chance to speak my mind, "I thought your, ah, date said you were leaving? Shouldn't you run along?"

His words fuel my anger by a thousand. I stand up, inhaling to try and calm myself down before I jump over his table and deck him so hard he ends up in the hospital with brain damage. My mother gasps quietly and elbows him in the ribs, causing him to give her a nasty look.

He turns and raises his hand, making her flinch, and he smirks and plays it off as if he was reaching for his glass of wine, picking it up with a smug look across his disgusting face. My temper rises so far I can practically feel steam blowing from my ears.

Suppressed memories from my childhood flash through my head and I jerk forward, grabbing his tie and yanking him over the table and toward my face, making his eyes widen. His wine, now forgotten, spills onto the whine tablecloth and drips onto the floor, mindlessly.

"Get your hands off of me-"

I cut him off, "Don't you ever put your hands on this woman again. She is more balls than you will ever be. And you should treat her that way."

I shove him back by his collar, sending him off his chair and onto his ass. I look toward my mother, and soften my eyes. This woman has been through so much, only sticking with this god awful man for my sake. So I wouldn't grow up without a father.

I would have rather grown up without a father.

"If he ever does that again, call me. I'll be here in a second." She can only nod, so I lean over and give her a gentle kiss to the forehead.

Walking out, I take Arabella's hand, and she stares widely up at me, probably already hearing the commotion in the dining hall and wondering what has happened. Ignoring her curiosity, I lead her outside.

"Jax-"

"We will talk about it when we get home, babygirl."

"..Okay."

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