Nightride

6 - perspective

Xavier Patterson (pictured similar to Derek Chadwick-above)

Dalton

"You were assigned one simple task, and you still manage to fuck it up"

My father stands across the room aggressively pacing up and down. He isn't just mad, he is furious. It is to the point where his eyes changed into that dark, menacing yellow like mine. His claws are slowly coming out from his nails as he continues to pace. The book that he is holding is slowly tearing up due to his claws piercing the pages.

"Dalton, do you care to assess what happened for you to fail?"

He stared into my confused, scared eyes. The intensity of his expression made me want to throw up. My father has always been frightening, the members of the mansion either worship him or fear him. He was perfect, and I was his imperfect disgrace of a son to him. Apparently he hasn't always been this way, he used to be a nice caring person. A good elder to everyone, that is until my mother died giving birth to me.

"Dalton, I am talking to you."

His voice began to rise, his words echoed throughout the room. My body began to tremble, I leaned back against the chair as I finally mustered the strength to talk to my dad. Before I could say a word I saw a strange figure appear to be sitting on my father's desk. It looked to be a girl with long sandy hair I couldn't specify what she looked like because her hair covered a majority of her face.

That is when the time felt like it stopped. My father stood motionless in the office, not evening moving a muscle. I looked around the rest of the room to find a bird frozen mid-flight. Something was clearly wrong.

"A life full of abuse and manipulation clouds your mind, you are a broken creature too bad no one wants to help you pick up the pieces," her distorted voice flows throughout the room. It invokes this feeling that I have known before, but this time I can't move. Her presence is captivating, she came to make an entrance and get her point across.

"What do you want?" I fumbled for words.

"Dalton Ryder. You lived such a pathetic life, living in your father's image of power. Being neglected, left behind, and alone. It is such a shame. You can have a shot of redemption though."

I looked up at her. Redemption?

"What are you talking about?"

"Bring to me Knightley Dai-Lee and I will make all your troubles go away. Your trauma, your scars, and your daddy issues. Nightride begins with you."

Before I could muster up any words her skin began to decay and fade into ash. The ashes slowly formed around her body until it faded into the air. That is when time began to resume, the bird outside started to fly as my father unfroze from the state that he was in. Chills surged throughout my body, I was speechless. It was hard for me to contemplate the events that just happened. I did not know who that girl was, and her offer was too good to be true.

A slam on a desk brought me back to reality.

"I am tired of your incompetence and your constant failure. Your duties as the alpha have been revoked until you learn to do one damn thing right. You once again managed to disappoint me, and I am not surprised. Do you have anything to say for yourself?"

As much as I want to stick up for myself I can't. If I cross my father he can easily retaliate and become dominant. It often ends with me crying or bruised, most of the time it's both. I looked back into his eyes which still beamed its yellow color, that is when I submitted.

"No."

My father fixes himself and makes his way back to his desk placing a large book down, "Good. Now get the fuck out of my office."