Him & I

Chapter 13.

Hazel's POV:

"Hello," I say, sitting down. Trin serves us the dinner.

"Hello Hazel, Where is Jonah?" he asks.

"I don't know he isn't home," I tell him.

"Don't mind him. He is not very used to new people around but he'll be okay in a few days. How was your day?" I give him the fakest smile I can muster. He knows that his son is a purely rude, arrogant and self-obsessed psychopath.

"Okay," I mumble. I take a bite of the chow min, it's not my favourite food but it'll work for now. "Can I ask you something?" I say and he nods. "You could ask for anything but why did you ask for this? The marriage?" It has been bothering me for quite a while.

He smirks. "Everything comes with a price?" he answers. It's not the answer to my question psycho. I can see where Jonah inherited his arrogance from. Like father, like son.

We eat the rest of the dinner in silence, an awkward silence precisely. He just asked me about what I want to study in college. I told him I want to study business. He also told me that he had a flight tonight to New York because he has to attend some important business meetings but he'll be back next week and then we'll have a reception and announce the wedding to everyone which I hope doesn't happen.

As we finish my meal, Jonah enters the room, wearing the same cloths as in the morning. Except he is not wearing the blazer, the sleeves of his white shirt are rolled up so I can see a palm tree tattoo on his right forearm arm. His hair is a real mess and his eyes bloodshot, he seems drunk.

"Jonah, Why are you home so late?" Tyler asks him.

"Late?" he slurs. "It is only half-past eight," He is literally looking scary right now.

"And you are drunk?" Tyler scolds. Ignoring his question Jonah's eyes fall on me and my heart leaps. Why is he looking at me? I shift uncomfortably on the chair, trying everything to not look at him. "Jonah?"

"I am not drunk. I only had three shots but I am not drunk," he sits. "And it shouldn't bother you If I am or not. It is not your fucking concern," he treats his father just the same way he treats others. I want to leave right now but I don't want to draw their attention to me.

"Jonah, have you forgotten how to talk to your father," Tyler says angrily, getting up.

"Father. Have you ever even treated me like your son for once in life and then you force this burden on me. After everything you have done, you expect me to be your perfect son. Sorry, I can't be," he raises his hand showing an eagle tattoo on his wrist. " Because I freaking hate you," he screams. Burden? I know we don't like each other and I don't want to live here either but he called me a burden and I hate to be one. I want to go home so I don't feel like I am bothering someone. I shouldn't be here.

"You need to sober up. We'll talk then," Tyler sighs.

"There is nothing to talk about," Jonah says.

I finally pick up the courage to get up and hurriedly leaves. I can feel the attention has drawn to me but I don't care right now. As I reach the staircase, I hear a glass breaks and my heart flips. I have never witnessed anything like this before.

I run to my room and close the door. It feels like the door will open any minute and Jonah will e standing there shouting at me. What if he does? What if he come to my room and break everything as well? I know I shouldn't fear him but I am. I sit on the bed and take deep breaths to calm myself.

After a few minutes pass, I change into my nightdress and sleep hoping the morning would be better.

Yay double update. I thought I have been not very acting this week and the previous chapter was a little boring so I did a double update. Don't forget to vote and COMMENT. It encourages me to write more. Love ya'll. xx