XXI| Sibling Spat

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I turned towards my teacher, my body loosing some of its anger, but I didn't care.

He honestly, wasn't even looking at me. His emerald like eyes were staring at everyone else in the room... And they freaking bowed their heads! Even my sister!

She's a princess at heart, like hell would she bow to someone!

I huffed lightly, leaning myself against the kitchen doorway.

Ashton turned his intense gaze onto me, allowing us to stare at each other... Okay, I was glaring and he was lightly glaring. It kind of was like he didn't want to upset me, but couldn't stop glaring.

"What was with all the commotion? Did someone threaten you?" The older male spoke a little slow, as if he was trying not to growl or hiss out the words... Which would make sense really, if the fiery anger behind his eyes were anything to go by.

"It's nothing, just some sibling spat." I quickly answered, relaxing my gaze as I calmly shifted my body against the doorframe.

The taller male didn't seem to have bought my words, raising an eyebrow at me.

"Didn't sound like one." He grunted out.

I rolled my eyes at him, tilting my head slightly to the left.

"It was. Trust me, this is even close to the worst ones yet."

He turned towards my sister, her pale blue eyes holding concern.

"Is that true?" His voice harden as if he was angry that she had a fight with me, her brother.

"Yeah..." She seemed to have grown nervous... I may hate how princess like she is, but I hate it even more when she's nervous.

"What's it to you anyway?"

Ash turned back to me, raising an eyebrow in question.

"What's it to you that me and her were getting into a fight? I doubt you'd care or even notice we had one if we-"

"Why do you think I wouldn't care?" A snarl wound its way up the rich man's face. He looked so annoyed.

"Because, it's a sibling fight. You have a sister, you should know what it feels like." I openly rolled my eyes at him, finally pushing myself up. "Coming down here was a mistake."

I glared at my teacher and sister, I didn't care how painful my words were. They just don't understand anything...

I just wanted to go home... To my real home...

Doubt that would happen anytime soon...

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