Destined

Chapter 5: Jaspers POV

It was roughly 9:30 at night when my father came home. I didn't bother greeting him. He always came home late, I was surprised he was even here. This was early for him. Usually he would come home past midnight.
I was sitting in the music room when he knocked on the door and proceeded to walk in, "Hey Jasp. How was your day?" He asks.

"Could have went better. Is there something you need?" I respond to him bitterly.

"Uh, just making small talk that's all son."

"Okay, small talk is over. You can leave."

"Jasper, don't be that way. I'm sorry. What else do you want from me?"

"I don't want your apology. Keep it, I don't want it. How many times am I going to have to tell you that or even show you? What do I want? I want my brother back. He was everything that you haven't been to me. You're always cooped up in your stupid office at work. You weren't even here when Corey was announced dead! Your own flesh and blood!"

"Jasper that is enough! You do not talk to me that way! I am your father! I have a job, I can't just put it aside whenever I want. Not for anything. I'm the president of the CC. You don't understand. You will never understand. I'm done with this conversation and I'm done discussing your brother." He had anger deep in his voice.

"All you do at work is enforce that people strictly follow the rules of the mark! You make sure no one steps out of line and denies their soulmate or goes against the mark and if they do you kill them off don't you? You, your stupid army, and whoever the hell you work with! I will never be done discussing this or my brother. You could have put your job off for one moment you ungrateful bastard!"
I suddenly feel myself hit the ground, the right side of my head is stinging. Did he just hit me? Damn, it hurt. Before I could pick myself up he grabbed me by my collar and punched me again.
    "If trying to reason with you isn't going to work and you're going to talk to me as if you're a grown man it's time you get beat like a grown man." He said coldly. He reared back his fist again but before he took the swing I caught his fist and kneed him in the groin. As he went to bend down I brought my knee up, colliding it against his face. That was enough to lay him out on the ground. He lay there clutching his nose while blood poured out.
    "Don't you ever assume that I can't defend myself like a grown man. That's something Cory taught me that you never even bothered doing."
    I leave to return to my room but not before my mom catches me as I get to the top of the stairs.
     "Jasper, what's going on? What was all the yelling and noise about?" She askes. I turn to face her and she gasps as she sees my face. I'm sure it's swelled and I have a busted lip and a black eye. She tells me to go into the kitchen and that she would be back shortly. I walk over to the sink and get a wet rag to wipe off the blood from my lip. It stings, exactly how deep was it busted?
"Leave that alone and sit down." My mom orders.

"Yes ma'am. I was only wiping off the blood." I respond innocently.

"I've dealt with things like this before in med school. One of the girls had to much to drink one night, picked a fight with the wrong gal, and ended up with the same lip you have right now."

"Well, there's a difference between her and I. I wasn't drunk and I gave the beating back. Plus my opponent was my father."

"For heavens sake. What happened this time? You two keep growing apart. It's not getting any better. Where is he now?" She asked with a slight hint of desperation.
I explain the entire thing to her. She nodded at times and shook her head at others. "I left him in the room. I don't know if he got up and left or if he's still clutching his nose. I don't really care in all honesty. I hope I broke his nose."

   "Now Jasper, don't get fired up again. Now stop talking so I can attend to your wounds. Your lip may need a few stitches. He must have hit you with his ring. It's gashed pretty deep."
I only nod in response. If I needed stitches then I hope I broke his nose. I hope he has to go back to his pathetic job with a bandaged nose and every time he sees his reflection he gets a flashback of me breaking it. With that thought in mind I close my eyes and let my mom do what she does best.