Thirteen-years-old, Connor Wolfhard, a considerate and magnanimous teen, trying to cope with the enslaved power of a merciless creature. With the abidance of detest, deep-rooted for his contentious mother, and intricate in an explosive concocted sto...
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C O N N O R
"How do you get a black eye?" Jaxon asked me softly.
"I..I fell." I lied.
"You got a black eye from a fall?" He asked, raised a questioning brow at me.
I let out a nervous chuckle. "Kind of, yeh?"
I'm a terrible liar, I can't even think of a proper excuse.
"Don't try to fool me, I know it's not because you fell." I didn't look at him, instead I fixed my gaze on my legs.
I let out a small sigh and bit my bottom lip. I picked up my pencil and continued doing my homework.
"Did your brothers do this to you?" I felt my eyes got wide at his question.
"W-What? N-No." I stuttered. "They don't like me, but they didn't do this."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive." I stated.
I could feel his eyes staring at me, so I slowly put down my pencil and looked upward until I met his gaze.
Tell him.
They'll eat me alive.
Isn't he your father?
He is..but..I can't tell him like that.
"So you're not going to tell me about the incident at the basketball court?"
My jaw dropped open. "H-ow d-i-id you know?" I stuttered.
I saw him clench his fists, before rubbing his forehead in a frustrated manner, just like Elliot always did.
"You weren't going to tell me, were you?" I shook my head at him, biting my lip.
"Why have they changed so much?" I questioned, holding back my tears. "Why don't they like me? Only Elliot does."
"I know what's stopping them." He answered, more to himself than to me.
"Thibbault has changed so much, before when I was with him, I used to look at him and I still want to have that bond between us now, like before but.." I slowly let my voice trail off, before letting out a deep sigh. "He doesn't want me to be his brother anymore." I paused for a moment, "I don't know why they don't like me." As those words left my mouth, I felt a pain in my heart.
"I'm going to have a serious talk with them." I sighed as he stood up from my bed and walked out of my room.
I never wanted to tell Jaxon, because I was afraid that if I did that their bond would be affected and it would be all my fault.
What did I do to deserve this life?
"What did I do..?" I whispered to myself.
All my life Riley and Kyle told me how worthless and retarded I am, how I didn't deserve any type of love and that I was a waste of space, but that didn't hurt me because I was used to it. What does hurt is the insults my brothers shout at me, because I never thought they would say anything like that, they were always my safe place.
