Without Flaws | Fyodor Academy 1

Chapter 33

Chapter 33

       I waited until midnight to get a call, or even a text, from my parents. I probably shouldn't be staying up until midnight because I had class the next day, but I couldn't help it. I thought the calls or texts would have come early in the afternoon but once they never did, I couldn't help but wait until midnight to see if I got something.

       And I didn't.

       Either my parents completely forgot about my birthday, or they didn't care enough to send me birthday wishes. And yeah, I may hate my birthday but my parents didn't know that, so they didn't have an excuse not to send me birthday wishes.

       When it became evident that they weren't going to send me any messages, I carefully sat up on my bed and looked around the room. Jules was still fast asleep and after having a stressful day with the tests, I didn't want to disturb his sleep right now. The night before, he spent so much time studying so he needed the rest right now.

       So I did something that was probably stupid, but I didn't care. I just had to get away.

       I knew I wouldn't be able to leave campus since the security guards really upped their game ever since paparazzi kept finding their way on campus. Now, it was extremely hard to sneak off campus without permission, and I was an expert at sneaking around.

       I quietly got off my bed, taking one of my blankets and wrapping it around me before I walked to the door. I slipped on my shoes and gingerly turned the doorknob. Right as I was slowly opening the door, I heard Jules stirring in his bed. I paused and looked over, seeing him just moving from one side to the other side. He was still asleep, though.

       Since Jules was still sleeping, I left the dorm room and closed the door behind me as quietly as I could. I stood still for a few moments and listened for any sign of Jules waking up. Sometimes when I leave my dorm in the middle of the night, he doesn't wake up until the door closes.

       I didn't hear him wake up at all, so I left and headed towards the stairs that would take me to the top floor. Once I was on the top floor, I walked towards the door that would lead me to the roof. The door was locked, but I hid a lockpick under the rug in front of the door. I was surprised no one had found it yet.

       Jules found it once, but that was when I was hiding it in my room and he wouldn't stop asking me what I needed it for. I just had to distract him by changing the subject and he completely forgot about it.

       I was just surprised that he was questioning it in the first place. This was me we were talking about, after all. Was he really so surprised I had a lockpick?

       Apparently.

       It did take some time for me to unlock the door that led to the roof since I was a bit rusty with my lockpicking but eventually, I got it open. I haven't been on the roof for a long time and honestly, I missed it. It used to be my getaway. Other students rarely went on the roof because they would rather do activities that peeked their interest instead of going on the roof for no reason.

       I didn't even know why I stopped coming here.

       There wasn't much on the roof. There used to be a rooftop garden, but it was solely the students who had the option to take care of it and soon enough, no one wanted to take care of it.

       Maybe I should start taking care of it...

       I walked over to the edge of the roof to overlook the courtyard. I thought being at this boarding school would make me feel less alone now that I wasn't staying home by myself for days, weeks, even months. I thought being here would make me feel truly happy.

       I wasn't.

       All because my parents still neglected me.

       I should be happy, though, right? I mean, I had an amazing boyfriend. Awesome friends. I finally got to meet my grandpa. I did like being at this school.

       And it wasn't enough.

       I turned away from the edge and slumped down on the ground, wrapping my blanket around me tightly as I rested my head against the stone half-wall that acted as a fence surrounding the roof. All I wanted was for my parents to pay attention to me, even if it they took the time once a week to see how I was doing.

       Even though I was extremely upset right now and I only came onto the roof for some fresh air and to be alone, I ended up falling asleep somehow. It was weird that being alone was what I needed right now, yet feeling alone was the whole reason why I was upset right now.

       I didn't wake up until the morning, when I heard a lot of people being loud on the courtyard. I didn't know what time it was since I didn't have my phone with me. I just knew it was some time before nine in the morning since that was when classes started.

       And there was no way I could stay asleep on the roof for almost nine hours.

       When I woke up, I didn't bother standing up or anything. I just sat here, not wanting to be around anyone right now. I was probably going to skip class today anyway, so there was no point of leaving right now.

       I heard the door to the rooftop suddenly open, followed by the sound of someone's footsteps walking up the stairs. I looked over, seeing Mr. McCabe walk onto the roof. When he noticed me sitting here, he said, "There you are, Parry. Jules and I have been looking all over for you. He woke up and noticed you weren't in bed and that your phone was left on your nightstand."

       "Well, here I am," I said.

       "How long have you been here for?" Mr. McCabe asked as he walked over.

       "Midnight."

       Mr. McCabe was silent before he sat down beside me. "Midnight? You've been up here all night? Why?"

       I didn't know if I should tell him but in the end, I decided it probably wasn't best to keep all this bottled up. "Because I'm tired. I'm tired of my parents ignoring me and I'm tired of them making me feel like I'm all alone, even though I know that I'm not."

       He sighed. "What did they do this time?"

       "Neither of them wished me a happy birthday yesterday."

       "Seriously?" Mr. McCabe asked.

       "Seriously. Each time, it was just a simple text, which honestly made me hate my birthdays so much. But they don't know that I hate it, so I don't know why they didn't say anything to me yesterday."

       "Parry, I am so sorry," Mr. McCabe said. "I thought they would have at least called you."

       "Yeah, well, they never did," I said. "I don't know what to do anymore. I'm tired of waiting around for them to start acting like parents, even though I know it's not going to happen. I just... want them to pay attention to me. But nothing I do works."

       "I'll talk to them," Mr. McCabe said. "Believe me, I'll give them heck for it."

       "You can try, but it probably won't change anything. Nothing will. It's part of the reason why I registered to this school with the last name Hathaway. The main reason was so people don't make the connection of who my parents are but... Another reason was that for once, I'm not connected to them. Because I never felt like I was."

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parry :(

let's go fight his parents rn. let's square up. bring your shovels thx