Wellston Greenfield

04 | Meet Him

Alexus's POV

I stood still, staring into blank space as my father continued yelling at me. I felt nothing when I saw his scrunched up nose, furrowed eyebrows and ears that were as red as a tomato. There was no sadness, anger or even resentment. I simply stood there. Still and silent. His screaming was nothing but muffled noises. And when his tone was particularly louder, my ears would actually catch what he was saying.

I was far too used to it.

"Are you listening to me boy!?" he yelled, breathing heavily. My cool, green eyes met his furious, burning ones. "You're hopeless," he exhaled, his arms that he was waving around so hysterically a moment ago flopped down to his sides. "Why can't you be more like Anthony?"

Ah. The classic line. I was waiting for him to say it.

"Get out," he growled. I dip my head slightly before closing the door behind me. "You should just do what he tells you to do. That way you can save everyone else's ears from father's yelling," Anthony smirked smugly as he passed me. I looked at him, saying nothing. "Ooo look at you being so scary. C'mon, give me your best glare!" he taunted, his lips curled up in a sadistic smile.

And father wants me to be more like him.

I looked straight ahead, pretending he wasn't there. My shoulder knocked against his as I walked pass by him. His scorching glare was hot on my back until I finally stepped out of the house. Being in there was mentally exhausting. Everyone was watching your every move, judging you. Like a criminal in prison.

A small sigh of relief left my lips as the lush, green field came into sight. When things got too hectic at home, this place was my hide out. It was quiet and no one ever came here. Because it was the border.

Laying down in a random patch in the field, I closed my eyes and listened to the melodious tune of the birds in the sky. I breathed in the crisp fresh air, my heartbeat slowing down into a steady drum. The tension in my body seeped out as I already started to forget about the unpleasant encounter with father.

"Caramel!"

"Who is that?" I scowled, propping myself up on my elbows.

"Caramel!"

There was the rustling of grass and the thumping of feet against the ground. And all of a sudden, cat food came flying at me.

My reflexes kicked in and I immediately brought my arms up, shielding the cat food from getting onto my face. I looked down at my blazer with disgust. A mushy, wet, pale brown substance stained it.

"Ouch" the girl groaned. I studied her tangled brown hair, the small little scratches on her knees and her wide hazel eyes that were examining her hands. "Are you the one who keeps screaming Caramel?" I asked, slightly pissed at her for ruining my peace and quiet.

And my clothes.

"By the way, you better get this cleaned," I said, shrugging my blazer off and tossing it at her.

"I'm so sorry! I'll get it cleaned, I promise... I'll make sure it'll be good as new!" her voice anxious and panicky. "Of course you will," I replied, a little bit of sarcasm lacing my words. "When you finally get it cleaned, just pass it to the General Office in school."

She stared at my blazer with a confused expression. What a dimwit. With a sigh, I turned around and made my way back to my own personal prison.

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"Alexus!" an angry, high-pitch voice called.

Ugh.

I knew it was going to come eventually, but that didn't makes things any easier. I sighed, rubbing my temples and bracing myself.