Forty One: Runaway

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Cyrus ' POV

I had no intention of going home that night, but dad had a bodyguard follow me around.

"In case, the press tries to bombard you, or you get hurt, or even see that little bitch again."

That night was the first night I ever hit my father. He had had his fun. He was already shredding my life into pieces and redesigning it up for me. And I couldn't stand it.

It was at dinner and Michael was there. I didn't know who I was anymore. I was so vicious all of a sudden.

I abruptly stood up and threw the whole jug of water at him. Then while he was still in shock, I walk around to his side of the table and before he could react, I grabbed the back of his chair and tossed him and the chair all the way to the other side of the dining room. His nose and mouth was bleeding but that didn't stop me. I grabbed him by the neck in a death grip. My teeth were clenched and I was so angry I could have killed him with the death punch I sent into his face. Once was enough.

He was almost unconscious. But conscious enough for me to say my truth.

"You have always beaten me where no-one can see it. You were only doing yourself a favour. You ruined," my grip got tighter and he got purpler, " -our lives. You killed our mom and kept yourself an innocent rich widower. But you're just a sad, evil man who lost all rights to life. You don't deserve any respect, title or fortune. I have left you to your sins and kept quiet for seventeen f****** years. But if you think you have any sense of royalty to treat that girl like a piece of s*** you better remember my fist in your face every time you act an a******* towards her. "

I let him go and he inhaled huge, painful breaths as I towered over him.

"So are you gonna punish your own father?" He never knew when to quit.

" I'm nothing like a scrum like you. Even if you've had the guts to murder your own son, " I said.

"I didn't kill anyone," he spat.

" You killed me and Michael by scarring us for life, making us your little puppets and controlling our every piss, " I crouched down to his level.

"But I don't f****** care what you think. And I know unwilling fight till my last breath until you get the hell on earth you deserve before the real Hell eats your face off. And I'll fight until Jesus comes down for my girl to never see the inside of prison. You will never hurt me or her again."

And with that, I stormed off. Michael followed after a while to find me in my room, packing all my necessary stuff. As well as my many credit cards, picture of me, Mike and mom by the ocean, and the deed to the Templeton Hotel my dad made me keep safe.

"Are you really leaving?" His voice cracked badly. At another time I would have laughed. Instead, my anger faded into concern.

My little brother's eyes watered as I zipped up my suitcase. I walked up to him and gave him a huge hug. He clung to me for dear life and didn't try to hide his sobs as he cried into my shirt. I ran my cyborg hand through his hair. I wanted this to last longer but I couldn't stay any more.

I tried to let go but he held in tight. He refused to leave me.

"Little bud, I have to leave."

" You can't leave me here, " he sobbed. He trembled too.

He finally pulled away and I crouched to his level. He had snot all over and suddenly looked like the messy three year old again. I have him a sad smile as he wiped his tears with his shirt. He never had a good sense of cleanliness.

"Listen, Mike. I'm going, I can't stay. But I'm not leaving you here for long. Once I prove dad a criminal, you can legally come live with me and Keia. And you'll be an awesome little roomate. "

"I'm not little," he snapped in a nasally voice.

"Sure," I eye rolled.

" Promise you won't leave me with him too long, " he hugged my neck and sniffled a bit. I held him close too.

"I promise on my life."

It felt so wrong leaving the only loving part of my family behind with that >rude word of your choice< but I couldn't risk being in the same building with him any more. So I got into my first car, the one I got before the Ferrari, a Land Rover.

I only had two suitcases and a backpack on me. I wasn't completely sure where to go. I had no idea. I could always go to my suite in the Templeton Hotel, but that place has too many bad memories.

I opened my phone and the screensaver gave me an answer. It was a picture of Keia laughing with the ocean in the background. I took it the day she was discharged from hospital after her coma and I drive to the seaside. She was too weak to go outside so we watched the sun set from the car.

I made her laugh somehow and she spurted out her soda. She swatted the phone away when she saw what I was doing.

"I hate pictures," she said.

" Why? " I replied curiously and cautiously.

She got that distant look in her eyes when her pupils dilate and she zones out. At first I found it frightening but then after a while I found out it was when she escaped to the Aesthetic part in her brain. I woke her up from her reverie with a sweet kiss. I felt her face heat up in a hot blush. I found it satisfying that I could make Keia blush.

She was the person I had to call. Other than the hotel, I had no where else to go. So I swallowed my (enormous) pride and failed her number. By then it was like one in the morning.

"Hello?"

" Keia, I need a huge favour.. "

"Are you okay, you sound..unsettled."

"I-I'm in a predicament."

" What happened? "

"Keia, I need somewhere to crash for some time.."

" Oh, no! "

"What?"

"Did, did your dad kick y-"

"..."

" You can be funny, KJ. "

"I don't get what's funny about being
homeless."

" it's just, I-I-I can I just see you in person, instead? "

"Cy..."

" Please? I really don't have anywh-"

"Okay, stop with the guilt trick voice."

"I'm not trying to guilt trick you. I'm genuinely...in trouble."


" Of course you can come, Cyrus. I'm sorry if I made you feel bad. "

"I'm the one who should be sorry. "

"Why?"


" Because..I'm already here. "


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