The Shades of Rich

Teenager [Edited]

04 | TEENAGER - "Trapped in the darkness, overwhelmed do this, do that according to your standards
Please shut that dirty mouth"

Asher's POV

I entered the house to see Zac with my father by the railings. His head bent while dad rubbed his shoulder in a way of showing appreciation.

There we go again.

Shaking my head, I announced my arrival. Dad turned around with a tight-lipped smile. I threw my bag aside and crashed onto the sofa, carefully folding my arms. Fixing my stare in front of me, I was awaiting dad's arrival.

Dad came next to me after collecting his briefcase.
"We have an event tomorrow night. You have to come with me", He said gruffly.

Wow. He didn't even spare a glance at me when he spoke. Like always, he states and I listen. People would assume or look up to him as if he was this beacon of hope but I know better and I can't take this anymore.

I have constantly been pulled and pushed to follow every single thing he orders but never had I ever gotten any recognition. No, that was reserved for someone he deems special and close to his heart but now, I have to rebel against my father in front of him. In front of Zac.

"Why don't you just take Zac? After all, he's the golden boy. Don't bother inviting me to shit that doesn't need me." I replied in a nonchalant tone.

"Get up." Calm. Too calm. Well, I could do that too.
"No." "I won't repeat myself." "No, dad." I stated with an emphasis on 'dad'.

"You bastard! Do you think this is all a joke?" He grabbed my shirt collar, tugging me up from the couch. I sneaked a peek at my arms that were flailing while he shook me vigorously. My palms enclosed his ones as I struggled to pull back from his hold.  

"I have taught you about respect before, yeah?" I froze and stayed silent, with downcast eyes. "I asked you a question."
"Yes, dad." He stared at me, watching every action of mine carefully.
"Good. Good."

He released me and took a step closer. "Look at me." My head rose, lifting my gaze to match his. He started to stroke my cheek. "I thought I raised you better than this."
With rage, he slapped me, making me stumble towards the coffee table.

"Let's hope that we don't get a repeat of that." He dusted the shoulder of his coat, frowned, and stepped away from me.
My cheek throbbed as my palm rubbed against it. I sat down on the floor, trying to soothe the pain while he collected his suitcase and left.

Zac seemed to have moved from where he was before during the commotion. He crouched down to my level with his hand extended to me. I scoffed at the sight and looked at the boy that destroyed it all.

"Here lemme he--" "Just shut it. Don't you get tired of being fake all the damn time?" I asked, getting up on my own. I tugged my blazer off and threw it at Zac.

"Why weren't you at school? Ran another errand for your daddykins?" I loosened my tie knot, staring at him.
Zac snatched the blazer that I threw at him and tightened his fist around it.

Oh, the satisfaction. My lips curved into a smirk as I watched his cool attitude start to crumble.

"It's not a crime to get on someone's good side."
I slowly nodded my head with pursed lips and an arched eyebrow.
"Especially if he's my father." "Obviously. It's a given for you to suck up to my dad", I pointed out. " Even my brother, Asher."

He did not just say that. I'd rather kill myself than call him my brother.

My eyes snapped right back at Zac, my jaw clenched. My whole demeanor shifted from wanting to mock him to wanting to punch him.
"You lost that right on the day you were born. So just know where you stand and all will be fine"