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
I woke up in the morning with a big grin plastered on my face. I stretched my arms and let out a yawn, feeling better than ever; the grin never leaving my face. I got out of the bed when my bare feet touched the cold floor.
I went to the bathroom to get freshened up. As the cold wind rushed into my room through the window, I felt myself shiver. I noticed black sweatshirt that I was wearing yesterday kept on my bed and I decided to put it on.
Then, I slipped the warm shoes on my feet before rushing downstairs.
It's my first Christmas with my Dad and brothers. The last time I celebrated was with my Mom and it was several years ago. For the past six years, I was always locked up in my room during Christmas Day, as it was the rule by Kyle for me. He doesn't want me to enjoy the special day.
As I stepped foot inside the island, I spotted everyone except Maverick was gathered around the table.
"Took you long enough?" Thibbault simpered, looking over at me.
"I didn't realize about the time until I heard the shouts of Merry Christmas coming from downstairs." I replied with a goofy girn, before walking over the table and sat down on the chair.
"Merry Christmas." I greeted them and everyone wished me back.
I sat down on the chair beside Dad and started eating Christmas special breakfast that happened to be casserole and apple cider donuts.
"Where is Maverick?" Dad asked, putting the spoon down on the table and taking a look behind him.
"It's Christmas!" The loud voice of Maverick originated through the island.
"Speak of the devil." Elliot muttered under his breath.
Maverick took a seat beside Thibbault. I could feel him staring at me with a sly smirk but I didn't look up to him and continued to eat my donut.
"Are you also going to celebrate Christmas with us or are you finally going back to Georgia today?" I raised my head up to meet his hatred filled eyes. I didn't utter a word on his question.
"What the hell?" Thibbault hissed, staring at him with angry eyes.
Dad's angry stare was fixed at him. "I should see you in your room after breakfast."
"I don't have enough time for a lecture." He fired back, gritting his teeth in anger.
"Maverick!" Elliot exclaimed with wide eyes.
He slammed his fist on the table and stood up with a dark glare formed on his face. "Since this little shit has entered our lives, nothing could go right in this house." He screamed, referring to me. "Now, I can't even do breakfast properly in my house because of him. Just seeing his face ruins my day." He hissed menacingly more like talking to himself more than me.
