Handcuffed Rivals

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We were back at Kings luxurious house and I was more then glad to cross these doors again. Since this morning, both of us decided it would be better to go to his rather then having to work all afternoon on Mrs. Jennys house. Sure we'll get yelled at the following day, but for now, we were at peace. Or so I thought.

King didn't even salute his butler, just passed him by looking at the key hangers that had one additional chunk at the far end „Father home?"

Francis nodded his head promptly as well as giving me a tight looped smile, one that held a warning or a message I didn't quiet get. But you know, I hardly ever get those non-wordy shit directed to me. I just happen to be a person you have to tell things in syllabus.

I followed the angry colossus marching like a military man towards what seemed to look like a study room. Once we entered, I was sure it was a study room with it's fineness of structure, tidiness and organization, along with his Fathers figure in a black suit and stiff back „I taught you how to knock, didn't I?"

King simply acted like he heard nothing „Explain to me how did I end up tied with this nuisance and how my own father signed this." Uh, huh, did I want to be a part of this? Guess, I didn't have a choice. You know, you enter a room thinking, sure let's grab one of those high uo there books and everything looks so library material, but nooo, I have to listen to family fights.

„I don't explain myself." His head was still surrounded by his papers rather then his son. Tone, boy did I not like that tone of his, cold and distant, it was like talking to a wall and occasionaly getting a response.

„Well, you'll have to do it this time because I'm peeing with this thing, sleeping and showering!" I was hundred percent sure King had this coat of rage all over his body and I was so glad it wasn't directed towards me. i mean, it's always directed towards me, but not with this kind of emotion at the back of his voice. The vocals said it all, how he cared but his parents just didn't.

His father laid the paperwork on his desk and raised his head to look at us, finally „If it'll make you finish faster and let me work, then talk." Just for that reason, you know, not because you have a son and you want to talk to him every now and then.

„You're irresponsible. I get calls from that department of yours always notifying me how bad your behaviour is and how much money I have to give in order for you to stay there. Do you know how much money went there without any reason whatsoever? I'm a businessman, I don't throw money away. I invest money," he was a diplomat, I gathered.

A freaking diplomat, no matter his surroundings. This was his house, his child, and all he talked about was money.

„No, you're a scam." King concluded just as I looked at his face for the first time since we came here, red and red, it was all painted red just like when Da Vinci had his faze painting with red chalk and all those men screamed alarm.

Being me, I stood there minding my own business, seeing them yell and yell for some time, King swinging his free hand in anger to show him how he felt, but the older one did the same. It was like watching two figures fighting for pride, for trust, respect from one another.

„You have no sense of value. Look around you, this was all built by my own hands." The guy shouted filled with self-esteem that for once in my life, I thought to myself, look King didn't end up so bad. Sure he irritated me to my core, but seeing this, I'd never be in his shoes.

No wonder he didn't twitch when my dad started yelling, or what I thought yelling was. This is another level, completely another level.

„I could care less about things around me." he meant the shining diamonds from above our heads in every room and a hord of people asking how his day went and if he'd like to have a meal. His dad didn't catch that „I can see that. I pay for it every week!"