I paid a virgin

Chapter 32

Chapter Thirty Two

Rampage

(Trench POV)

Being summoned by your Aristocrat of a father in New Year’s Eve was the most irritating thing to do in the closing of another year. He and my mother called me to New York for whatever reason they wanted me to hear. Like I don’t have some major problem in my plate without my father adding to it. I know that manipulative and control craze man wanted me here just to dictate my supposed-to-be proper actions to make the family proud. Full of bull if you ask me. Why can’t he just mind his damn life and stay out of my own business? Why did I have a father like that who only sees perfection and appropriateness when you do whatever he wanted you to follow?

Messing my hair upward, I pushed the double door of the living room. The condo unit he owned was huge enough that I can build a pool in the center of the space. I wonder what the old man will do to me if I destroy his precious property.

As I stepped inside, I saw him sitting arrogantly in his elegant couch, beside him was my mom. She looked depress by the looks of it. Nonetheless, when she saw me she gave me a loving smile.

“Trench” she greeted, standing up to hug me tightly.

“Mom” I answered, hugging her back too.

“How are you sweetheart?” She took my arms and walked me near my father. I refused to sit beside him, instead I took the couch in front of him.

“I’m fine mom” I replied; my eyes narrowing at the old man.

He leaned forward, his fingers intertwined and eyes glinting in intimidation. This posture was a signal that an argument will be ignited in the room. I’m not sure what it is but I’m sure I will be grilled by him.

“Father” I greeted, my eyes reading every twitch in his face.

“Son” he greeted back.

There was silence for a long minute. The crackling of the fireplace and the slow classical Holiday song from the Vinyl’s collection he had were the only things dispelling the tense silence of the room. I don’t intend to break it; if I have to wait for him to be the first one to talk so be it. Time to play his games too.

“So how was Tara?” my mom seems like the only one who couldn’t take anymore our mutinous state.

“She’s very happy at the moment mom and told me her greetings for you,” I told her. Tara was summoned to be here too with me but she refused straightly when I told him our dearest father wanted us to be with him. She turned cold shoulder at our father as the old man insisted her to end her relationship with Rupert or what the Aristocrat say “The Commoner”.

“Why didn’t she come?” my mom whimpered in sadness. I know she misses her and would love to see her now if only someone will accept her choices.

“She’s very busy planning her soon-to-be wedding with Rupert.” I announced directly to my father who clenched his jaw tightly. “They are a perfect pair don’t you think father?”

“She is a disgrace to our family, marrying a commoner!” he growled.

“Oh for Christ sake dad stop insisting what you wanted and respect her choices. This is her life not yours. If she chose Rupert then you needed to accept that. It’s time to break your ancient family tradition. This is the modern time, and the bull crap rules you grew don’t exist anymore. We are in another country now, we aren’t anymore in Russia where the rest of prejudice relatives we have are. I’m tired of your rules. I’m tired of your insistence. All I wanted is to choose whatever I desire in my life.”