"Mathias?" Sideon called upon him, strolling up back to his room after escorting Angie out to get a cab home.
Maths turned instantly at the mention of his name, curious about who was calling him. He met the gaze of his father, changing the utterance on his face.
It has been a while since he last saw him after the day he refused to talk to him.
He became furious with the fact that it was his father who has called him.
"I don't want to talk to you!" he snapped taking his steps back on the stairs.
"Of course, you will." his father declared, irritated by his son's words and nonchalant behaviour toward him.
Maths didn't mind his tone. His dad was always like that, trying to catch his attention.
Unfortunately, he was wrong because Sideon was ready to talk out with him even if it demands having a rough conversation.
"Stop right there, Mathias!" Sideon growled, running up the stairs to catch up with him.
Maths stopped walking and turned back, bestowing one of his dangerous looks at his dad. His lips separate slightly, beholding his dad hitting the stairs angrily with his foot.
He tried his best to wait patiently for his father to get to him. At least he needed to save a name for himself as a result of being tagged 'proud'. Why does he even care?
Sideon stood in front of his son both of them staring at each, ready for war. Both Father and son were boiling in rage. Sideon was furious because his only son was too rude to him while Maths was mad thence his father won't stop bothering him.
"Follow me down!" Sideon commanded through gritted teeth and turned to leave but Math's outburst stopped him.
"Make me!" Maths protested.
With a flash of memory, Sideon's fist became a hit on Math's face. He hit him so hard that Maths lost balance and staggered back, clasping the steel used for protection to hold himself down from falling.
Maths groaned through pain, holding his lips that seemed to have torn up, he shot his father a glance. Sideon returned the gaze, feeling how he has lost his temper. Passion and hatred took over the mansion as though there was some kind of battle.
Earning back his strength, Maths turned around and headed back into his den. He still won't give in to his father, they would never get over this resentment.
Sideon watched him shut down the door to his den. He knew he has always refrained from striking Maths. Although, this wasn't the first time he has hit Maths this time was with his fist.
He hates himself for striking him that hard but he never admitted guilt in as much as he has to do it, claiming his father.
"Are you okay?" Julianne inquired, noticing the facial expression of her husband. Sideon shook his head and went straight to sit beside her on the mattress.
He pulled her to himself and exhaled her fragrance, getting him out of bitterness. They stayed like that until Julianne fell asleep, leaving Sideon to his thoughts.
He imagined what he could do to show Maths that he wasn't the type of father he was thinking of him. He wasn't sure when Maths will ever hear him out as a result of him having forever grudges. He has been trying to build a father-and-son relationship but Maths wouldn't tolerate him.
He knows how Sabrina's death has affected Maths whilst, he witnessed her death. Sabrina was a good woman but also with an ego. Right from the start, he has taken her as his best friend and he never for once thought of getting married to her until they were forced.
A couple of years passed and he has been regretful all along. Sabrina committed suicide and his father died thereafter he refused to take in another wife from Sabrina's family.
He thought painfully to admit all that happened. He was meant to get his happiness without anyone interfering in his life.
The next morning|
Maths came out from his washroom after grabbing a slight shower. He dressed his wounded lips in front of his ten feet mirror tacked on the wall. He was looking cool prior he was trying to get every thought out of his mind.
After treating his wounded lips, he made his way to his closet and picked up a pair of jeans pants with a white hoodie to match.
Satisfied with the outfit on him, he took his car keys and headed downstairs, riding out of the mansion down to Orleans. He needed to see his grandmother.
After about an hour of driving, he finally pulled his Range Rover to a stop in front of his grandmother's house.
Her house which his grandfather passed down, wasn't quite big as his father's but it was spacious enough and had a large environment.
The house was looking more like a cottage covered by blossoms and plants creating an elegant look.
He walked to the gate and opened it up having his spare key with him. He just wouldn't stop going there wishing he could live there with his grandmother.
"Who do we have here again?" an old woman 5 feet tall and in her 70s teased having a grin on her chubby face.
"Grandma," Maths called as a greeting and walked to her, helping her out with her walking stick while they strode into the sitting room to sit.
"Don't tell me you fought with your dad again, winning an injury from him." Mrs Albert proclaimed, brushing her hands over his wounded lips.
Maths grumbled but didn't utter a word, looking closely at his grandmother. "I'm not here for my dad," he told her.
"That's weird." Mrs Albert joked, giggling.
"I'm being serious here Granny, I'm in love," he announced, his head bent low from being flustered in front of his Grandmother.
The house became a graveyard with his words. Neither did he say anything nor Mrs Albert did.
The statement was so untrue for Mrs Albert as she stared at him suspiciously. He was right though, hence his words were never jokes.
Unexpectedly, his Grandma began to chuckle. "Are you serious?" she asked still trying to conceal her laughter.
It was weird for him to say that and it was surprising he has told her himself.
"I thought you swore you hated girls. Where are the feelings coming from?" Mrs Albert asked with serious interest.
He took his head up to his grandmother and smiled at her. "I take my words back."
"Oh! Yeah, you just did."
"I don't know how it happened granny, I couldn't resist her," he confessed.
"Who is she? And what's her name?" Mrs Albert asked curiously. "She has taken a turn on you."