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(?)(?)(?) (Unknown POV) (?)(?)(?)
Watching the sky blur and the buildings pass by every second, I clenched my fists to contain the rage simmering inside me. My teeth ground together as I fought to maintain composure, my eyes closing for a brief moment to calm my nerves.
"Damian," my father said softly, his voice trembling. "You know I didn't want any harm to come to you."
"TTF." I scoffed, the sound dripping with disdain.
"We're almost there. Please, this is your new school, and-" he hesitated, his voice faltering, "I'm afraid there's no other school that will take you in. So plea-"
"Oh....really?" I interrupted, my voice sarcastic and sharp as a blade. "It's not like what I want.... or do matters to you.....Now you care?....Wow..... You should get an award for Most Ridiculous Person Ever!" My voice was venomous, each word meant to stab.
"Damian, please listen to—"
"Oh...Alaric please!" I cut him off again, rolling my eyes in frustration. "Just shut it and..... face the road. We don't want another accident,... now, or..
..do we?"
I knew that would hit him DEEP, right where it hurt. And that's what I wanted. I wanted him to feel just a fraction of the pain I'd endured. The loneliness, the humiliation, the nights of hunger, the tears, begging on the streets, what I had to go through,. He needed to understand it all,...even if I had to to break him myself.
"Damian..." He paused, his voice strained. His eyes met mine in the rearview mirror, but I quickly looked away, refusing to engage.
"...Damian, we both are very much aware of why you were expelled. You keep doing reckless things,..spending money lavishly like water, beating people up, bribing, threatening, sleeping with—"
"HOLD IT." My voice was a growl now. "It's my money, isn't it?....Have you ever given me any allowance?....No, you haven't!..... So don't lecture me on how I spend it....you don't have a better way of spending money..... Not like you've been a shining example yourself."
"Son, I—" he began, but I wasn't done.
" Don't you dare...Don't you dare call me 'son.'" My eyes locked with his in the mirror, my fury uncontainable.
"You're my son" he said blankly
"Not anymore..." I scoffed
"Son I have-" he said breathing unevenly
"This... should...be... THE.. LAST.. TIME ...YOU CALL ME..'SON'?" I said now I couldn't envelope my rage, he's pressing my buttons
He clears his throat and hesitated, his hands tightening on the steering wheel. "I... just want you to stop sleeping around. It could ruin your—"
"HEY." My voice was cold and cutting. "Don't even start with that....They threw themselves at me, and I....took what they offered..... It's not like you've never done it yourself.....Or do you.....need me to remind you?, ....hm?" I smirked cruelly, relishing the way his face tightened with guilt.
He cleared his throat, struggling to regain his footing. "uh...uhmm...Let's not talk about that. But Damian... you even started a mafia. Don't you value your life? You could get arrested, you can't keep taking advantage of the fact that you have—"
"Mr...Alaric."I rolled my eyes and smacked my teeth, shifting on the car seat and looked back the rearview mirror.
I leaned forward, my voice low and dangerous. "Nothing....nothing....will stop me from running the mafia.....Even if it costs me my life,.... it's where I belong.....It's what I'm meant to do..... I'll keep a low profile,..... but don't think for a second you can tell me how to live my life....Never-"
"We're here," he said finally. He sighed heavily, his eyes flickering with a mix of defeat and sorrow.
"This is your new school." his voice barely audible.
I stepped out of the car without another word, slamming the door behind me. But I wasn't done yet. I walked around to his window and leaned down, staring directly into his eyes. My expression was calm, my smile forced, but my gaze was deadly.
"Mr... don't you ever tell me how to live my life..again. And don't ever interrupt me when I'm speaking."
Straightening up, I slammed my fist against the window, shattering the glass. The sound of the crack, the sight of his panicked face, it was satisfying. As I turned to leave, I heard him start to sob. i released a breath I didn't even realise I was holding.
"TTF," I muttered under my breath, smirking as I strode away.
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The building loomed ahead of me. The door with the principal's name came into view, and as I approached, I raised a hand to knock. Before I could, the door swung open—and I froze, staring at the most bizarre sight I'd ever seen.
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