Punishment For A Crime I Didn't Commit

»»──────ஓ๑♥Percival Whitmore♥๑ஓ──────««

It’s been three weeks, and you want to know the bullshit I got for a crime I didn’t commit? Suspension. For six whole fucking months. The dean called me the next day after my phone call to my bastard father. They’re doing some investigation but the student body voted for me to be expelled because they’ve already demonized me without any conclusive proof. And it doesn’t help that I’d attacked one of Lucian’s friends one day before his attack.

The school says they'll lift the suspension if I’m innocent, but if I’m guilty I’ll be expelled. Tried and sent to the Silverclaw penitentiary. I’m so pissed. I packed up my things and got in my car to make the four-hour drive back to my father’s house.

I moved out of that place at eighteen, and I’ve been living between Zion’s home and the university dorm/the Moonhowlers fraternity. Paying for my college with my trust fund. It’s a fatty trust fund that I received at the age of eighteen. So even though it was set up by the man I used to view as the world’s best dad, I consider it my money.

But I can’t go anywhere else right now. People would think I’m running away.

Lucian is fine. He came off with only one issue, a few broken bones. His right arm and right leg are fucked up. Those are the bones he broke, I mean also his nose, he's got some damage in his eye that needed to be treated and a few cracks in his skull. Not bad. The doctors worked overtime to treat the rest of him. But for the next six months or so he’ll be in recovery until his self-healing comes in. The wolfsbane did the most damage.

He’s going to need a heavy medication. I found out this through Pauline, his mother calling me. She was scolding and swearing at me. So I told her she could go fuck herself the same way she fucked my father. That shut her the hell up.

I’m not her son, not her friend, not her stepson. She isn’t my fucking problem. I’m worried about my life.

I pulled into the driveway, this house used to hold so many memories. Even when my mother fell ill, god did that scare me. Especially when she only got worse. But she healed and ended up divorced and cheated on. That woman deserved the world, and instead, she got this fat sack of shit.

I’m sorry... I’m just not a happy person.

I clutched the steering wheel. Pauline and Yusuke are waiting outside. Yusuke is my father. Some people wonder why my last name isn’t Tamaki. After he fucked my mother over I took her name. If anyone would continue her legacy since she has no other living family, it would be me. I visit her every month, twice. But these three weeks have been tough. I haven’t even called to check on her.

I got out of the car when it seemed like my father was about to come towards me. I didn’t look at him as I popped the trunk, and got out my bags. I drug my items towards the door, and Pauline’s eyes track my movement. She doesn’t look happy but she’s only bold enough to look at me while my father is here.

“Percy, welcome home son.”

“Don’t act like you’re happy to see me. Your actual son is in there.”

“Percy.”

I pushed past him and Pauline. Marching into the living room instead of going directly to the place that was once my bedroom.

Once I was there I waited for them so we could talk this out. He asked me to come over, and I know his pattern. He has something to say to me, I just know it.

“Do you want to sit?”

I glare at him for that fucking stupid question. He raises his hand and tells Pauline to sit. Yusuke sighs, then rubs his eyes.

“Pauline and I are going to personally solve this case. If you didn’t attack Lucian then we are going to make sure we find out who did. And that starts by tracking down the gang that we’ve found that sells wolfsbane. It is an illegal item and if you got the wolfsbane, you likely got it from them.”

My eyebrow twitches, but I say nothing because I know sixteen languages and I can curse Yusuke in every single one of them. I’m gonna keep my words to myself right now because I feel like something worse is coming.

“Because we’re going to be hunting this case firsthand, we need someone to take care of Lucian while we’re away.”

This time I say something because he cannot trust my worst enemy in my hands. I will toss him down the fucking stairs. “What?”

Yusuke notices the tone of my voice and speaks. “Let me tell you this right now. Everyone is saying that I should send you to prison. They don’t even want us to find evidence, and neither does Pauline. But Lucian said he doesn’t think you did because you’re a cocky fucker who will take credit for it. So we’re doing this for him, and so I can show people my son isn’t a murderer. So you don’t have a choice. I will be placing an ankle monitor on you, if you leave the house without Lucian my squad of alpha will come over immediately, and you will either be returned to the house, jailed for a night, or beaten. Lucian is well loved.”

“My son is a good person.” Pauline threw him. Her voice was deep, and her eyes were wet. “You better hope you’re innocent.”

“Do you know anything about innocence? Yeah, I don’t fucking think so. I think your ex-husband should have ignored Lucian and burned you alive like the trifling witch you are.”

She flinched at the mention of her ex. That man is looming over their heads. He’s coming once he’s released, they know it. He has no idea she remarried because the prison he’s at restricts people from giving in important outside information. So she’s lucky or he might have broken out.

Yusuke growls at me. His eyes narrowed.

“For the love of god, Percy, we get it. I cheated on your mother, get over it. She was dying. I needed comfort, so I turned to a close friend. This is not what this is about. You are under house arrest, you need to make sure Lucian’s recovery goes smoothly. If things get worse, or you abandon him I swear to god, I will just shove you into prison. And wash my hands off you.”

You expect me to feel pain over those words? I thought we’d cleansed our hands off each other the second I turned eighteen.

But I see that I have no choice. I want to get back to my dorm, away from these people, finish my degree, and move out of this pack. With my mom. I’m only here for her. She hasn’t been discharged yet so I can’t abandon her.

Instead, I run my fingers through my hair. Six months of this. Six months taking care of the guy I’ve been trying to torture. Goodness, my life can only get worse from here on out.

“Okay, but you have to swear to genuinely solve this. I didn’t do it-” Pauline scoffs and I shoot her a death look. She slams her mouth shut. “Just clear my name, and I’ll take care of the bastard.”

“My son isn’t-”

“Oh shut the fuck up, mistress. Your opinion means jack shit to me.”

I picked up my bags and walked out of the living room having had enough of seeing them. I feel angry and I’m trying not to be. Since they’re dangling jail over my head.

The room was surprisingly made. Yusuke placed the ankle bracelet later that day, and then he and Pauline left. I still don’t understand why they have to leave but they do.

I’m walking down the hall with a bracelet that beeps when Lucian needs me. Great, I'm a glorified unpaid nanny. I stopped by his room and opened the door without knocking. He’s fast asleep, his bedside table is full of a bunch of medicine. Honestly, I’m a dick but I never actually wanted to kill him.

Maybe when I was fifteen or sixteen. But at twenty one all I want is for him to suffer. Death is too easy. He looks like he’s suffering.

His short hair has grown a bit over the weeks, his skin has patches of bandages and his right arm and leg are in casts. The damage is intense. Whoever did this had a vendetta against him. And the only one in the pack who does is me.

This doesn’t look good for me. Especially if Lucian can’t play football again. The pack will definitely not care whether I’m innocent or not. God, I’m so tired of being here. Take care of him... ugh, I’ll see what I can do without wringing his neck off.