Finn’s I could feel the heavy atmosphere inside the dining room. Other than the sound of the cutleries hit on the porcelain plates, there’s no other sounds that I could hear and that alone I know that this is not a good thing. “Finn,” My heart sank when I heard him call out my name. I glanced at where he was and forced a smile. “Y-yes, father?” “How’s school?” That question again. For others, being asked like this by their parents while having a meal together is a sign of the parents’ interest in their child's well being. But not my father. This is his first query to all of us, his children. This is his first question to the set of queries that he’ll give until he set the child in question to the mental torture that he like. “Good.” I answered sparingly. I looked down to my plate again hoping he’ll let me have my peace to eat my steak. “That’s it?” Just hearing his voice raise, I couldn’t help but quiver on my seat. I’m so scared that I couldn’t look him straight in the eyes. U
Irvin’s “Give me a call if you need anything.” Henrick said to Boone before he drifted off back to the highway. It’s already past seven and we're obviously late for the party. I hope Hillary won’t feel bad that we came late. “What’s with your face?” He kept on glancing at me and the road. “What do you mean?” “You’re making this face.” He distorted his face. Squinting and pouting his face while controlling the wheel. He looks constipated. “I did that?” “Yeah. Is something bugging you? Is it Boone?” I nodded. “I wonder why he’s too quiet when he gets back.” “Don’t mind him. He is probably thinking about something. That’s how Boone is. When he’s assessing something he’ll go quiet until he figures out the answer that he needs.” Henrick calmly explained. My eyes goggled at his response. “Are you telling me when he doesn't say anything when he’s having a problem?” Henrick nods. “You let him be quiet?!” I couldn’t restrain the shock that I felt. “Yeah.” He laughed. As if my
Third Person’s First thing in the morning, Henrick came to school earlier than his usual. He purposely went straight to VIPs' classroom to where he planned on leaving Irvin before he headed to the rooftop to meet Dave and his gang. His initial plan was to go to the meeting place and let Roy drive Irvin to school but as soon Irvin finds out that he’s planning to meet Dave, he insists on going to the campus with him. “Moe? You’re early.” Irvin pointed out when they reached the classroom and saw Moe enjoying himself with a book in his hand. “I am always early, Vin. Why did you two come to school so early? Ahh…so you’re just like me. Never get victim by Friday sickness, right?” He started teasing the two to lighten up the mood but the two just gave him an awkward smile. “What’s up with that reaction guys?” STill have no idea what’s happening. “Uh…nothing. Just not in the mood for jokes.” Irvin responded. Though he tried his best to smile and hide the anxiety that he’s feeling, Moe
Third Person’s Emelie were staring at Finn packing his things on his backpack. He’s humming while neatly folding his shirt before putting it inside the bag with so much care. She was in an awe that she didn’t realize that he already notice her watching him. “What? Do you need to say something?” Finn asked to his mother. She batted her eyes profusely. As if she woken up from her deep thought. “You’re…” She couldn’t think of any word to use at Finn’s behavior. “Huh?” Finn finally stopped from his doing and seated at the bed. He’s still at Emelie’s house. He didn’t plan of going back to school today but he plan on going to surprise Boone at his Condo later. There’s already tons plan that he’s making on his mind to make this friday night extra special and that includes him cooking for the first time for him. “I’m what?” “Is this for real? You’re folding your shirt? What happened to my untidy son?” Emelie continue to tease him. Ever since she knew about Finn being in a
Third Person’s The moment tha Boone received a text from Finn, asking his whereabouts, he instantly took his car and drifted to his place without any time wasted. He informed the other that he’ll come and pick him up in a minute or two but what he didn’t expect was that he’ll reach the place earlier than he expected. His smile plastered on his face as if it is not unusual that he’s in a good mood in the morning. Despite the sleepless night because of the absence of his lover, and the lack of coffee, Boone is quite cheerful. However his glee was only short lived. Boone slowed down his car and halted on the side of the road. He watched the black sedan that halted in front of Friedman's house. Usually he wouldn’t care much if there’s a guest waiting outside of their house. But this one is different. Though he didn’t know who the owner of the car was, Boone could tell that the person standing at the car door was someone he knew. He patiently waited for a little longer until so
Third Person’s Boone glanced at Finn again. The staff had already left and the foods are already served in front of them but Finn still was not taking any bite from his food. “Why’re you not eating yet? Didn’t you said you’re hungry earlier?” He asked. Trying to calm himself from the bizarre behavior of Finn. Finn put the fork down and leaned back on his seat. “I’m not anymore.” “Is there something bothering you? You've been acting weird since we came here.” Finn didn’t say anything. Even him couldn’t understand why he felt like that. He’s confused and embarrassed at what he just did earlier in the elevator. “What is it, Finn?” He asked again. “I really don’t know.” He sighed and pulled himself together. Boone walked towards him and pulled a seat beside him and sat beside him. “Do you want me to feed you?” He reached for his plate and started cutting the meat. He pierced one and aimed at Finn's mouth. “Say, ahhhh.”
Third Person’s “You’re still mad?” Finn cautiously asked Boone. With some luck and persistence, Finn was able to separate the two brothers from the heated conversation. However his torment isn’t over yet. Boone is in a bad mood. To the point that he’s tempting to run away from him. “Do you want to watch some movies? We can watch some horror genres.” Finn said. Suggesting one of Boone’s favorites but ends up regretting his words when he realizes why they never watched any horror ever since they met. “Fishing. Let’s go fishing” Boone turned his head to face him. Still distorting his face with his frown. “Why? Do you know how to fish?” He shook. “But you can teach me , right?” He grabbed him by the arms and rested his head on his shoulder. “Please. Let’s go fishing.” “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Finn?” Boone said coldly. “Why? Fishing sounds fun.” He continues to convince him. Finn isn’t in the mood to go out. This morning he already has something on his
Third Person’s Seconds feels like eternity for Irvin. He’s in the middle of the class but his mind is elsewhere. His chest is loudly pounding, hands sweats and barely hears the words that his professor has been talking about. Math has just begun but Irvin felt that he’s been sitting inside the room for a week. Without even understanding the whole lecture. He’s fidgeting and foot taps profusely so that one of his classmates that is seated beside him notices this bizarre behavior from Irvin. At first he chose not to mind it but as the time passed, the sound of his foot tapping only ticked his mind to the edge. “Can you stop it?” He tells Irvin with a threatening stare. Irvin immediately froze on his seat from a sudden attack of his classmate. “God damn it. You’re making an irritating sound.” He added before turning his attention back to the lecture. “Sorry.” Irvin said in a weak voice. He couldn’t blame his classmate for getting mad at his annoying behavior. But even him couldn’t h
"What about Moe?" I asked, staring at him dead in the eye. "How would I know when you never told me anything?" I emphasized every word clearly as I stated my displeasure towards him. I tried to raise my head to look at him but the falling tears made my vision blurry. "You want to know? You really want to know, right?" Henrick stalked towards me like a predator to its prey as he stood in front of me. His eyes blazing in fury. "Tell me!!" I yelled equally loud. I tried to suppress my growing anxiousness. This version of Henrick is what I fear the most. The seething with madness version. I want him to speak up, to say it to my face no matter how much the truth hurts me. But I surrendered. I surrendered to Henrick. "I didn't tell you because I'm worried about your feelings, Vin. I don't know if you could bear it or not. I don't know if this will bring back the pain...But you won't listen to me even when I warned you. Now, I will tell you the truth. Moe is the guy who poisoned you at th
Irvin's POV"P-please... don't hurt us..."My eyes widened as I watched the scene in front of me. I gave Moe a glance, but he was too preoccupied with the terrified lady. "Auntie, we're not here to hurt you." I muttered, before lending my hands towards the old lady, beckoning her to get up. "Tri’s not here today. So, I came instead." Moe said. "Y-you're... not here to hurt us?" she said in a trembling voice. "Yes." Moe said with indifferent expression, before eventually softening his voice, "How are you?" "You promise?" "Yes... Tri asked me to buy this too," Moe took the pills out of his pocket and gave them to the auntie. The expression on the woman's face eventually mellowed as she started to trust Moe. "Why didn't Tri come today?" Auntie grabbed her own clothes and wiped tears off her face. "He's busy... Can we see him now?" Moe shortly said. The lady was speechless for a moment before letting out a deep sigh. She slowly opened the door to the room and eventually beckone
Irvin’s POVI sat with my phone while playing games like crazy after passing a rigorous exam all day, damn it! The questions on the test paper today were something I have never met before. Hey! Did we study a lesson like that? Damn, I couldn't remember anything. My brain has gone as empty as a space, it was filled with nothing. The more I searched for answers, the more I couldn't find them. I wanted to sleep instead! Fuck! What I got back was a radiant looking skin because I have slept all too well, it helps a lot with drinking eight glasses of water a day that adds moisture to my skin. How preposterous! "Done with your exams already?" Henrick’s voice didn't draw my attention away from the screen. I nodded at him and continued playing the game. For about ten minutes now, I have been sitting here under the VIP building benches and waiting for him. Henrick and his friends gathered around the table. He then sat beside me. "Ugh." I flicked my face away from Henrick, who gently rubbed h
Henrick’s Pov"Oh God... it hurts so much doctor." I squinted my eyes towards the old looking man sitting across from my good-for-nothing friend. He was called doctor Seb or Doc Sebastian Walsh? Something like that. When we asked Oli if he wanted to be taken to the hospital, he refused and wanted to be tended here instead. So we called a doctor, and this bastard specifically asked for this old man. I was putting an ice pack for Irvin’s hip while periodically peeking at my friend’s actions. He said he was hurt, but his face looked otherwise and it annoyed me seriously. "You're doing fine, Oli. It's just a little bruise. I'll give you some painkillers and topical ointment and you're good to go." The good-looking doctor said coldly. His tone might be soft and caring, but his facial expressions were too stiff and indifferent. "Don't I need an X-ray? Or maybe some blood tests? I think I'm still a little sick doctor." Oliver pushed himself up from the sofa, and drew his face closer to t
Henrick’s POVBang!!I hurriedly grabbed Irvin by the waist so that he slammed hard on my chest. We dropped to the couch in shock, looking at the shards of fallen glass on the floor. The glass table shattered and cracked loudly. I didn't realize I had used such a strong force enough to break the table apart. Luckily, I caught Irvin on time before he fell into the mess. "Are you okay?" I asked Irvin who sat on my lap and was staring breathlessly at the wreckage in front of us. "Damn, Rick! What the hell did you do?" He slapped my thigh hard with his fists. "Ha ha, look how strong my love for you is." I said, grinning goofily at Irvin’s reddened face out of embarrassment. Knock Knock"Young Master. What happened, Young Master Henrick?" There was a loud knock on the door, along with an uproar from outside. Irvin and I exchanged looks and he hurriedly put on his pants, rolled his shirt down, and ran towards the bathroom. I shook my head slightly as I recall his old ways. "Nothing."
Henrick’s POV"Let me go!" He pursed his lips tightly that prevented me from penetrating the insides of his mouth, but I don't care anymore. I sucked on his lower lip vigorously and kissed him repeatedly. His thin and soft lips felt so good against mine. His sweet breath made me delirious with so much need I think it's too late to stop myself anymore. My head spun from the raging lust. I alternately kissed his lips and cheeks nonstop to let him feel what I wanted to say. To let him know that I want him so much and I need him in my life or else I will die. "I thought I was going to die." I said honestly, still in full attention to the man in front of me who has his eyes tightly closed and flickering his head back and forth. His lips remained tightly closed that he began to suffocate and lose his oxygen, so he accidentally opened his mouth to get some air. And it was the moment I was waiting for, I lunged forward and claimed his mouth in full. My tongue darted inside his mouth, twirlin
Henrick’s POV"Damn it, what the fuck?! Are you still in the mood to watch porn in this situation?" Irvin asked in shock. "Shit!" "What?" Irvin and I looked at the screen showing a video clip between Moe and Ivy. They were both naked and making love passionately in bed. If it was Ivy with someone else, I wouldn't be surprised but what made me cursed out loud was because it was Moe, who's the least I expected to do this to me. Though I feel nothing about Ivy, seeing a clip of her like this made me feel a bit struck. I felt betrayed. It was true that who stabbed you from the back was always someone close to you. "Fuck! Moe is wicked." Irvin said as his eyes focused on the screen. "Didn't I tell you? Don't get close to him!" I said angrily, remembering how close Irvin was in danger with Moe. "How would I know? Open that one too." Irvin, who didn't seem to mind, urged me to open another file that Rancho was gradually sending. "Fuck! Stephanie too?" As soon as I opened the clip, I
Irvin’s POVI took a deep breath. Today was exhausting, not just physically but also mentally. Everything was so messed up, but I'm glad that the bond that I have with my brother is getting stronger. Zeke and Oliver took him to the hospital to get treated and I was left alone with Henrick. "Let's go home now, Vin." Henrick said, wrapping his hands over my neck and pulled me into a hug. "Whose house are you talking about? T-the fuck are you doing again Henrick! Let me go!" I struggled, pushing myself away from Henrick’s embrace. "Come on Vin. It's already over. Let's go home now." Henrick insisted, and pulled me towards his car. "Henrick, if you don't stop pulling my arm, I'll hit you!" I continued to resist, glaring at him in fury. "VIn, please. I'm sorry.. I'm really sorry. I was wrong." Henrick held my arm to face him, but I was too stubborn not to let him have his way. "I'm done with you! Go mess with somebody else!" I said as I turned my gaze away from him. Henrick sudde
Boone’s POV“So?” Stephanie leaned close to me and gave me a teasing smile. I looked at her with confusion and just shrugged her off. Her smile turned frowning when I disregarded her query. She bumped me with her shoulder that slightly pushed me over. “Isn’t he the guy that you’ve been talking about?”“Hmn.” My way of saying ‘yes’.“Oh my god. You’re acting shy right now.” She pointed out.My hands were fast to cover her lips. She was too loud. That even the guards at the main gate could hear her blabbering.“That’s nonsense.” I replied. Letting her go. “Can you tone down your voice? I don’t want him to feel uncomfortable.”Her lips puckered. She went silent for a few seconds. As if she’s thinking of something that I couldn’t decipher. SHe crossed her arms, lying back on her seats. Almost slouching. “You know what for someone who’s smart, you’re quite stupid and blind.”My jaw dropped at her utterance. If only she’s not someone I consider as a friend, I probably have said mean things