you two are dummy

"You two are so disgusting you can’t work your way out, you dummies." Mr. Charles was so vexatious seeing how poorly they had performed this year. There has been no improvement at all; it’s just like other years. "I’m irritated by your sight," he said.

He threw their report papers on the floor.

"If you want to enjoy all the luxury in this life, you must work hard." He gave them a hunting look.

They were horrified to see him acting that way towards them.

Mr. Charles has been the only one who has bred them till now, since his wife died after giving birth to Bryan. She had severe bleeding. Her loss is a great pain for him.

His face is growing wrinkled because of his two sons, who are causing him nothing but pain.

His gaze fell on Bryan, who was cowering in a corner and watching at them. He wasn’t looking happy. Mr. Charles reached out to him and hugged him as he patted his back.

"I’m proud of you my son you are the cornerstone to your father "he is indeed his happiness the only reason while he could comfort from the grip of his mother death.

"Thanks, Daddy," emotions washed over him as he watched his brothers sob.

His father recoiled from hugging him. He looks into his roving blue eyes and beams heavily, "You're just a photocopy of your mother." He can remember how he fell in love with his mother and those roving blue eyes of hers. He can tell her that she has beautiful eyes and that her eyes have always had him tripping for her. It’s so sad that he can’t get to see her again, hug her, and tell her how beautiful she has made his life to be. It's been 19 years now. She left him in an empty world. He couldn’t find someone so appealing like her.

"Let’s host a party to celebrate these wonderful tidings, son." "You know I haven’t hosted a party before to tell you how much I’m proud to have you." It was so weird to hear that from him; he hadn’t liked anything party-related since their mother passed away. He always has a furious fist whenever he hears music playing around him, but he doesn’t understand the sudden change of mood.

"Daddy, you don’t have to." "You never have parties or music played around you, and I don’t want to cause you to gripe because of that." Bryan held him with a glue of concern; he couldn’t lose him to griping in misery.

"No, son, I have everything planned out." "I get to like it because you gave me hope to live again." He beams. This caused the two brothers to pace away with anger in their hearts and enter their room.

"Daddy never liked us." Duke's voice was full of sadness. He could notice his father's eyes flashing with light each time he is with Bryan and his face being so stormy whenever he sights them.

"Are we cursed?" It seems to him that they are cursed

"I don’t think we are his biological children," he whimpers.

It hints at Henry; it's hard hearing him say that he held his mouth shut . with his hand shut in his

"We are the biological children of Mr. Lawson, whose blood is running through our veins, Duke," he said, lowering his head as he stabbed his leg so hard.

"I’m already pissed off now that Father is so horrid towards us as if we are witless because of his holier-than-thou son," he squawked.

He couldn’t believe they were trying to host a party with something he had that was a crime in their house, all because Bryan, their father, keeps squandering his money, but he hadn't given him any money. He asked him for money to get a new phone. He was raging this time around, and his face dampened like a demon.

"What are we going to do about that before it’s too late?" "I'm so bitter.” Duke said

Brainy gets all the love and praise; their father taunts them a lot; it’s pissed them for the fact he sees them as simpletons. "I had an idea of what to do, Duke," he said, scratching his head.

"What could that be?" It’s got Duke curious, and he hopes it's something that will make their father like them.

"The party," he smiled softly, it’s got Duke in suspense.

"What about it?" He hopes it will work out. Henry drew closer to him and whispered in his ear, "Let’s kidnap Bryan on the day of the party." That sounds like a shock to him. He held his hand in his mouth. He was not convinced that it sounded like a good idea. He felt lassitude descend upon him.

"That isn’t a good idea." Henry thought that there was a way to convince him to harmonize with him; it’s indeed a great plan, and he wishes he understood the point he is driving at.

"Don’t tell me you are blind to notice that Bryan is the reason dad could not notice us; I have heard him say that a couple of times that Bryan is the source of his happiness; let’s kidnap him so that Daddy will divert the love he has for him to us."

It sounded cool to Duke, but somehow he thinks it's not going to be so easy to carry out the operation.

"But, how are we going to do that?" He looks at me somewhat askance.

"The party": He is sure something crazy will happen at the party.

"Don’t worry, we will get everything planned out."

"You are a genius, Henry," Duke whooped as he patted him on the back.

They still can’t believe how much love their father has been showering Brayan, they don’t mind killing him.

But it’s hurt Duke so much seeing how their father praises Bryan and indeed he is perfect everybody Special he couldn’t control the anger he felt within as he hit his hand hard on the wall but then his rage could not be felt.