Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Ryan’s point of view

“What’s this?” Mother nearly shoved her phone into my face as I walked through the door. “Ryan what’s this?” The screen flashed harsher into my eyes.

I squinted at the headline displayed in my view, it spoke about my scandalous pull from The Governor’s birthday party. Titled “The Damned Kiss”.

Wait when was this? An hour or two ago and it has been published wide enough for my mom to get it. The world can be really jobless at times.

“It is what it is.” I shrugged and responded, pushing through where she has me cornered as I strolled further into the mansion.

Vivian, my sister was right by the stairs, a mischievous smirk on her face as I approached her.

Of course. This must be her dirty work. I mean I should have predicted even, since when does mom surf the internet enough for her to know the hottest talk of the city.

I got to her presence, casted a long look of shame, then shook my head and walk off.

“Did he just walk out on me? Oh my God he did…” I could hear my mom overreacting where she was while I made my way up the stairs and straight to my room.

The first thing that caught my sight was the small frame I had placed on my bedside table. A picture of myself with my best friend, the both of us still in high school then.

The vibrant happiness on our faces in the picture brought my mind back to the memory behind it. We had just finished pulling off what I’ll arguably call the greatest prank ever.

It was against the school jocks which we weren’t part of, and they bullied us for that. I mean yeah I loved football, but the team was filled with assholes I refused to deal with back then. So I never gave soccer a chance, the same reason Seb never tried out for basketball.

The jocks from the soccer team had previously picked on us for being the school’s golden boys without a soccer badge or tag to our names, and in retaliation we stole the keys to the locker room, locked them up and took a selfie with the keys.

We got a detention afterwards, but it was worth it. Those jocks feared our craziness since then.

I walked over to the frame and picked it up, “Oh Seb.” My hand trailed over the picture, “If only you knew,” I lamented as a sigh fell out.

I miss my best friend. If only he would just let me talk to him, if only he’d just give me a chance to explain myself.

The door to my room suddenly slapped against the wall in a loud bang. I whirled my head around to see the angry face of my mother as she stormed inside.

“The door wasn’t closed you know,” I remarked at the way she nearly broke my door. I gently place back the frame I held to deal with my dramatic mother.

“I won’t accept this!”

“Accept what?” I feigned confusion.

“Whatever it is you’re doing! Or you want to do. Whatever rubbish you’re planning to do, I won’t accept it. I simply won’t!” She spoke with so much seriousness, and a hardened face that nearly popped the veins that lined on her face.

“Ohhhh….kayy..”

“You’re not listening Ryan, this is not a joke or some sort of play to you. Sebastian Torres is an enemy, he is not to be spoken with, to be smiled at, to be-“ her eyes fell off me and down to the frame that was seated on the bedside table.

“What’s that bastard doing in here?” She pointed at the picture while she asked.

“Answer me!” She urged aggressively.

“That bastard use to be my best friend, and at a point was like a bro-“

“No!” She cut me off in a crazy yell. “No, just no! You will not refer to that bastard as someone dear to you in front of me!” She warned in an absurd state.

She suddenly leaned her hand forward and grabbed the frame. “I’m going to destroy this, and listen here son.” She tilted close to whisper, “Yoy didn’t come back to fix some dead horse relationship, you’re here for one thing and you better do it right or else-“

“Don’t threaten me,”I cut in to warn her, my eyes lowered with the mood in my voice changed.

“I’m actually tired,” I began.

“Infact it seems to me that you’ve forgotten yourself here Jolie. Let me remind you that you need me just as much as I need you. And starting from now, I’ll do whatever the fuck I want to do without you being a problem. You become my problem once again, and I promise you a hell thousand times hotter than the one you’ve given me. Understood?” My eyes glowed with danger more than anger.

I wasn’t angry truthfully, I’m frustrated instead. I’m fucking tired of her narcissism. Hasn’t she done enough? Or had enough? Will she ever stop?

“You….” She trailed off with awe in her sound. Then in a sway of tension, I felt the heated passion of her palm against my cheek as she landed a vicious slap.

“How dare you threaten me?!”

Did she just raise her hand on me. My gaze grew cold and emotionless as it keyed on her, “What did you just do?” My teeth barred as my fury builds up like a coming storm.

“I will and can do more. You’re nothing Ryan, the sooner you know that the better it is for you in here.”

I angrily caged her neck with my hand as I pushed her into the nearest walk behind her. “Do you want to die?”

“Get your hands off me before-“

I tightened my grip around her neck as she fell into choke instead with her sentence left hanging.

“I repeat do you want to die?”

“If you don’t get your hands off me, she’ll be the one to pay for the price. I have her killed in the most brutal way possible, do you want that?” She countered my threat that instantly nullified my anger.

I let her go at once and stepped away from her.

“Good boy,” she praised in a sarcastic tone. “Now you’ll apologize to me, and promise to me that you’ll destroy Sebastian Torres till he’s nothing left. Go on,”

I scoffed and chuckled at the same time. “You’re gonna die waiting for that apology bitch, perhaps put in an order for it when I’m in a better mood,” I said to her before I turned around and walked out of the room.

I think it’s high time to cook this people their favorite cake.