(Pov godwell)
Another problem to solve.
The water stopped flowing.
I ran a hand through my still-damp hair before grabbing a towel with a sudden movement.
– Seriously... What an idiot.
I quickly dried my curls, threw the towel on a chair and opened my wardrobe.
Every movement betrayed his annoyance.
Nothing drinkable.
I put on a black t-shirt, sweatpants, then slammed the door shut.
– Let him come looking for me again...
I blew out through my nose.
– This time, I won't hold back.
My words were lost in the silence of the room.
I'm becoming just as crazy as that kid.
I grabbed my phone, slipped it into my pocket and left the room.
The corridor was deserted; Gaston had just passed through.
Only the sound of my footsteps echoed all the way to the dining room.
It's barely 6pm
The smell of the meal was already wafting through the house.
I placed a hand on the handle.
– I hope at least to be able to eat in peace...
And pushed open the door.
My gaze immediately went up towards the table.
And he stopped.
- seriously..
That insolent little brat was already settled in.
One arm rested on the back of his chair.
His chin rested against his hand.
As if he were waiting for me.
A heavy silence settled in.
A dry laugh escaped my throat.
– Well... I thought you preferred to eat hidden in your room.
That insolent little brat was staring right into my eyes.
Then a slight smile stretches his lips, it makes him laugh too.
– I wanted a change.
That simple sentence irritated me to the very core of my being.
Normally, that idiot would have lowered his eyes.
Or he would have simply said a vague "hm".
But not this time.
I approached involuntarily.
– Have you finally decided to be a little brave?
He did not reply.
He just kept looking at me.
Without looking away.
Without the slightest embarrassment.
That look…
That's it, he's completely lost it.
I didn't know this side of him.
He's playing at being a mast now.
Almost funny.
He looks like a child having a tantrum.
This thought irritated me a little.
– Why are you staring at me?
The idiot's smile widened by a millimeter and he took a bite of his plate.
– I was just wondering...
He paused briefly.
– It's been a while, it's funny, but I'm happy to see you again. I wanted to say a few words to you personally.
Silence fell again.
I remained perplexed.
For a second.
Then my jaw clenched.
What's his problem now...?
He was really starting to get on my nerves, I had this urge to punch him in the head.
I hate his superior attitude.
– What exactly are you telling me?
The little boy shrugged slightly.
- Nothing.
– Does that amuse you? Are you just trying to provoke me?
– you're so eager for my attention
– Do I need it?
he called out to me
Her smile widened.
He seems very relaxed.
I clenched my fists and took a deep breath.
– You'd be better off going back to your nasty victim mentality. It suits you much better.
That little bastard laughed in my face.
- You know...
He folded his hands in front of him.
The more I look at you...
He tilted his head slightly.
The more I understand Mother's choice...
My heart sank.
– shut op .
– Don't take it badly.
he called out to me
This idiot continued as if he were compassionate.
– You spend your time provoking me… Looking for a reason to fight, Putting me down in front of others.
– Do you know what it's like to be the eldest?
I fixed my gaze on his.
Heresy rolled her eyes and leaned back against her chair.
– to be honest, I know, I've been playing your role since the moment I became aware of my own existence.
– I must do even more, put up with your lack of maturity and your inability to lead.
It was becoming unbearable.
– Do you really want to go down that road?
My fist clenched.
– You really think you can find something to criticize me for.
– Yes.
He answered without hesitation.
– Do you want me to tell you what I see?
Silence.
– I see a boy who grew up convinced of a dream.
Her voice was soft, almost benevolent.
This kid's got some nerve.
But his tone made each of his words even more irritating.
– Then one day...
He slowly raised his left hand.
His gaze slid down to his ring finger.
Where the ring should have been.
– You were told that this would not be the case.
I felt my breath getting warmer.
– You've already forgotten what I'm capable of doing to you...
He nodded with a smile.
– I don't really remember.
– And despite that...
His voice became almost a whisper.
– I think we're going to have a lot of fun this year
I was holding back from trembling with anger.
But he continued on.
– You know, I don't really like being stuck with you either
And
– What am I supposed to understand by that?
– Are you threatening me?
He raised his arms
– I don't need it.
B's face fell.
– You become more brave…
– Do you think your mother will have time to save you?
Hérèse slowly shook her head and put down her cutlery.
– No.
– I'm worried about you; everything you've done in a year shouldn't be ruined by a simple disagreement.
I felt something give way inside me.
All the frustration.
All the years spent holding me back.
My glass was gone before I even realized it.
It explodes, crashes against the head of the heretic.
I stand up, pushing the chair abruptly onto the floor.
The clatter of cutlery echoed throughout the dining room.
A long thread of blood rolled from the brow of hérèse .
He remained motionless, a smile on his lips.
– frankly, you're proving once again that she was right...
he murmured, wiping away the blood that kept flowing.