July 4, 2001
Mattheo
I have contemplated death many times in my life. That night when I met Bellatrix is when I first ever craved the feeling for everything to stop. The first time I actually made a plan was when my father brought me to one of his meetings. Liam stopped me without actually knowing he did. The only thing that has kept me alive was knowing that Bellatrix needed me. I say all of this to tell you I have never been closer to throwing myself off the balcony then right now.
My father and I got invited to Jefferson Walters fourth of July gala. Well, more like my dad got invited and he forced to come along. So, that is why I am here leaning on a wall watching as a bunch of rich stuck-up people like my dad gossip. "What is a kid like you doing here?" I turn to see a man in his thirties. I let out a sigh of frustration I made my dad promise that he wouldn't send one of his "potential donators" to me tonight. I glare that this man next to me.
"Business hours are closed," I say before looking back at the others.
"Business hours?" I look over to see him raising his eyebrows.
"You know the reason you are over here. Look I told my dad I am off the clock tonight." I say before taking a sip of my drink. I look over to see that he looks confused. Huh, maybe he didn't come over for that.
"Kid, I got to be honest. I have no clue what you are talking about."
"Oh, well good, and to answer your question I was dragged here by my father." I say with a tight-lipped smile.
"Well, you are doing better than my own son. He would be escaping out the window with the help of his best friend Gibsie." I freeze, Gibsie?
"This Gibsie wouldn't be Gerard Gibson, would he?" I speak.
"Yes, he is. Do you know him?"
"Not personally. He is dating a friend of mine, Bellatrix." At my answer his eyes widen just a little before nodding.
"What's your name?" He says looking at me.
"Mattheo Warner, but most people I know call me Theo. What is your name?"
"I am John Kavanagh," he says putting his hand out to shake. I take it ignoring the bit of suspicion I feel. I go to say something else but get signaled away by my father. I let out a sigh and wave goodbye and grudgingly make my way to my father. When I get there, he throws his arm around me and gives me a fake smile. I force myself not to glare at him. I look up to see Travis Stalman a rich CEO standing there looking at me, but shockingly he is not looking at me like I am a piece of his favorite pie like most of the people my dad has me meet.
"This is my son Mattheo, Mattheo this is Mr. Stalman," my dad says looking back and forth between me and him. He tightens his grip on my shoulders making me hold back a wince. Then Stalman goes on to talk about boring business conversation. I look back trying to escape conversation when I see the guy from earlier John Kavanagh squinting his eyes at my dad's arm around my shoulder. There is a blonde woman next to him looking at him concerned. That must be his wife. She taps his arm and says something that makes him look back to her and respond. Whatever he says makes her look over at me. I look away before they catch me staring.
After a second, I look back to see them chatting and occasionally looking at me. What could they possibly be talking about? I try to ignore them, but I can't stop checking. I shake myself out of it and try to pay attention to whatever my dad and Stalman are talking about. They are talking about stupid business ideas that I do not want to know about. I long to be out of here and this suit.
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Two hours later and we are home. My dad goes straight to his office, and I go straight to my bathroom. I rush into the shower feeling relief when hot water hits my back. I look down watching the water flow down the drain wishing I could go with it. I let out a sigh let my head fall backward letting the water hit me directly on my face. I stay in the shower for about fifteen minutes, before changing into some boxers and my red plaid pajama pants.
After I am dresses, I lay down on my bed twisting myself on my bed to get more comfortable. Once I am in a comfortable position, I open my nightstand grabbing my bag of pills. I take two out and toss them in my mouth swallowing them dry. I close my eyes hoping for release soon.
Note: This is the last chapter before year two! Also, what do you think John is planning?
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