Trevor winced in pain from the tiny numerous throbs he got all over his body. His hand clatched his other elbow positioning it so he wouldn’t feel less pain from his dislocated hand.
His heartbeat against his ribcage as he made slow and painful limps to his house’s door. Throwing a few unsure glances behind his shoulder to look at Robert, the man who saved him. He didn’t know why, but for some reason, his hairs were erect all over his body, a sign he has always acknowledged as him being in danger. But right now, the danger was over, so why would he feel this way. The only person near him was Robert who walked behind him, with his poker face raised high like he was walking on a red carpet, not bothered with helping him move about. He just watched him struggle to move and limp as if it soothed his soul. But it couldn’t be Robert he was feeling the danger from. He is the one that saved him, so he couldn’t pull a knife and stab him in the back like he thought, right? Well, that left only one option, someone was sniping him. Na……naa….why would anyone want to assassinate me? He thought, shrugging the matter aside. But just in case, he scanned his body for a red dot before looking around the neighbourhood. His movie-like actions earning him a cold, “What are you doing?” from the CEO that saved him. Which made him almost trip on the first step to the door. “Nothing, nothing.” he said in a heist, stabilizing himself. Inwardly lamenting on his coldness. For Christ sake, who the hell lets an injured child struggle by himself. He bit down on his lips and closed his eyes tight in regret. Did he just say that out loud?!
“Christ has nothing to do with this?” came Robert’s monotone reply.
“Trevo…….” Monica, who had opened the door with an excited and cheery smile froze and frowned when he saw the sorry state her boy was in. “What happened to you!” she exclaimed, the smother mother way, as she quickly checked on his wounds.
“I-I’m fine mom.” Trevor winced trying to retract from the painful check up he was receiving.
“Look at you for Christ’s sake…..You’re not fine Trevor! You look like you wrestled a bison!” came he sudden reply with a raised worried tone.
“Christ ha……….” Robert paused, clearly trying to avoid his catch phrase, “Your son has started getting involved in fights.”
Upon hearing the male voice, Monica, shifted her attention to the figure that stood a meter away. She had completely ignored him to attend to Trevor! “You?!” she said with a dramatic pause. Her breaths became a bit hoarse, and her body tensed up for a moment when she caught sight of Robert’s playful smirk. But realizing that she was in front of Trevor, she immediately tried her best to hide the anxiety she had accidentally revealed. Her eyes darted around blankly before they fell on Trevor’s, a lone tear escaping one of her eyes. “What did you do to Trevor!” she puffed, switching her stare into a dagger cold stare that aimed at Robert.
“I have nothing to do with this……….” Before he could finish defending himself, Monica interjected, “Oh please, and you want me to believe that.” With a scoff and roll of her eyes.
“I don’t care what you think, you know, sooner or later you will have to pay.” Having made his point, he made Trevor release a pained groan by patting on his shoulder a little roughly as he walked past him and invited himself into their house.
What are they talking about?! They know each other?! Pay?! Did mom borrow a loan from Mr. Robert? Trevor asked himself mentally, his eyes glued on his mom’s pained and angered expression. Yeah, that explains it! He shrugged, then his mom helped him in to attend to his injuries.
“hmm………beautiful place you have here!” Robert spoke, making slow strides back and forth as he examined the room. Monica on the other hand, was losing every thread of self-control she had. It was only a matter of time before she picked up the safety pin she used to hold Trevor’s bandages and stick it through his nostrils. If not for Harvard making his entrance.
“Baby, look wha-…..” he halted when his eyes landed on Robert who stared at him with a faint mocking expression.
“Hello……. Harvard. Long-time no see.”
*
Trevor sighed, throwing his head back. It was starting to start to get real boring after a full week of staying at home. Doing nothing but playing video games. Turning his gaze to the side, he spotted his phone next to him on the bed, so he picked it up and stared at it blankly. A deep frown settling on his face when the realisation that Claire hadn’t contacted him since the incident. Wasn’t she worried about him? What if it was the other way round? This wasn’t like Claire. Maybe something had happened to her, and he was here focussing on the fact that she didn’t come see him!
Just as he reminisced on the humiliating beating he got that day, he had a knock on his door, that snapped him out of his daze. “Come in.” he said, placing down the game pad he was holding.
The door cringed slightly, and his mother’s head pocked in, a beautiful and vibrant smile on her face, “Good morning, honey, Uhmmm…..Your dad wants you in the study, I don’t know why, did you do anything wrong, maybe he found an ancient coin again.” She paused, before gaping dramatically, “Did you break one of his artifacts?!!” she burst into a peal of soft laughter seeing the grim expression on Trevor. “Just kidding! Anyway, hurry up. See why he need you.” she said playfully before leaving.
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Trevor released a breath he didn’t know he was holding the entire time. He wasn’t scared at first but now, he might as well be. Whether he was in trouble or not, he wouldn’t want to experience dad’s love for archaeology. If he found something new/ old that he wanted to show him, then it would be a long and boring period of lectures. He usually told him the origins of everything, without skipping a point, which was indeed very boring as hell. Though some of them were quite interesting. Like the folk tales and supernatural creature stories. But still, he wouldn’t want to walk into a boring academia with a hope of getting one of the interesting stories. He of all people knew this.
Well, there wasn’t anything better he could do now. He had finished the last level in the game he was playing, and his hands and fingers were already strained, which meant he wasn’t in peach perfect condition to play the other game.
With a sigh, he rose from his bed and headed straight to the study.
Having heard the “come in” call by his dad, he turned the knob and let himself in. His dad sat there, on his red office chair, staring at some old newspapers that littered his desk. Switching glances from one to another as if looking for the missing puzzle.
“Good morning dad.”
“Good morning, Trevor….” Harvard greeted still looking through the newspapers. “Take a seat.” He faced Trevor and smiled.
Trevor had an unsettling feeling in his stomach as he took his seat. This was extremely weird and caused a need to worry. His dad has never told him to take a seat, he always started his story blabber almost immediately. And yet so enthusiastic and excited like his mom. And the feeling only intensified when he wore a solemn and serious face.
“Son, you know, there’s something we need to tell you. I think it is about time you found out. We can’t keep this from you any longer.” Harvard started, leaning forward and placing his elbows on the desk with his fingers intertwined in a business manner.
Trevor’s who had been examining the papers on his dad’s desk secretly, looked at Harvard straight in the eyes. The unsettling feeling in his stomach increasing. Now he knew something must be up. And for some reason he had a feeling it had to do with Robert in one way.
"I just want you to know that even after knowing the truth, nothing changes between us okay, We still love you regardless.” Harvard started.
The way he said those words arousing a pained emotion from Trevor, “W-what are you talking about Dad.” Trevor said with a forced and pained smile. As he adjusted his position in the chair and sat upright. He knew for a fact, what he was about to hear wasn’t going to settle well. “Is everything okay?”
“No- I mean yes, it is.” He paused, “Son, We, are not your real parents.”
Trevor was shaken from the sudden revelation. His jaw hung open and tears had started forming his eyes. His heartbeat so loud that he could hear it thud in his eardrums. After a moment of uncomfortable silence, Trevor finally spoke, “You are…..you’re just kidding…..you are just joking right.” A pained tune to his voice and smile so saddening. He was finding it hard to believe right now. He felt like the world was crumbling beneath his feet.
"I wish I was kidding son…….” Harvard blinked his tears away, “Would you believe me if I said you are 1000 years old.”
“…”
*
“Wait…..you’re not taking my son anywhere!” Monica commanded, crossing her hands over her chest, “My son’s not yet ready.”
“Woman,” Robert said in a monotone, “That’s why I am here. I had warned you. Now, there’s nothing you can do. Its about time your SON started his job.” He held his hands behind his back and walked to where Trevor stood.
“No………no, Harvard, please tell him to stop.” Monica turned to Harvard who stood by the wall facing it. Clearly trying to deal with his own side of pain. He was the only one that could stop Robert now. She knew for a fact that when Robert said something, he would stick to that. No tear could move that emotionless man. Hence the immense hate she had for him. He had tried to take Trevor away from them numerous times but thankfully Harvard was able to retrieve him.
“Harvard please.” She begged, tears rolling down her eyes, while tugging on his shirt. But Harvard remained motionless. “Honey, why aren’t you saying anything.”
“There’s nothing I can do. The time has come. I wish I could do something.” he said in a low tone that almost came out as a whisper.
Muffled sounds phased in and out of Trevor’s ears and his thoughts drifted far away. The next thing he noticed when he woke from his daze was that he wasn’t in his dad’s office anymore.