Girls Are Helpless!

Xavier~

After the fight, I got a call from my father. The news travels pretty fast when it is related to me. He told me that I should come back home until he resolves matters with Alex's dad as it can involve cops. That sick bastard will not refrain from using his own son for the sake of his satisfaction. 

I did as I was told not because I was afraid but right then I didn't want to give my father new reasons to win arguments from me.

I drove back home with Dylan clinging to my side because that traitor Raven went behind Alex and that little girl, taking their car so he was left without a ride. Instead of going home he was sprawled on my bed, munching on some kind of crisps, making wierd noises.

"I never thought a day would come when my other half, my twin, my own blood would betray us like this." He sighed dramatically.

I rolled my eyes at him. And about Raven, no one could save him. He can enjoy all he can until he comes back. He changed sides so easily. Now that girl was more important than me? 

I was taking shower when I heard a knock on the washroom door.

"What?" I yelled annoyed.

"Hurry up Xavier, Aunt Emma is calling you. I am going to have some more snacks." Dylan yelled back.

"Fuck off," I told him going back to washing my hairs but I guess he was gone already as I didn't get a 'you too' back, as usual.

I took my time showering, the warmth of water relaxing my muscles. I changed into my dark outfit consisting of black jeans and a black hoodie that covers half of my face. I would be needing it tonight.

I was not in the mood of talking to mom because I was getting sick of her usual rants consisting of apologies and explanations. Nothing can justify her actions, nothing can bring back my childhood.

Nothing can make me a human again!

She was right, I am a monster.

But why did it hurt listening that coming out of her mouth? 

I texted my assistant to arrange a fight for me tonight. Their regular fighters cannot stand more than a minute against me thus I need to inform them beforehand so that they arrange someone who is able to resist my wrath. I needed to release all that frustration and anger and nothing could help me more than a fight.

My father owns this underground fighting club. He won it from its previous owner. They used to be friends from the time my father joined their gang, when he was in college. But soon he became more powerful than anyone else because he was the strongest one of them and eventually ended up becoming their leader. This man however started growing jealous of him. He decided to fight my father over the position of leader because that is the rule of this world, the strongest one survives. It was a 'kill or get killed' fight which my father won and in return he won this club and all of his money.

Though I never met my grandparents but according to Dad, grandfather was a businessman. He founded Millers enterprise which my father runs now and soon I will. Apparently, my grandfather didn't want my father to walk on his footsteps and get involved in illegal activities after he lost his one child to some fight. His sudden death changed everything and my father inherited everything he owned because he was their only heir left.

He didn't stop there and grew even more stronger with time. He spreaded the business in other states and also managed his gang along with it. Now my father, Kingston Millers is the owner of the biggest business empire and strongest mafia in this country. He made me just like him, strong, tough, and ruthless.

I exited my room going towards the kitchen. I took a can of energy drink from the fridge and dragged Dylan outside with me who was sitting there eating something.

"Where are you taking me? Do I have to slaughtered because of my brother's deeds? Atleast let me finish the food." He faked an scared expression still chewing on something.

"I am going to the club and you are going home." I shoved him towards the car. I can't risk him being with my mother alone, spilling everything to her. You can't trust these twins with your food and secrets.

"Wait, why are you going to the club?" he turned towards me his face leaving all the humor.

"Isn't it obvious?" I replied him, sitting in the car and starting it.

"I am coming with you." he said, sitting beside me, fastening his seat belt.

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"Drop it Dylan, you are not coming with me and that's it." I said, annoyed with his stubbornness.

"Fineeeee, but please don't get into that type of fight. Promise me you won't." he insisted, his face giving off a worried expression. He was referring to the 'kill or get killed' fights.

There are two types of fights our club manager arranges. The usual one is held over money bets. Mostly needy or amateur boys and men participate in these kind of fights.

And then there are these fights which are held over bigger matters, properties or hefty sums of money. These type of fights are rare. We don't particularly arrange these type of fights but just provide opportunity and space for which we get our commission from the winning party.

I was fifteen when I first time participated in such a fight, but not willingly. I was told that it will be a regular fight, just part of my training but when my opponent appeared, he had brass knuckles on his hands. I looked at my father for help who was sitting there watching the fight and right then he told me that if I wanted to survive I have to kill him otherwise he will kill me.

I did not want to but I was afraid. I was given knuckles and pocket knife in the ring. The fight began and after a hide and seek of life and death, I emerged as the Victor of the fight but I was severely injured. My opponent didn't survive. It was the first time I killed someone and my father was proud of me.

Yes he was!

The little humanity remaining in me left that day sulking away forever.

He told me afterwards that he did this to prepare me for the worst, to teach me the art of facing death and defeating it.

"Don't worry I will not." I assured him but he didn't look satisfied.

I dropped him at his home. I saw Raven pulling into the driveway. Thinking to deal with him later, I sped off towards my destination.

After driving for about two hours I reached the club built outside town, near abandoned woods area. I parked my car inside the parking and pulled over my hoodie, covering my face. I didn't want any unnecessary attention or danger.

I fought three men one after another, knocking all of them unconscious on the floor. I was not satisfied and asked for another fight but my knuckles were bleeding heavily so my assistant stopped me getting in between the fight. He reached there after me with some guardsmen because according to my father it is not safe for me to roam outside town without protection.

He still thinks I am that scared fifteen years old. 

The night was almost over after the club doctor bandaged my bleeding hands so I drove back home to get some sleep. I didn't want to go to school. I took the shortcut which I use everyday for going to school to reach home soon. It passes from between the houses near school.

The darkness of night was almost fading away revealing the bright colours of rising sun. I was passing by the houses when I saw her. She was standing outside a small house with a backpack hanging on her shoulder, smiling to herself. The speed of my car slowed down without me knowing it. She was lost in her deep thoughts and I was lost in her when she smiled again and waved at me. Shocked, I looked outside to see if anyone else was standing there but there was none.

She waved at me?

I smiled and was about to wave back at her without thinking that why in the world would she wave at me. It took me a couple of seconds to realize that she was not looking at me. She was looking at something ahead of me, a plant. I pressed my foot on the accelerater speeding past her. Why would she ever wave at me but more importantly why was I going to wave back. I am definitely going insane.

But did she just wave at a plant?

Girls are hopeless!