Kaye:
I rushed into my room, slamming the door hard and then opening it to slam it shut again. I wanted to break every inch of the mansion and set it on fire.
The anger inside was unimaginable. I wanted to hurt soone so badly.
"I have told you to stop going after her. She is not the one. She was playing you," Ye yelled in , getting anxious as I threw my stuff around—the stuff that was once so dear to that I had gotten Helanie kicked out of the mansion when she accidentally broke it.
This stuff was once made for by my mother. But why was it that I no longer cared about it?
"That is because we didn’t wait and chose that Kesha," I yelled back at Ye, getting angrier that he was still talking about Helanie like she was the one in the wrong.
"Just admit it. She is asking for rejection so that she can ask soone else to accept her. And it is different for us. We told her we are pretending to choose Kesha, not accepting her. We gave Helanie a chance, and she said she wanted to wait, so we had every right to move ahead and get ourselves a deal that suits us best. But she—she played you. Now that she found soone else, she wants to ditch you," he was going on and on even when he knew I was losing it.
"No! She will never do that to . I will fucking kill whoever she chooses over . She is my mate—" I scread in my head, pointing a finger at myself.
"My own parents used to be so biased. They would pick others over and look at like I was the reason behind all their troubles. And now my mate—my mate is choosing soone else over ," sowhere, Ye’s words had gotten to . I was beginning to have this feeling that maybe he was right. Helanie must have fallen for soone else. Why?
Why couldn’t she wait for ?
And who is it that she wants to date so badly that she doesn’t want to wait anymore, while with , she kept asking for ti?
I grasped my hair in my fist and started to pull it. Storming into the bathroom, I stared at my reflection in the mirror, and all I could do was let out a laugh at myself.
"You are so pathetic," I said to myself, shaking my head in disapproval.
"You couldn’t even get your mate, and you talk about achieving anything," I hissed at my pathetic, lonely image.
Defeated image.
"You have done nothing but try to prove your worth. You wanted everyone to know you are worth saving—that you were worth all the trouble. But the truth is—Mom was always right. All this trouble for what? For a son like you. You don’t even deserve to stand in the sa line as your brothers," my eyes kept watching my face, and all I could think of was my childhood.
When I would stand in the corner with the nanny by my side and watch my mother playing with Maximus. She loved him so much.
She never loved the sa. She would ignore while I stood there and sobbed, asking her to play with .
I didn’t ask her to do anything for —she went above and beyond and then started to hate .
In the mirror, I could see that little boy staring back at . He had the sa kind of tears of defeat in his eyes.
He never got his confidence, never got love and appreciation, and today, he lost his mate too.
"People use you because you are so easy to bend and ss around with," I pointed my finger at the mirror and touched it.
"You! You need to change. This pathetic version of you who wants love and acceptance should die now," I tapped my finger on the mirror before my eyes landed on the shaver.
With my body hunched down and my hand on the sink, I grabbed the shaver with my other hand.
"I will beco what everyone’s worst side looks like. I will beco what they have dreaded to beco," I hissed, running the shaver over my head. I watched my hair fall into the sink, and so did all my dreams, innocent wishes from my childhood.
"Good people don’t get to be happy," my mother’s words rang in my head. "You need to watch the people around you. Observe them. The more toxic they are, the more loved they are. People try to please them hard since it is not easy to please them. You look at Emt—I want him to pay attention to because otherwise, he wouldn’t. You, on the other hand, you are just there. Whenever I turn my head, I see you standing there, looking at . With those demanding and wishful eyes, you make sick to my stomach. Why won’t you disappear, Kaye, so that I can redo it all again?"
Those words of hers had been engraved in my mory forever. But tonight, I truly understood what she ant.
I was just there for Helanie. She took for granted.
I was never enough for her.
Once I had shaved my head, I punched the mirror and shattered it into pieces. The broken reflection of mine stared back at , and I found my eyes changing color.
That’s when I heard my brothers arrive in the room.
It was Emt and Norman.
The beloved ones.
Norman, who cares nothing about outsiders but sohow, everyone respects him and always ntions him before everyone else. Then there is Emt, who doesn’t even give two shits about his own brothers, but sohow, Maximus and I want his attention so badly.
And then there is Maximus, my best friend. But I must say, he plays people all the ti. He does them wrong, yet he is loved and always looked after.
Sadly, even Kesha is soone whose first choice was Maximus. I rember being so jealous back then, but now I don’t want her.
I wanted Helanie, and she chose soone else too.
The next thing I knew, my brothers were holding down and injecting wolfsbane into my body while I smiled and teared up at how foolish I had been all this ti.
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