(Greyson Dubois)
There was life before Chase's incident and life after his incident.
This was one of it. Silently eating dinner with the rest of the family. Miserable as fuck.
The incident took his ability to walk and fuck but for the rest of us, It took ... everything too.
Things like words. And affection. And...hope.
Sometimes, I wish he hadn't survived the mutilated. I know he wishes he hadn't survived it too. Which is a pretty fucked up thing to wish about your own twin brother.
There. I said it. I am a fucked up person.
"The meat is good. Tender." Mother said trying to clear the air.
"It's beef, Mulan. Not a fucking unicorn" Father said.
I threw a glance at him. Sometimes, I wish I could wrap my hands around his neck and squeezed until he notices that words like that hurts my mother.
Force him to see the hurt he casually dispense without knowing.
It wasn't her fault. He shouldn't take it out on her.
My glance darted towards Chase. Maybe he would say something. Maybe he would stop him but as usual, he sat there quietly, with that damned look in his eyes looking as haunted as fuck. He just stared at his plate like it held the secrets of his sorry life.
He didn't say a word.
So, like I said earlier, Chase's incident changed a lot of things including my family's ability to have simple dinner conversations...it changed more too.
Stupid incident ruined our life.
"Meat's good, Mama. Really good" I murmured and reached out to squeeze her hand.
"Thanks, Grey-Grey" She whispered and smiled a little.
My speaking must have set Father off because he grabbed his plate and flew it across the table and it shattered against my chest.
Gravy and meat stew rained down my shirt.
"Kale, Stop it!" Mother yelled from where sat, looking at me with pity. "You promised me you would let it go!"
I didn't flinch. I looked down at the mess on my chest, then back at my plate. I picked up my fork and took another bite. Mother reached over, her hand trembling as she brushed a piece of potato from my lap.
"I think you should go, Grey-Grey" She told me and nudged me towards the door.
I refused to move. "No" I whispered, shaking my head and looking up to hold my father's angry gaze. "Father looks like he has something to say. I say let him say it"
That made him snap.
He exploded from his chair. "I move heaven and earth!" he roared, the sound shaking even the crystals in the chandelier. "I secure a marriage that will shut every traitor's mouth, that will put a dragon at your brother's back and save his birthright! His crown And you! You stick your fingers in the princess in a fucking storeroom with her mother in the next room!"
He picked up his wine cup and smashed it on the floor. Red splattered like blood all over. Red he surely wished was my blood
"Give me one reason I shouldn't pour my venom down your throat for this treason, Greyson!"
Because you need my cock to continue your precious line, I thought.
I didn't say them out loud. Asshole or not, father or not, Only a dead man talks back to an Alpha like that.
"What is wrong with you?" he seethed, his voice dropping to a deadly whisper.
Being used as a breeding mare. Tops the list, father dearest. I thought.
"Just once. Just once, could you not be a walking disappointment?"
Something in me broke. Maybe it was the word disappointment. Maybe it was a lifetime of him implying it. He had never said it out loud until now.
"Doesn't it feel good?" I yelled, shoving back my own chair. "To finally say it out loud? 'Oh, here lies Alpha Kale's useless son!' Doesn't that just feel fucking fantastic, Father?"
He moved like lightning. One second he was across the table, the next he was lunging for me. But Mother was faster. She got between us and shoved him so hard, he staggered before stopping.
"That's enough!" she commanded, her hands on Father's chest.
He was a mountain of rage, but for her, he stilled. Mulan Dubois had that effect on almost everyone in her life.
She talked to him in low voice, her hand on his cheek. She even rose on her toes and kissed him, this pleading press of her lips to his jaw.
I looked away. It was distasteful. Chase of course sat in his chair picking at his food and not saying a damn word.
Father pried her hands away gently, but his eyes were still on me, black with hate.
"I am stuck, Mulan" he murmured. "My bloodline is at risk because I'm stuck with an invalid and a moron. I should have drowned them at birth and remain childles..."
The words hung in the air, more shocking than any broken plate.
Mother moved. The slap against his cheek was strong. Father's head snapped to the side.
He didn't look angry anymore. He looked stunned. Hollowed out.
And in that void where his rage had been, mine rushed in to fill it. I flew at him.
He didn't even use his Alpha command. He just slapped me aside like I was a buzzing fly.
I hit the floor, my vision blurred, the taste of blood filled in my mouth.
Mother was at my side instantly, her cool hands on my face. "Greyson!"
Father took a step closer, alarmed. Anger slowing sipping out of his form.
"Is he alright?" He asked and took a step closer.
"Get out!" Mother told him through her tight jaw.
"I didn't mean to hit him so hard" He tried to come closer, mother stood up and pointed at the door.
"Get out, Kale!"
Father headed for the door but before he slipped out, he said "Send him home," Father's voice cut through her fussing. "Go with him. Make sure he doesn't burn anymore fucking bridge on his way home."
The door slammed shut, leaving everything else behind.
I pushed myself up, wiping blood from my lip. My eyes found Chase, sitting like a ghost in the corner by the hearth, watching it all with those empty, tired eyes.
A wave of hatred washed over me. "I wish you would just die. So I could have my fucking life back." I screamed at him.
"Don't make me hit you too" Mother warned.
I stormed out of that suffocating room, down the hall, up the stairs—my feet carrying me on a path I knew too well. To her door.
I knocked. Hard.
It swung open, and there she was. Tilly Ann Winchester, her hair a mess, her eyes spitting fire.
"You have got to be kidding me," she hissed, and moved to slam the door in my face.