Chapter 42 - Hardin
Hardin
If I was right, I had exchanged barely six or seven words with Dad ever since the incidence at the dinning room. Maybe once when I had answered 'yes' to all of the advice that he was feeding me with, and some forced 'good mornings' to him. The only reason I still stayed back at the mansion and had not moved to the cottage where I always found comfort was because Dad had intentionally added much more duties to me, which at the end of the day will not only be exhausting, but will be so late that I won't be able to leave the mansion anymore.
Whenever Camila had the opportunity to talk to me, she came up with the thing of how everything Dad was doing was solely for my care and growth, and how I was just misunderstanding him.
I never answered any of the things she said though, because none of it made any sense.
If Russo actually cared like Camila said, then instead of placing more jobs on me, the exact thing that he would have been doing will have been to find out why I acted up that way.
As I finally helped myself get up from the bed, I quickly washed up and dressed for school. It was only when I joined breakfast that I realized that Russo had gone on a trip to the neighboring pack. I could not help but breathe out in relief as it felt like freedom on me.
"Hardin dear, is everything okay with you?" Lisa asked as I made to stand up from the dinning, and heaving a breath of relief, I nodded with a smile. As much as she sometimes troubled me, she had been the one coming into my room and helping to put me to sleep on days I found it hard to, ever since my outburst at the dinning. And I really did appreciate her help.
From what I heard Jasmine and Camila discussing one other time that I did not intentionally eavesdrop, it was quite visible that I had withdrawn into myself, which was really fine with me. I had my own mess and issues to face, and I needed Russo to understand that.
"Is great that you are okay. I will pack up lunch for you, and Jasmine will go to school along with it."
"Okay," I simply said, and while I was about turning my face away, I noticed the fear that had crippled on Jasmine's face. She had probably been having a good time to herself, as I had been distant and not troubling her. And now if felt to her that her 'sweet mother' was throwing her right in front of me.
Well, I cared about so many other things at that moment, and Jasmine was the least of my care.
Walking inside school, I still had to face the constant glares of people which I thought I had liked at a point, but I really did not. There was always something about me flying in the ears of people, and as much as I cared less that it was always about troubling things, I wished that it could be better.
"Hey bro," Sandro said to me as soon as I got to my locker, worriedly and I had to pay clear attention to whatever he had to say, as Alex also had that expression.
"Did you not see the message?"
"Message? What message is that? Ohh! About the house party, I'm sorry I could not come for it," I mentioned, then shoved my bag into the locker. "With the way you glared at me, I felt there was a rumour about me murdering someone, because people be testing me so much these days," I chuckled and when I noticed that they did not reciprocate, I turned my face to them.
Sandro and Alex had this expression of worry on their faces, which made me to feel like I was a mentally derailed person, because how had I not still gotten what they were talking about?
"It's not that," Sandro pointed out immediately.
"Then what is it?" I probed, "what is the big news this time?"
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