CHAPTER 2
Khy approached the study door with a mixture of apprehension and defiance.
The polished oak seemed colder to the touch as he raised his hand to knock, the sound reverberating faintly through the silent hallway.
After a moment’s hesitation, he rapped on the door, each knock sounding louder than he intended in the hushed atmosphere.
His father’s voice called from within, its timbre cutting through the tension.
Pushing open the heavy door, Khy found his father seated behind a large mahogany desk, the room enveloped in the soft, warm glow of an antique lamp that cast deep shadows across the plush carpet.
The sight of his father, immaculately dressed in a tailored suit, sent a shiver down Khy’s spine. He closed the door behind him with deliberate care, standing just inside the threshold, his gaze locked on the stern figure before him.
Khy
“I don’t have time for your usual lectures, so let’s get to the point.”
Khy stated bluntly, his tone edged with defiance as he moved further into the room, settling onto the couch with calculated nonchalance.
He propped his foot on the center table, an act of rebellion against the formality his father cherished.
Vladimir
“I won’t begin until you show me some respect.”
His father replied sternly, his gaze fixed on Khy over the rim of his glasses, adjusting them with deliberate precision.
Khy
“Respect? What a joke. Did you show any respect when you abandoned my mother?”
Khy shot back, a smirk playing on his lips despite the turmoil swirling within him.
Vladimir
“Enough of dredging up the past.”
His father snapped, irritation flickering across his features like a storm cloud passing over the moon.
Khy
“Is it wrong for me to remind you?”
Khy persisted, his voice laced with bitterness.
Vladimir
“That’s not what we’re here to discuss.”
His father interrupted sharply, his tone brooking no further argument as he regained his composure with practiced ease.
Vladimir
“I spoke with the principal today. Most students are adamant about having you expelled due to your behavior.”
His father continued, his disappointment palpable in the slight tremor of his voice.
Vladimir
“Do you even realize the chaos you caused? Numerous students were injured and are struggling with emotional distress because of your actions. Their parents are demanding compensation for medical expenses.”
He added, the weight of his words heavy in the air.
Vladimir
“Despite my contributions to the school, it doesn’t change the fact that my own son is seen as a troublemaker.”
His father lamented, his gaze momentarily dropping to the polished surface of his desk.
Vladimir
“I managed to persuade the principal to let you stay, but the faculty has already decided on your expulsion.”
His father stated matter-of-factly, his voice tinged with finality.
Vladimir
“You will be transferring to another school.”
Khy
“What? What do you mean?”
Khy exclaimed, his eyes widening in disbelief as the reality of his father’s decision sank in like an anchor dropping into the depths of his soul.
Vladimir
“You heard me. You’ll be attending Solterniv Academy. It’s one of the schools I’ve invested in.”
His father declared firmly, his jaw set in unwavering resolve.
Vladimir
“You start tomorrow. Prepare yourself.”
Vladimir
“And don’t think about causing any more trouble.”
His father warned sternly, his gaze boring into Khy’s with unwavering intensity.
Khy slumped back in his seat, the leather cool against his skin as he struggled to contain the whirlwind of emotions raging within him.
Another new school, another fresh start—his frustration and resentment simmered beneath the surface, threatening to spill over, but he knew arguing further would be futile.
With a heavy heart and a storm of conflicting thoughts, he rose silently from the couch and turned towards the door, the weight of his father’s decision settling upon him like an unwelcome burden that threatened to crush his spirit.
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Akako
I'm not gonna lie, I binged-read the entire story in one sitting. Now I need the next chapter like air to breathe!
2024-06-26
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