[center][url=http://imgur.com/bjhXUTY][img]http://i.imgur.com/bjhXUTY.png[/img][/url] [url=http://imgur.com/ZJBP4e6][img]http://i.imgur.com/ZJBP4e6.gif[/img][/url] [b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Walking Home → Home → Somewhere Else [b][u]Interacting With:[/u][/b] The Wells Family, Olivia Johnson via Text [@Symphoni], [hr] [hr][/center] Despite how his day started, which was with his father telling him to come strait home and practically breaking his arm when he lightly defied him, Grant was walking down Pester Lane, which was just about a half of a mile or so away from his house, with such a euphoric smile on his face that it seemed everything horrible that happened today seemed to be nonexistent. It wasn’t anymore than an hour ago where he hugged and kissed his new girlfriend, and lifelong best friend, Olivia Johnson. They had stayed at Simonè’s for a while. The sun had already started to set when they said good bye. It wasn’t no more than an hour ago when he told her goodbye and he would see her at that party that everyone has been raving about. Grant got a text from a friend of his that told him he should totally check it out. Grant was reluctant, but when he told Olivia about it, she told him that they should go. He could never say no that girl. Well, perhaps that was a good thing. She does bring the best out of him, after all. So lost in his own thoughts about Olivia, Grant didn’t even realize how late it was getting. More to the point, it had just donned on him that he was running late — like a few hours past when his father told to be home — late. Fearing the worst, Grant ran the rest of the way home. It was a bit over a third of a mile, but he ran as fast as he could. Quickly and rapidly, his averagely-sized legs ran, left in front of right. In rapid succession, he passed several of Rieredge’s homes. He ran past the Wilsons, the Anders, and the Kings. About five enormous estate-sized houses down, there he saw his house, The Wells Estate. The entire family lived there, as Grant noted based on the amount of cars in their large driveway. Grant saw his grandparents’ Town Car, his father’s Red Audi RS-7, his mother’s Mercedes Benz Convertible, his oldest brother, Thomas’ Black and White Camero, and the cars of the twins, Adam and Ava, a green and blue 2005 Honda Accord. [color=884dff][b]As Grant was going to approach his house, he noticed something was off. [/b][/color]“Wait, where are the other cars?” Grant thought aloud. He had remembered his father had told him to be home right after school. Granted, he didn’t exactly do that, but the street lights had just came on, so Grant couldn’t have been [I]that[/I] late, could he? “I sure hope I’m not,” Grant feared the worst again. Swallowing his nerves, Grant approached the front door. As he was about to dig into his pocket to grab his house keys, it opened. When he looked up, he saw his grandfather, Jack Wells. Grant smiled lightly, but Jack simply looked at him as if something horrible had happened. “Grandfather, what’s wrong” Grant asked concerned. He looked at Grant. He noticed the boy‘s left arm. It was in a sling. He raised an eyebrow at it, but said nothing about it. [b][color=0054a6]“Grant, my boy.”[/color][/b] He said, gesturing Grant to follow him. The young Wells male did, worryingly looking at the back of Jack’s grey mien. As they trekked through the long foyer of the Well’s Estate, they took a left turn into the living room where most of the family meetings and social gatherings took place. When he came to the view of it, he saw everyone sitting around Wesley. His grandmother Ellen was sitting on one of the two couches that faced each other with a wooden table in front of each couch. There was a color scheme of tan and beige all around. The rug that covered the dark brown, hardwood floor was evenly placed between each couch. Two recliner chairs were placed beneath each other and that’s where Wesley, Grant’s Father, who seemed to be less-than thrilled with his youngest son at the moment, and his mother, Amy Wells, who seemed to try and hide whatever pain she was feeling. Everyone else was placed on the couches. Danielle and Thomas were on the couch to the left of Grant and the twins, along with Ellen, were on the opposite couch. Jack had walked to join his wife on the couch and Grant was frozen. He was getting a look by his father. It was that same look before Wesley would start to yell. Grant always knew that the yelling was followed by his father [I]punishing[/I] him. Even worse, he saw his father had a glass of whiskey in his father’s hand. [color=maroon][b]“How wonderful of you to join us, Grant.”[/b][/color] Wesley said coldly, sipping his whiskey. [color=884dff][b]“I’m sorry I am late, father.”[/b][/color] Grant apologetically said. [color=maroon][b]“It’s not I who you should apologize to. Isn’t that right, Thoamas?”[/b][/color] Wesley looked to his oldest son. [color=black][b]“Father, that’s not--”[/b][/color] [color=maroon][b]“Oh don’t be silly. This was your big night. You secured tenure at Seattle University Hospital. Your family is so proud of you, my son. We all were here for your triumphant success.”[/b][/color] Wesley took another sip of his drink, [color=maroon][b]“oh, well all of us except [I]you[/I], Grant.”[/b][/color] He put it down on the table next to his recliner. [color=black][b]“Father, please. I don’t need --”[/b][/color] [color=maroon][b]“Go on, Grant, apologize to your brother. Tell him how sorry you are for missing his big day.” [/b][/color]Wesley’s words seemed to be slurred slightly. Grant was fearful of his father in this state. The more he drank, the angrier he seemed to get. The more livid that his father would get, the worse the beatings would happen. Grant didn’t want that to happen. [color=884dff][b]“Thomas, I’m sorry that I missed your party. I hope you can forgive me.”[/b][/color] Thomas was gritting his teeth lightly, but he forced a laugh and a smile. [color=black][b]“Don’t sweat it, kiddo. You can make it up to me by coming to my next one.”[/b][/color] He joked partially. Thomas didn’t need that apology, but he faked being thankful for it just so he didn’t have to hear his father go on about how ungrateful he was being or how Grant was showing a lack of support for his family. [color=maroon][b]“All right, now that we have that out of the way, you all can retire for the night.” [/b][/color]Wesley announced. Everyone was about to leave. Amy took notice to his son’s state. [color=f49ac2][b]“Wesley, perhaps you should as well. You look lik--"[/b][/color] [color=maroon][b]“If I want your opinion, I’ll ask for it.”[/b][/color] Wesley retorted. Amy simply left Wesley in his chair with his whiskey. She was about to take Grant with her, [color=maroon][b]“he will stay!”[/b][/color] Wesley ordered. Amy looked back and nodded. Everyone else left, but Grant stayed. [color=884dff][b]“Why didn’t you let mother --”[/b][/color] [color=maroon][b]“Sit down.”[/b][/color] Wesley’s firm voice demanded. Grant took a seat on one of the couches, eyes nervously trailing to his father. Wesley hiccupped and stood up. [color=maroon][b]“You better have a good reason for missing Thomas’ party.” [/b][/color]He said, eyeing Grant carefully. [color=884dff][b]“There was a murder today at school.”[/b][/color] Grant told Wesley. [color=maroon][b]“Yeah, yeah, I saw the report on the news. Boo-hoo. That still doesn’t excuse you from not showing up.”[/b][/color] WEsley took another sip of his drink. Grant didn’t know what to say to that, but he saw the look Wesley had in his eyes. If Grant didn’t say something fast, Wesley would resort to physical violence to get what he wanted out of Grant. [color=884dff][b]“I was at Simonè’s Cafè with Olivia.”[/b][/color] The thought of Olivia brought a small smile to Grant’s face. Wesley noticed. Wesley cocked his head to the side, his body slightly staggering. He hiccupped. [color=maroon][b]“You mean to tell me that you missed your brother’s big night to hang out with some tramp!?”[/b][/color] Wesley angrily said. Grant’s smile was gone. It had been replaced with a slightly livid expression. His teeth were gritting, his right hand gripping his pants as tight as they could. It was taking all within Grant to not go after his father, but he knew he’d lose. It would be a no contest between them, especially with his broken arm. [color=884dff][b]“Father, you’re drunk.”[/b][/color] [color=maroon][b]“And you’re an ungrateful little shit!!”[/b][/color] His voice skyrocketed. [color=884dff][b]“I’m not..”[/b][/color] [color=maroon][b]“I provide for you. I give you a nice home, good clothes. I have money stashed away for you for whenever you go to college. I even had planned on giving you my Audi for your 18th birthday. And all I ask for in return — all I ask from [I]YOU[/I] — is a little respect and loyalty. But noooo, you can’t even do that much.”[/b][/color] Wesley had exploded, his feet moving close to Grant. His glass had fell to the ground as Welsey gripped Wesley’s broken arm, completely undoing the sling that Tess had worked so hard into doing for him. [b][color=884dff]“Father, please, you’re hurting me--”[/color][/b] [color=maroon][b]“Oh what’s wrong? Can’t handle a bit of pain? You fucking pussy! You’re just like your mother. One little squeeze too hard and you start crying. “[/b][/color] WEsley said, a proud smile on his face. Did Grant hear that right? His mother — his loving, caring mother — was abused by this man too? Grant only thought it was him and his siblings that got the abuse. This changed everything. Grant would have let it slide that his father would sometimes lash out on his kids. That seemed to be slightly understandable, but Grant, though he doesn’t show it most of the time, was quite protective of his mother. Maybe it was the momma’s boy thing he had to him, but if there was one thing he wouldn’t allow, that would be any abusing to his mother. [color=844dff][b]“You monster!”[/b][/color] Grant yelled to him, trying to force his father away from the grip of his arm. It didn’t work. [color=maroon][b]“What’s that? I couldn’t quite hear that over the sounds of a pussy for a son that I have.”[/b][/color] Wesley was drunk and his abusive tendencies always started to show in the worst ways. [color=844dff][b]“Let me go!!”[/b][/color] Grant yelled, but still nothing. His father’s grip kept hold. [color=maroon][b]“Listen here, you’ll learn the hard way what it means to show respect!”[/b][/color] Wesley tightened the grip. [color=maroon][b]“To do that, you’re going to drop out of Lincoln Memorial and you are not going to see anyone of those degenerates ever again!”[/b][/color] The grip tightened even more, [color=maroon][b]“oh, and that tramp Olivia Johnson? Yeah, you can say goodbye to her. Refuse to do so and she’ll find herself without working parents. Her mother’s job at the post office will be gone and that radio station job her father has will disappear.” [/b][/color]The grip got as tight as it possibly could. [color=maroon][b]“Are you hearing me? Stay away from that blonde slut or the life she knows will disappear! You’ll never se--”[/b][/color] [center][h3][color=844dff][b]“SHUT UP!!” [/b][/color][/h3][/center] Suddenly without even a moment’s notice, Wesley was sent flying to the wall on the opposite side of the room. The look of disbelief as he crashed into the wall was written on Wesley’s face, but it was nowhere near the livid expression that Grant had on his. There was never a time that Grant had been this angry. He approached his father, not even feeling the pain of his arm at the moment. Perhaps the anger was numbing that. He took a handful of his father’s black tie and raised Wesley up. [color=884dff][b]“No, I’m not going to do that. I’m going to stay here and I’m going to keep seeing Olivia. Because, unlike your pathetic self, [I]Wesley[/I], I have a reason to smile — and her name is Olivia.”[/b][/color] Grant got low to his father, his hands glowing with an eerie purple shine. [color=884dff][b]“If you [I]ever[/I] threaten to harm her in any way, you’ll regret it. I don’t care what will happen to me, but you [I]WILL[/I] pay."[/b][/color] Ever since he was twelve, Grant had held such a deep, poisoning fear of what his father might do to him. It was well-placed, too. The scars on Grant’s back proved that. The years that followed were always met with wary and cautious approaches to Wesley. Even more recent months were the same way. However, when Wesley threatened Olivia, Grant suddenly found a strength inside him that he didn’t know he had. Sure, having that strange power helped, but Grant wouldn’t have been able to use it to that extent without some kind of motivation to use it like that. Well, there’s not any better motivation than the love for someone who makes you smile. And if someone threatens that person, you have an obligation to stand up for that person. And that’s what Grant did. When he started to leave the living room, Grant saw his entire family standing there. They all had a small, confusing smile on their faces. They probably didn’t see what happened, but they heard a crash and looked at Grant. “Ava, Adam, Danielle — you up for a drive?” Grant held his father’s keys to the Audi. [color=bc8dbf][b]“What?”[/b][/color] Danie asked, almost speechless. [b][color=00a651]“What happened bro?”[/color][/b] Adam asked, looking at Wesley on the ground. [b][color=00aeef]“Yeah dude, spill!”[/color][/b] Ava echoed Adam’s question. Grant smiled at his siblings. [b][color=bc8dbf]“I’ll tell you on the way.”[/color][/b] [color=bc8dbf][b]“To where?” [/b][/color]Danie asked. [b][color=884dff]“First to pick up Olivia, then to a party.”[/color][/b] He said smiling. They all looked at Grant as he went towards the front door. He looked back at them. [color=884dff][b]“You’re coming, right?”[/b][/color] They all shook their head. [b][color=bc8dbf]“I’m driving, though.”[/color][/b] Dani said, following Grant. The twins soon followed and then they were all off to wherever Grant was wanting to take them. If there was one thing that was for sure, that would be that Grant seemed to be a better man now, whatever that meant.