Steven slammed his fist on the desk, he yelled out.
How come when he did everything he could have anything and never ever got the proud parent. Arthur just looked away.
"You can't act like this."
"It's your fault Steven."
Why did this always have to be his faults discussed? Doesn't he understand that he has faults too; Arthur was just as at fault. But no; Arthur didn't discuss his faults even though he said he had some. It was always circled around Steven's flaws.
Why did Alfred get all the attention, why did everyone look at Matthew as the polite one? Every colony had something they were known for, but Steven?
Weird Animals, odd seasons, barren desserts and poisonous snakes that are what Steven was known for.
He howled again, rage ripped through him as he thrashed around, he had had enough.
Why couldn't England notice him for him, why couldn't he do better? Why didn't Arthur realize that it was his fault and they should be dealt with too?
"You bastard!" he whipped around and glared at the family portrait.
He grabbed it and smashed it upon the floor.
"You're wrong!"
He screamed, tears welding up and he glared through hazy eyes at the floor. The glass shards were everywhere
"You will come crawling back to me, you will."
He turned his back on the picture.
"I know you will."