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I storm into our large house ignoring the shouts from my parents behind me, and slam my school bag on the floor in a fit of rage. All I want to do is go and hit my punching bag for a bit, but apparently nothing is going my way today.
"Thomas! Come here right now!" I stop at the sound of my Dad's booming voice but I don't turn around. I'm really not in the mood for this. I stand debating whether or not to fight with him but before I can decide we're interrupted by my siblings.
They both come out of their rooms and stand at the top of the stairs, looking at our Dad then back at me, with wary looks.
"I'm assuming things didn't go well?" My 17 year old brother, Theodore, asks with a slight smirk. As much as I love my big brother, he can be a jerk sometimes.
I glare up at him. "You could say that," I snap, walking up the stairs and trying to push past them.
"Thomas!" My Dad shouts again in warning, and I can hear his voice is strained as he tries to calm himself down.
My 15 year old sister, Phoebe, grabs my arm as I try to move past her, keeping my gaze her light grey ones burrow into my ocean blue.
"Tommy, go and talk to him, I don't want him in a bad mood tonight - I have friends coming over." She pleads.
I sigh, giving in. I'm only doing it out of love for my sister. When I turn back around to retreat down the stairs, I come face to face with my glaring Father. He looks ready to kill me as he grips my upper arm tightly.
"You and I are going to have a little chat." He snarls, dragging me downstairs and into his office.
He forces me down on a chair and then leans against the desk opposite me, not taking his eyes off mine. We've been in this situation so many times before and each time I'm more fed up.
"Thomas, you understand that you getting suspended from school not only looks bad on you, but also on our family?" He asks calmly. He's trying to reign in his temper but I can see his mouth twitching.
"Oh sorry, I forgot you cared more about the family name than me," I respond bitterly, it was a stupid thing to say really. I could have apologised and he would have hugged me and told me not to do it again. But, apparently I never choose the easy route.
"You know that's not true. I love you, Thomas, but fuck do you make it hard sometimes! I just don't understand why you feel the need to break the rules and fight with people!" He shouts angrily.
"I wonder who I get that from…" I drawl with a smirk, and I can tell I've pushed it this time, he looks like he wants to hit me. Before now he has never laid a finger on me but hey there's a first time for everything.
I watch him breathe out heavily and close his eyes. He opens them and steps towards me. "I'm going to give you a chance to change your attitude and apologise, Thomas." He offers rather reasonably, looking down at me expectantly.
I say nothing and simply grin at him, earning myself a glare and furrowed brow.
"Go to your room right now. I don't want to see you till dinner. Phoebe's friends are round tonight so I want you on your best behaviour, do you understand me Thomas?"
"Loud and clear." I mumble before turning to walk away but his hand on my shoulder stops me.
"You will be spending the week you're suspended with me at work so I can keep an eye on you, and you're also grounded for two months," He states with a hint of a smirk on his face. I scoff angrily before pulling away and walking out of his office, colliding with my Mom.
She puts out her hands to steady us both and then narrows her eyes at me. "How did it go with your Dad?"
I raise an eyebrow at her in response. "How do you think?"
"Well I can't say you didn't deserve it, Thomas, you are running out of chances with your school, the only reason they're keeping you on is because your father keeps donating money to them." She lectures and I groan.
"Whatever," I mumble walking past her and into the kitchen where Gail is cooking dinner, and my brother is on his blackberry talking to someone.
"What are you making, Gail?" I ask her with a smile, leaning on the table next to my brother.
"Chicken curry tonight, Thomas" She informs me happily.
"Can I cut the vegetables?" I ask moving next to her and grabbing a knife. I always like to help Gail cook for us, I know it sometimes annoyed my Dad because he paid her for that reason but my Mom always told me it was a lovely thing to do.
"You know you don't need to sweetie," She reminds but I ignore her and continue to cut the garlic up. I watch my brother still on the phone and turn to Gail who was mixing the sauce.
"Do you know who he's on the phone to?" I ask her.
"I believe its Ms. Ava, they're confirming details about tomorrow." She replies, referring to my older cousin, Ava. We're going to a party at my grandparents tomorrow to celebrate their anniversary. It will be their friends, as well as my aunt, uncles and cousins.
Theo hangs up the phone and grins at me. "Phoebe's friends are coming round tonight,"
I place the garlic cloves into the pan before moving over to sit with my brother.
"I'm aware of that Theo, it just means I get to spend the entire night watching them fawn over you and Dad, which I think is disgusting by the way because you're ugly and Dad is old." I tease, my brother is a good looking boy, he took after my Dad, like I did. As for Christian Grey, he might have been in his early forties but apparently girls still thought he was attractive.
"What was that young man?" We turn around to see our Dad glaring at us with an amused smirk.
"Nothing old man." I reply bitterly, I was still annoyed at him and I wasn't going to joke about.
"Watch your mouth, Thomas." He warns me with a finger in my direction. I roll my eyes at him and he steps closer so we were only a few inches apart. He towered over me. Unlike Theo who is growing at a steady rate and stood firm at 5'11. I was yet to hit any kind of growth spirt so lacked at about 5'2, shorter than my sister.
"Don't roll your eyes at me either, I don't want to have to ground you for another month." He warns and then looks at my brother "You two are coming shopping with me tomorrow for new suits,"
Theo sighs exasperatedly. "Why? We already have suits. I don't see why we have to make such a big deal about their anniversary."
"They're your grandparents, Theodore, and they have only ever tried their hardest for you so at least have the manners to celebrate with them and not be a little brat about it." My father snaps, surprising both my brother and I.
"Jeez sorry," He replies with a huff.
"Lose your attitude or you're going to be finding yourself grounded along with your nuisance of a brother."
I laugh at this earning a glare off my father before he storms out. My brother turns to me with the same look.
"Way to go Tommy, you put Dad in a bad mood." Theo shoves me in the arm and follows after my father.
I hear squeals approaching and know my sister's friends are here. I've known them my whole life and have always had a crush on them. But I'm three years younger than them so they've only ever thought of me as cute.
"Hey Tommy," Phoebe and her friends greet me as they walk in.
"Hi Ashleigh, Hi Isla," I smile at them. They were beautiful girls, truly but they only had eyes for my brother.
"Where's Theo?" Ashleigh asks me.
"I don't know, but he's in a bad mood." I answer and turn to my sister "So is Dad."
My sister huffs in annoyance. "Tommy! I told you make sure he wasn't,"
I raise my hands in mock surrender. "It's not always my fault you know." I spit pushing past them all. I walk up to my room only to be called down for dinner a minute later/
I go to take my usual place at the table next to my Mom, only to find Isla sitting there.
"Isla you're sitting in my seat." I narrow my eyes at her, she knows I sit there and always have. She only sat there so she could be opposite Theo.
"Don't be a baby Tommy, just sit down there." Phoebe replies in annoyance, pointing at the spare seat opposite my father - not the seat I wanted tonight.
"Bu that's my seat, everyone else gets their proper seat." I reply through gritted teeth. I feel my Mom's hand on my shoulder and look up at her expectantly.
"Just sit in the spare seat sweetheart, everyone's too tired for games tonight." She soothes and I know she's referring to my Dad.
"But Mom," I groan.
"Thomas sit down there right now or don't sit at all." My father's tone suggests he was not in a mood to be pushed but I'd already pissed him off today so a little more wouldn't hurt.
"Fine." I answer shortly, turning around to go back upstairs until I feel the grip on my wrist. I turn to look at him with a glare.
"Do not push me Thomas, you're really testing my patience today." He hisses. I notice Phoebe with her head in her hands and my Mom's stern look, we are embarrassing them both.
For their sake, I pull my arm away and take the seat opposite my Father and next to Ashleigh.
We all eat our food quietly, my Dad glares at me occasionally with a silent warning not to cause any trouble. But sometimes I just can't resist.
"So, Isla, how's your brother?" I ask with a mischievous smirk. Isla's brother, Joshua, is in my grade. Last week, I hit him in the face afterschool, it was completely justified in my opinion. I mean he was talking about how hot my sister was. For once in my life my Father agreed with me but still confiscated my I-Pad for fighting.
"Thomas," My mom warns.
Isla narrows her eyes at me. "He's fine, no thanks to you. Anyway, I heard you were suspended today for fighting with that Harrison boy, so I'm sure he'll be pleased"
"Let's not talk about this." Phoebe mumbles pleading with us both to drop it. She like me could see my Dad becoming angrier by the second.
"Oh no I want to. Yes Isla, you are correct I was suspended, I also now have a pretty bad bruise on my ribs but of course nobody cares about that, only that I made the family look bad." I spit on a smirk, catching My Dad's narrowed eye across the table.
"Thomas Joseph Grey, I am not going to warn you again to drop the attitude and be quiet. I've just about had it with you today. Why do you constantly feel the need to be a little shit?" He snarls across the table.
"Christian," My Mom scolds him quietly, she hates when he swears in front of us, but she despises him swearing in front of our guests.
"Would you feel better if I just didn't say anything for the rest of my life?" I hiss with a glare over at him.
"Thomas…" He begins, angrily breathing out, he grips the edge of the table trying to calm himself down.
"So, girls what are you planning on doing tonight?" My mother asks them trying to distract my father, it worked because he turned his attention to my sister.
"Well actually that's what I wanted to ask…there's this gathering at our friends house tonight, and we really want to go, we'll take security with us and be home by 11, please can we go?" My sister practically begs. Theo and I share a look across the table, there is no way she'd be allowed.
"No." My Dad answers shortly.
"Please Dad? I promise we'll be safe," She pleads and my father runs his hand through his hair with a sigh. He looks over at my mother who nods.
"Fine you can go but you will take security, and you will be back by 10." He orders with a glare.
"Thank you, Dad." She smiles up at him and he smirks slightly.
"Would I be able to come with you guys?" I ask them. As a 12 year old boy, I haven't been to a party before that wasn't hosted by my family.
"No you must certainty can't. You can finish up all of your dinner and then go and do your homework." My Dad snarls. Oh well it was worth a shot.