Every Family Has Its Monstrous Problems

Chapter 1 Family Issues

Deuce POV

"Deuce would you get up or you are going to be late for your last day before spring break." I could hear my mother's shrill voice shaking me from my dream. I'm sure that she has an irritated frown on her face as she yelled from the bottom of the steps.

Most parent would just let their kid sleep it's not like we are going to be learning anything new. Plus its way to early in the morning for her to be yelling. Wait what time is it? I felt my head loll to the side as my eyes adjust to the blinding spring sun.

But as my eyes finally zero in on the clock I was looking at a paperweight. The one sleek black electric clock is no something out of an old Flintstone cartoon. Nice going, you idiot. I slammed my head back and looked at the ceiling which had already been turned to stone 3 times over again.

Why did I have to go to school anyway? I groaned out in irritation as the thought of Cleo yelling at me for leaving her alone in school drifted into my mind. I could hear the whiny voice as my hand darted absently minded to my nightstand. In search of my red ray bans, the silence was nice but as I finally slipe my glasses on.

I hear my mother yelling again and this time I just wanted to get up and yell at her to shut the hell up. I'm so not in the mood to be getting yelled at, I mean what teenager is at 8 something in the morning.

"DEUCE did you hear me! Get your lazy ass out of the bed!" I growled under my breath "Yeah mom! Now would you shut it!" I yelled right back to her my patience running thin as my voice cracked. My throat is drier than the Sahara desert and this is just the start of the longest day of my life.

As I was rolling out of the bed I walked or to my closet and decided that today I was going to switch it up. I grabbed a pair of black shorts and a blue v-neck short. As I was pulling it over my head, I heard an extra set of hisses that I wasn't used to hearing in my room. Which could have only meant one mother was here. I sighed heavily feeling my chest starting to cave in for a moment. I didn't want to deal with her yelling.

"Hey mom what do you want, I told you I was up." As I pulled my head through the shirt I looked to see my mother's blond snakes hissing and glaring at me as she sized me up. What I could pretend to be pleasant but what would the point be.

I'm tired and I just want to get this day over with. But by the look in her eyes I could tell that is trying to figure out what to turn into stone first, maybe my phone or my skateboard?

But from the look on her face, I knew what she wanted and the answer was going to be no, no matter how much she begged me to matter how much she guilted me, no matter how much she ranted and raved.

The answer would still be the same. So with that single thought in my mind, I didn't my best to ignore her hoping that my silence would be my subtle way of saying that I refused to say yes.

I walk over to my bed and looked at the neon green sheets. I have been told are killer on the eyes but I don't mind them. I sat on the unkempt bed and started to slide my leather vans high tops on as my mother clean her throat, While her arms were folded firmly over her chest. Like if she got in her power stance that would suddenly change my mind."Nope"

I looked up from tying my shoes to see that my mother had a stone-cold mask on her face. Which is not new, she is the reason that I am so stubborn so I'm not shocked that saying no for what had to be the 40 times didn't deter her.

"I don't understand why I have to go, I see him a few times in the summer, there is no need for me to see him over spring break too." I let out this aggravated sigh even though what I knew sounded logical.

My words were falling on deaf ears, instead, she raised her eyebrows in a silent question. As if to say is that suppose to change my mind? This moment could be so infuriating and I was in no mood for her shit today. No matter what my answer would and will be the same.

"I'm so done, tell me your thoughts or leave me alone." After a moment or two of slow shallow breath and aggravated silence. I stood up no longer being able to take this silent treatment. I turned my back to my mother and made my bed but the whole time she didn't say a word. Just Jared holes into my back.

"Well spit it out or get out of my room, I'm not playing this game with you." I just kept making my bed not turning back once. I knew that if I did I would just see a face of a woman that wanted to strangle I decided not to turn around I looked at Perseus his orange mohawk and deep gray fur stood out against my neon green sheets. I pet his head feeling the warmth of his fur underneath my fingers. It made me think of my old pet.

I missed my dragon I really wish I didn't get so careless with my glasses, I wish there was some way of learning control. I wonder how he would react to seeing Peruses he would probably try to eat him.

I smiled down at Perseus before grabbing my back before gripping my skateboard tightly just staring at the skull painted on the bottom for a moment. But that glare was killing me I wish she would just spit it out tell me why I should go so that I could shut her down and be done with this conservation.

But she didn't say anything she just content to sigh and frown and it was starting to get to me. So I ran down the stairs not taking a second look at her, I wasn't going to be late to school because of her.

As I ran into the kitchen, the best smell of french roast filled my nose as the black star liquid seemed to shin in the pot. There is nothing like a fresh cup of coffee to wake up the sense.

As I made my way over to the counter the smell of the coffee alone is enough to wake up my sense. As I poured my coffee into a silver thermos. I quickly moved to the large sleek double door gray fringe. Gripping the milk without really having to look. I knew the fridges layout like the back of my hand.

While I was pouring my milk and sugar into the coffee I look at the white ivory countertops. They remind me of the temples back in Greece which is probably why mom bought them.I couldn't help but smile, it would be great to head back home for break just not with my father hovering behind me.

I shook my head trying not to think about it as I sipped my coffee, it was a middle between both bitter and sweet. I let the setting of the hot coffee warm my throat as I started to hear the shifting of feet.

I knew that it was my mother and I would say that she had come to yell at me but she didn't seem to be doing much talking. I heard the hissing of her snakes before she made it in the room, I knew behind her shades were aggravate and pissed off beyond belief blue eyes. "Look either you say something or I am heading to school..."

Before I could say anything else she finally lost her temper like I was the one that was being the rude and impatient and not her. "How dare you, yell at me like that, I am your mother, you get that I'm the adult and you are the child. If I say that you are going to spend the next two weeks with your father and the rest of your family in Greece.

Then that is what you are going to do. So, you can suck it up and start packing when you get back from school because you are going to be on the first plane ride to Greece. Now head to school."

I snarled under my breath as my green snakes snapped at my mother's pale blond vipers, this dangerous electric shock ran through the both of us. She was being a σκύλα and this was totally not fair. Her voice was so final and stern that even if I wanted to argue with her it would get me nowhere. So, I ran out of the house and hoped for my bored skating my way to school.

I couldn't even enjoy the morning air that usually cleared out my head or the way that the sun was beating down on me telling me that soon I would have been sitting poolside with Cleo but now it seems like I was going to be stuck in Greece with my father which is so not fun.

I let out this growl this was going to suck harder than anything I ever had to deal with and this was going to ruin the rest of my day. It's hard to be happy when you are spending the whole day thinking about your dick of a father that has never care about your safety or well being.

Who I might mention that I already have to see for like 3 weeks every summer so what is really the point of this trip. I let out this low wild growl that had been building in my throat all morning.

But I heard this yelp, I hadn't even noticed that I was at the school and Heath was at my side whimpering lightly at my harsh town. I must have really zoned out because I was standing in front of the Monster High gates. I tried to smile but my skin was tight and so was the tense smile on my face. I could tell that he didn't buy it so I just walked into the gates.

A few hours later

When the bell rang I got my food and at sat at the first empty table that I saw. I know that I should have sat with the guys and from the casketball team but I didn't feel like it and I knew that I would only be a downer. I growled angrily before staring blankly out the window. I could hear this shifting sound that sounded like someone was lurking.

At first, I thought it was from outside the window but then there was a soft hand on my shoulder. My nose was then folded with the smell of orchid and vanilla. I knew the smell well hell I am the one that brought her that perfume. She said she loves the smell even though I didn't see how Orchid and villains went together.

I twisted my head to see a concerned look on Cleo's face and wrinkles forming in her perfectly golden skin. "What's wrong." I look at her what the hell would make her upset. I would pound anyone that made her upset. Usually, I would be calm but this whole thing with my abusive dick of a dad puts me in a bad mood.

I sighed as she sat down next to me her hand brushed against mine as she hesitated to lace our finger together. But she built up the nerve and gripped my hand tightly before interacting our finger together. She looked me in the eye and I was amazed by the way that they sparked it made me forget about my stress. "Why do you seem so upset?"

When she said that I felt the stress be put back onto my shoulder 5 time greater than before, was it that obvious that she acted. I thought that I hid it pretty well but I guess that I was wrong. "Nothing really" I gave her my best smile but as far as attempts go that was pretty weak on my I really didn't feel like it.

"Come on Deuce tell me what is going on." This was all my mother's fault, if she didn't put me in a bad mood I wouldn't have to deal with Cleo's probing. I hated talking about my father he was a dick and she knew that but I don't think that she was going to let up this time.