Chapter 4
Breakfast later on that morning was silent except for the tiny clanking of forks trying to grab eggs, and a faint crunch of bacon and toast. Rinto took another sip of coffee while reading the newspaper, Prim silently drank her tea, and Charlette and Ney were sending glares across the table to Alexiel, who blankly stared at his half-eaten eggs and toast. He was deep in thought once again about the boy he met the day before. In fact he was so deep in thought that he forgot about everything going around him, especially the glares the girls across from him were giving. He picked at his plate with his fork and let out a bored sigh.
"Alexiel? Are you alright?"
"Huh?" He was snapped out of his thoughts and he looked up to everyone staring at him, each with a different expression: his father had a concerned expression, Charlette and Ney were still glaring at him, but those glares started to cool down in case their step-father saw them, and his step-mother gave him a bored expression while sipping her tea as usual. The blonde teen looked over his family's faces and looked back at his plate. "I was. . . thinking about something." He took a sip of his tea and set it back on the table. "I'm not that hungry anyway." He stood up from where he was, taking his plate with him and scraping it out in the trash, before placing it in the sink and washing his hands. He politely bowed to his family before silently exiting the room.
Alexiel sat at the side of his bed, holding a small plushie in his arms. The plushie was an exact copy of him, but its outfit was black, had green eyes, and had a pair of fox ears and matching tail. Alexiel liked to call it Kitsune. The blonde stared out of the window with a sigh, grabbing a book from a nearby shelf that was below his nightstand and flipping to a random page. He raised an eyebrow at the page he turned to and stared at the cover of the book: Bad End Night. He looked down at the plushie in his lap. "Do you remember this book?" He asked, not expecting the doll to respond back, but he wanted to talk to someone, even if that person didn't exist.
He flipped to the first page of the book and started to read with interest. It had been a while since he had read the book, and he had forgotten how interesting it was. He didn't know why, but mystery books always entertained himself, even if the mystery was confusing and still had lingering questions. But he didn't care. As long as he enjoyed it, he didn't mind the plot holes the story carried with it. His eyes were focused on each line he read, forgetting everything else that was around him, and as he read, he imagined what happened in the story inside his mind. He was so focused in the book, he didn't notice his father in the doorway, staring at him with a confused expression on his face. Seeing what his son was doing, he shrugged and walked away.
The clock struck noon when Alexiel closed the book and placed it back on the shelf. When he glanced at the clock, his eyes widened at how much time had passed. He placed the doll on his bed before rushing out of the room, almost tripping on his feet down the hall. He was so focused into the book, he completely forgot about his daily chores, and not doing those chores worries him. On the way, he passed the living room where he saw his father. He stopped with a screech and started to head the opposite way, going at a point to where his father gave him a confused look. "I'm so sorry," Alexiel apologized while bowing to him. "I lost track of time and I was so caught up in that book. "I'm sorry, Father."
He heard his father get up from where he was sitting beside his wife, and strode over to where the blonde was and patted his head. Alexiel's eyes snapped open when he noticed this and looked up at his father's face. "That's alright. I had Charlette and Ney do them for you."
"What?" His father ruffled his hair with a smile and a chuckle. "I'll let you get a break today. Relax for now, alright?" The blonde stared up at him with a confused look on his face before smiling. "Okay." He bowed to his father as a sign of thanks and scurried back to his room with a smile on his face. He was glad that he got a break from doing chores, but then again, he liked doing the chores. It calmed him down and helped him get his mind off of his family(usually his step-sisters). He slowed down and stared at the floor with this thought until he bumped into someone. He looked up only to see his step-sisters glaring faces covered with dust. "Thanks for making us do your dirty work."
"Thanks for that," Charlette placed her hands on her hips and huffed her breath. "Little brat." Alexiel's smile faded as he stared at the floor again, his bangs shielding his eyes. His hair was being pulled up by Ney, who's glare was more fearful than her sister's. "Look at us when we're talking to you."
"That's the polite thing to do." Her sister remarked, but the blonde stayed silent as he stared into those cold, glaring eyes. He closed his own and sighed, his fingers intertwining with each other. One of his hands rose and wrapped its fingers around the girl's fingers, untangling them from his hair. The girls stepped back as the blonde gave them a dead look in his eyes before walking passed them. "Hey!" He heard Charlette call out, but he ignored her and headed back to his room.
He slumped back to the floor with a sigh before taking the plushie in his arms. "Now they're really gonna get me," He said to the doll, squeezing it tighter in his grip. "What do I do now?" He stared through the window, noticing the mansion in the distance. Smiling, his cheeks flushed red as he stared at his feet with a giggle, remembering the boy's words. He fell on his bed, turning towards the window, curling up into a ball to hide his smile. He slapped a hand over his mouth after the small laugh he let out. It had been a long time since he laughed, so he was surprised he remembered how to. Sure he's let out a little giggle every once in a while, but not a full laugh.
He turned back to stare at his clock: 12:43. He decided to go take a walk around the woods to pass time, since he was so bored. He sat up with the plushie in his arms, and headed towards the door, taking his phone with him and placing it in his pants pocket before closing his bedroom door behind him. He headed towards the front door, slipping on his sandals, and headed into the direction of the woods where he liked to wander. For some reason, wandering in the woods calmed him. He didn't know why though; probably because it helped him forget about his abusive sisters, or his unloving mother. He didn't have to worry about them at this moment.
The blonde reached up to grab a tree branch, and placed his foot on the trunk in an attempt to climb. He pushed himself upward, grabbing another branch with his other hand and having his plush's clothes snagged between his teeth. The blonde hauled himself onto the lowest branch, letting our a heavy sigh as he leaned his head onto the trunk. He had decided to head to the mansion after a quick nap since his father told him to relax. Clutching the plushie in his arms, he closed his eyes, and was taken into the world of sleep.
Me: I finally finished this chapter. Jesus Christ I couldn't think of anything. Oh and if people were wondering, I made all of the multi-song series into books. This includes the all of the Evillious Chronicles series, Acute&ReAct, Kokoro&Kokoro • Kiseki, and many others. These books will also be single songs such as Spice, Romeo and Cinderella, Alice Human Sacrifice, Alice in Musicland, The Music Wizard of Oz, Circle You Circle You, and also many others. I will have Len(Blue Moon) have some of these books as well. So until the next chapter, stay tuned for more.