Dadrius of Two
Gavin had been aimlessly channel hopping on the crystal ball when the front door finally opened. He jumped to his feet to confront his father.
"Where have you been? You make me stick to a curfew, and you don't follow it yourself? Hypocritical much?" Gavin snapped at his father. Then he was taken aback by the presence of another person by his parent's side. "Uh, who's that?"
"Gavin, meet your new brother. Hunter," Darius introduced, an arm around Hunter's shoulders.
The blond-haired teen seemed shaken by something, a little red bird, probably his palisman, chirping reassurances to him. Whatever it was that had him so upset, Gavin didn't want to know; he was going to focus on the more important bit.
"B-brother?!" Gavin exclaimed, looking between the teen and his father. "What happened today?"
"Don't ask," Darius said as if that answered the question, and began guiding Hunter through the house to the spare bedroom. "Just get ready for bed. You have school, and Hunter needs time. We'll talk about new arrangements tomorrow."
"Time? New arrangements? Dad, you can't just drop a new brother on me like that and not explain!" Gavin protested, following them.
Darius stopped himself and Hunter by the spare bedroom, and he inhaled deeply before looking at his offspring. "Not tonight, Gavin. Hunter has been through a lot, and needs attention. I won't tell you again – go to bed."
With that final order, he opened the bedroom and gently guided the shellshocked Hunter into the room. Giving his biological son a firm stare, he shut the door in the teen's face.
Huffing, Gavin stomped towards the bathroom to do as he was told. "Doesn't tell me what's going on around here anymore…"