YorkistGirl- Richard will appear soon, but he is mentioned here. I have to do Johnny's birthday first, then Richard will appear.
Madianna- Johnny's a wimp. Geoffrey's cool.
"WAKE UP! COME ON, GEOFFREY; GET YOUR LAZY ASS OUT OF BED! IT'S MY BIRTHDAY! HEN, RICH, GET UP!" John shouted, pulling off the bed covers of his brother's bed. He then ran into individual rooms and did the same thing. "COME ON, GET UP!"
Geoffrey groaned. December 24th: Christmas Eve and also Johnny's birthday. He hated it because Johnny did exactly the same thing on Christmas Day. Geoffrey knew people who were born on the same day as his brother, and they didn't receive as many presents because their birthday and Christmas presents were spread over two days to make things equal for the siblings that the friend might have. Not his father, though. Johnny always got more presents than anyone in the house, whether it was his birthday, or whether it was Christmas.
It wasn't fair.
Geoffrey groaned as the warmth was taken away from him. He kicked out with his foot and swore at his younger brother, who had already darted off down the hall. Grumbling, he sat up, his hair wild and pointy instead of being smooth and neatly combed. He went over to the door and slammed it shut. He didn't want that worm of a brother barging in again when he was getting dressed.
After he had changed (and splashed some cold water on his face to wake up properly) Geoffrey made his way down the many set of stairs to reach the kitchen. He didn't know how his father did it, but somehow that man was a billionaire. Geoff knew that it was due to the fact that many of the companies he owned were inherited, which was again only due to the fact that his uncle had passed on the inheritance to Henry instead of his only surviving male heir, William because he had been forced to. It was also due to the fact that his father had married a billionaire, and that their companies stretched out for miles across two different countries. Yet, Geoffrey's father was a drunkard, come home every night pissed, slept with tons of young women and was a downright scumbag. So how on Earth was he able to keep this company together, buy his favourite son tons of presents for his birthday and Christmas? It just didn't make sense!
In the middle of the room, Willy sat wailing in his cot, no doubt that he was woken up by Johnny's yelling. Geoffrey raised an eyebrow. He didn't like his half siblings. He hated them and wanted nothing to do with them. However, when Willy wouldn't stop crying, Geoffrey sighed and went over to pick him up. As he cradled the baby, he turned as someone came downstairs. Ellie, his 17-year-old sister, and Joan, his 16-year-old sister, stood watching him, obviously amused. Geoffrey frowned. He didn't think much of his sisters, and they didn't think much of him. "What do you two want?" he asked.
"Johnny's woken the whole house up," Ellie stated matter-of-factly.
"If he's not careful, Mum will yell at him," Joan continued.
"Boohoo," Geoffrey mocked, rolling his eyes. "As if I care what happens to him."
Joan and Ellie looked at each other.
"Err, why are you holding Willy?" Ellie asked.
"Because there was no one else down here, and he wouldn't stop crying."
"He's stopped now."
"I think he likes you!" Joan exclaimed. "Hey, Ellie, someone actually likes Geoffrey!"
"Shut up," Geoffrey growled. "There are lots of people who like me and you know it."
"Oh yeah? Like who?" Ellie grinned, folding her arms across her chest.
"I don't need to list them."
"Philip's one, isn't he?" Joan blurted, earning an even deeper frown in return.
"Dad's not letting you speak to him, is he?" Ellie asked.
"Dad can stuff it," Geoffrey shrugged. "He can shove it right up his big, fat, hairy-"
John came flouncing down the stairs. "Good morning, everyone!" he chirped.
"Mourning, Johnny," Joan smiled gently. "Happy birthday."
"Happy birthday, John!" Ellie grinned.
John turned to Geoffrey, a big smile on his face. He obviously wanted his brother to say the same thing.
Geoffrey shrugged his shoulders again. "I don't have anything to say to you."
John's smile fell.
"Oh, Geoffrey!" Ellie admonished. "How can you be so cruel?"
"Poor Johnny," Joan said, bending down and hugging her younger brother comfortingly.
"Oh yes, 'Poor Johnny!'" Geoffrey jeered. "Who cares? Stop making a fuss about him! He's just a worm! Everyone knows he sucks up to Father and that he always gets tons of presents every year! What do we get, eh? Socks! That's all I got! Hen got underpants and Rich got a shirt! Even that bastard who's got the same name as me got more than I did! He got a phone! A bloody, motherf*cking phone! So you all go and make a fuss of the toad, and I'll get a gun. 'Cause the way I'm feeling at the moment, I'm gonna go shoot myself!"
The baby started wailing again. Joan gasped. Ellie's eyes widened. Johnny's lip trembled and tears started to spill over his eyes and cascaded down his face. Geoffrey snarled, his eyes narrowed and dark, his hair wild and pointy. He clenched his hands so hard that the veins started to bulge through and the skin turned white, as if it were translucent paper. Willy wailed even louder, and Geoffrey stared down at him, his breathing heavy. Willy looked up at his older brother, and his lip wobbled, his eyes glassy. Seeing his baby brother like that suddenly caused Geoffrey's eyes to widen, and he stroked his downy head softly….
"What's going in here?"
Everyone looked up to see Henry standing on the stairs, Eleanor beside him. Behind them, Hen and Rich stood together, confused and shocked expressions on their faces.
Upon seeing his father, Geoffrey's gaze turned from shock to hate, and he growled. "Concerned now, Daddy?" he taunted. "What a surprise."
He turned and handed Willy to Ellie, who took the now screaming child into her arms. She shook him gently, trying to shush his cries.
He looked back up at his parents. "We were just talking about whether anyone would cry at my funeral. Would you?"
Eleanor gasped. "Geoffrey! How could you say such a thing?"
Geoffrey turned to his mother. "Oh, Mummy! Did I scare you?" he feigned surprise. "I'm only stating the truth." He turned to face his father. "Isn't that right, Daddy?"
All at once, everyone turned round to face Henry, who had a serious expression on his face.
"You were always a burden, Geoffrey. I'm glad to be rid of you when you go to Brittany."
Everyone gasped. "Henry!" Eleanor spluttered. "He's your son!"
"He's a monster."
Geoffrey stared at his father with a look of pure hate as everyone gasped again. "You made me one. You made the monster."
And with that, he grabbed his keys and stormed out, slamming the door behind him. Willy wailed, John cried, and the others stood still in shock.
Eleanor slapped Henry around the face. "How could you?" she hissed. "He is your son, Henry!"
"He's also yours," Henry replied.
"You bastard," Eleanor hissed again. "You cold, drunk bastard!"
Henry looked over to his sons, who now stood around Johnny, who was crying his eyes out.
"How could you do that, Dad?" Hen asked, his face stern. "On Johnny's birthday?"
Henry's face crumpled when his favourite son crying. "Forget him, John," he said. "Your brother's a demon."
Johnny looked up at his father, tears still spilling- cascading- down his face. "No! You're the demon, Dad! And because you're a demon, I'm a demon too!"
"We're all demons," Rich stated, stepping in front of John. "And we're all burdens as well. Geoffrey's not the only one."
The looks of hate that Henry received made him double take. "Johnny…" he murmured. "You're better than this. Than him."
Johnny glared at his father. "I hate you!" he yelled, before he rushed off upstairs to his room.
Geoffrey ran. That's all he knew. Run. He should have known it would all come to this. Pulling out his phone, he dialled the first person he could think of."
"Philip? It's Geoff. Dad's lost it. We need to strike now."
Then he rang the other.
"Richard? Richard! Are you in? I need to speak to you. Are Clarence, Ned and Edmund in? No? Good. This is urgent. Is Anne ok? Good. I have to do something first, though. I'll be round soon."
Hanging up the phone, he ran further and faster away from his home. He wasn't welcome there, but he knew a certain someone who would welcome him, someone with fiery red hair, a warming smile and piercing green eyes…