14
"Teachers, these days…they're better off thugs in my opinion." Caine chuckled, trying to lighten the mood in the car.
Squall was just staring off out the window.
"I don't know about you, but I am starving." Caine stopped in front of some café, "Squall?"
The brunet shrugged and stepped out of the car, following Caine into the café.
"You know," Caine started when they had gotten seated and ordered their breakfast, "Seifer isn't exactly your cousin. He's your uncle's wife's son…so you aren't blood relatives."
Squall nodded, then shrugged. That was something his father failed to mention.
"Seifer had it rough the first years of his life."
"Why are you telling me this?" Squall whispered.
"I know what you mean. Seifer wouldn't appreciate me saying this and revealing his childhood, but maybe I think you should know, in hopes that you might come to understand him. Besides, you live under the same roof, I think there shouldn't be any secrets between the two of you."
Squall snorted softly, right, so he wants me to go up to the dumb blonde and say, hey, you know three years ago I was raped, just it's no big deal or anything…you can carry on your life like I never said this…
It could work, you know…
I wasn't asking you…
Caine smiled, "His real father was a drunkard."
"Really?" Squall was now interested, forgetting all about his personal thoughts.
"Yeah, he used to drink himself to a stupor and beat him and his mother up. Seifer has some scars on his back, too. It's not like his wounds have healed over time."
Taking a bite of his pancakes, Caine shrugged, "He and I go way back…we're closer than brothers. Honestly speaking, my parents had very little. Seifer kinda like took me in. he would take baked cakes that haven't even been sliced yet out of the kitchen and give it to me, saying he made for my birthday or an advance gift for some occasion or another. Later on, when my father managed to open a store and we got richer, he would tell me the stories of how his mother used to scream when she would find the plates and food gone…Seifer was a crazy guy. He still is."
Caine was smiling and Squall chuckled, "Really?"
"Yeah. His parents divorced when he was ten, and your uncle got married to Seifer's mother, but she died three years later from some kind of infection. Your uncle was a kind man. He let Seifer do whatever he wanted and Seifer took over his father's company two years ago, when your uncle died. Seifer is pretty successful, but that all comes with his impatience and temper. Oh, Seifer's the president of a law firm."
"Law…firm…" Squall whispered.
"Yeah. He's a great lawyer too, kinda fierce and scary…trust me you don't want to be against him in court…he shatters you and then leaves you to bleed while he watches…"
Caine chuckled to himself.
Squall frowned slightly, "He's mad at me."
"Just give him time to come back to his senses. He doesn't want to hurt you, but in the same time he's so damn impatient."
Squall nodded, "Yeah."
"You know, I was thinking about the sea this other time…have you ever gone fishing?"
"No."
"You know, Seifer's a great Fisherman, we always used to go to fishing trips when we were younger. This weekend, you know, we could like gather up and go on some boat…spend a day there."
"Sure, whatever." Squall shrugged.
"Great. I'm sure Seifer would be happy."
"Yeah…"
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"I told him about you." Caine said that night to Seifer. It was almost midnight and Squall was asleep.
"What the fuck! Why!"
"You know, Seifer. He has some problems too, I know it."
"Why the hell didn't you study psychology since you seem to believe you can read people's minds!" Seifer announced harshly.
"Seifer, what is your problem! Do you know he was almost raped by some professor who teaches him."
Seifer stopped flipping through the channels and turned his emerald gaze to Caine's, "What?" he said in a deadly calm voice that still sent shivers down Caine's spine.
"His Calculus professor, Marcus Beddingford."
Seifer's eyes narrowed, "Why didn't he tell me!"
Standing up, the blonde stood to go to Squall's room but Caine blocked his path, "He wouldn't tell you because you're basically ignoring him. Comon, even when he came home you asked about his day like you were asking the wall behind him. And then you left for work and stayed there till a few hours ago, knowing he sleeps early and effectively avoiding him."
"That fucking bastard, what did you do to him?" Seifer said, referring to the professor.
"I told you about him…I think I did more than enough."
Seifer smirked cruelly, "Yeah? I am going to make him a priest…he's gonna wish he were one from the beginning."