Chapter 7 School Days From Hell pt. 2 Social Problems

Running....running... I had to get away he's after me and I cant get away. A large grey wolf with steely grey eyes and pointed teeth came at full speed. He was doing all he could to kick him away. He twisted and turned as fast as he could, but in snow it was a little hard. His back left foot slipped on a patch of ice and the grey wolf took full advantage of it and bit hard on the leg. The small black wolf yelped loudly, trying to yank his leg away he bit at the large grey wolf. The grey wolf let go of the black wolf only to raise a large paw and scratch him hard in the muzzle and head. The black wolf yelped again as he was knocked back. His leg bleeding from deep bites. Muzzle and head bleeding the small wolf whimpered and shook in fear. The larger wolf walked over growling dangerously. Trying not to mover much, the black wolf panted hard in the snow as the grey wolf began to sniff the black wolf very intimately. The black wolf growled weakly and the grey wolf nipped at the small black wolfs tail. The black wolf kicked hard at the grey wolf with his injured leg and tried hard to get away. The grey wolf overpowered the black wolf and bit hard on the back of his neck. Not letting up, and holding him in place with the powerful grip. The black wolf howled loud but the grey wolf held on. He stepped hard on the smaller wolfs tail; another loud howl comes form the small, injured wolf. As expected he raises his tail. Once done, the large grey wolf thrust hard into the smaller wolf. At first he pulled harder to get away, kicking and squirming, he howled and yipped for help but no one came. Once the large grey wolf lowered himself and began to rape the smaller wolf violently holding him hard by the back of the neck. After what felt like hours the grey wolf howled loudly and spilled his seed into the small wolf. The smaller wolf shook and whimpers into the snow. Snorting and releasing the black wolf, The grey wolf looked disgusted and walked off leaving a small injured, bloody wolf a mess and whimpering in the snow.
Steve woke up with a start, drenched in sweat and shaking from head to toe he runs to the bathroom to empty the contents of his stomach. Steve had lost track of time after being bent over in the toilet for so long. He felt his head get dizzy from the dry heaves and sat back against the wall. Calming his breath as his body shook lightly tears began to slide down his cheeks. He had suppressed that so far till it was now leaking into his subconscious. Steve hadn't turned the lights on, he laid his head on the wall as the tears continued. Steve silently cried for a while before wiping his mouth and eyes on the back of his hand. Gingerly getting to his knees then leaning on the wall he steadied himself to rise. His head swam and his stomach churned for a moment before he could shuffle to the sink. With luke warm water, Steve washed his hands, brushed his teeth and cleaned his face. Once done he dried and slowly shuffled to the door and then into his room. Finally sitting he looked at the clock to see 3am. With a sigh Steve drank the last of the water in the small cup by his bed and then shuffled to his closet. He knew good sleep would not come so he began, with a churning empty stomach to dress for the day.
Rome Joseph woke to someone lightly shaking his shoulder He rolled over hoping they would get the hint but they didn▓t. "Master Joseph....Master Joseph, Please wake. You must get ready to leave." Joseph opened his blood shot eyes and growled. The maid looked worried and drew her hands off of him. "I'm sorry sir but you must wake, your father waits for you." Joseph sighed and nodded. "Tell that grumpy old man I am up and will be down within the hour." The shaken up maid bowed and rushed off, closing the door behind her. Joseph sits up and yawns. His hair standing on end as he threw back his thick navy blue comforter. Wearing just black boxers Joseph stretches his lean muscular body and then placing his feet on thick blue carpet. He shuffled into his bathroom and yawned again. Joseph was tired but he knew he had slept enough, he had no odd nightmares or dreams to wake him just the sense of tiredness. He tried to shake it off as he turned the shower on high, tossed his boxers in the laundry shoot and stepped in the shower. Joseph sighed loudly. His long, mid-back, curly/wavy black hair began to cling to his body as it got wet by hot steam and water. The best way to wake was by a warm shower and warm blood coffee. An acquired taste but good none-the-less. Joseph washed his hair and body with ease. Once the water was off, the bathroom still holding the heat Joseph stepped out to a fury throw rug, grabbing a fluffy white towel to dry quickly. He tied the towel on his waist and it slightly fell to his thigh as he looked himself in the mirror A thin silver chain with a V was around his neck but now stuck to the skin of his chest . He brushed his teeth and fangs, dried his hair then did something he usually only did in private. He looked himself over carefully. He started with his now fluffy and dry hair. It was a mess of waves, like his fathers. Till he gelled it, then it would become curly waves. He looked at his tanned complexion and high cheek bones, again from his mother and her side of the family. His father was slightly tanned but not like him. He could pass for brown if he wanted to. He looked at his odd two toned eyes. He liked his eyes. In middle school that's how he got the older girls to look at him, was with his eyes. But once they knew who he was or what he was they usually never gave him the time of day. Or worse they fell in love with an image of what they though he was and got clingy. Joseph sighed. He stopped looking in the mirror. He didn▓t want to go any further, thinking things like that made him just want to curl up in his room and stay in his bed forever. He finally moved back to his room and opened his closet door. He walked in and began browsing for a descent enough outfit so he didn▓t conform too much to the dress code for blue blazers and black ties but his dad didn▓t scold him about his appearance. He found a descent silk black jacket and slacks as he grabbed a navy blue dress shirt. Tossing his towel he stood naked for a few minutes debating weather to wear boxers or not. He decided to just in case something happened. He grabbed his blue boxers and slipped them on, put on his slacks, with black and white Adidas, a black undershirt, the blue dress shirt -leaving the first two buttons undone- and then the silk jacket. He folded the collar of his shirt onto jacket but refused the cufflinks. Finally tying his now gelled and perfect mane of hair with a black ribbon and stepping out to his room. "So you didn▓t drown in the tub?" Alphonso was perched on Joseph's ruffled un-made bed with a glass of blood wine and a smile. Alphonso was in the usual white shirt, black suit, with shined shoes. He looked his carbon copy son over and smiled. "The dress code is for Blue blazers and black ties Joey." Joseph rolled his eyes and wrinkled his nose. "Because I love to look like everyone else." Alphonso shrugged and rose in a slow fluid motion and drank deeply from his cup. "Well come then, the sooner we go the sooner we can nap till the dinner tonight." Joseph nodded but then stopped and looked around. "I didn▓t pack a trunk or bag. I know you wont wanna commute for a month." Alphonso half turned and grinned at his son. "I had Oliver pack your trunks days ago and he loaded then last night when you came in." Joseph gave an "oh" and shrugged. He picked up is aviator glasses, wallet and house keys -Not that he needed them- and followed his father to the car. Now seated in the limo he downed two tall glasses of semi-warm B- as Ian went over Alphonso' and Joseph's schedule. Alphonso nodded and corrected Ian when needed but Joseph said nothing. Now somewhat full he just stared out the tinted window.
Athens Steve was never a social person. Even in the loner or geek crowd he was usually pegged in he was even more of a loner. Everyone thought of him full of himself or cocky, of course Steve was naturally gifted and many people envied him so therefore he just kept quiet and to himself. It kept him out of most trouble. With that in mind he didn▓t know how he was gonna be social and stay to himself...what an oxymoron. Steve's grandfather was asleep in the seat next to him in first class. After his nightmare last night he tried to avoid any kind of contact with him if he could not rise suspicion and avoid it. But now on a plane it was hard, if he thought to much he would go into a panic attack but if he let his mind wander it would just go back to the same sick and dreadful things. So now he had to keep himself busy. He picked up his backpack and began to rummage in it reading over some of his speeches and notes. Brushing up and reading things he already knew helped a little. While digging for a pen Steve's hand went over something he didn▓t realize he had brought. He looked to make sure and true enough there in his hand was his tin mint case and his lighter. He looked over to his grandfather, he was still asleep then Steve looked around and slipped the two items into his pocket. He closed his back pack and stuffed it back under his seat, then calmly rose and went to the restroom. Noticing there where three he was happy to see. No one would disturb him. As he slid in the small bathroom then locked the door behind him. He knew if he lit up and started smoking the smell would carry so he had to think. He looked around then looked up and smiled, a ceiling fan. He stood on top of the small toilet and took out his tin and lighter. From the tin he took out a nice sized joint, he put it in his mouth and lit it. He took a long drag and held the smoke for a moment. The chemicals and feeling of euphoria filled his body. He exhaled slowly and watched the smoke being sucked up by the fan. After a few more hits he was quite high but feeling much better. Feeling tired he leaned on the wall as he smoked, He was now at the end of his smoke when a knock came from the door. A soft voice came from the door.
"Sir, are you ok?" Steve looked up but didn▓t worry. He ground out the butt of his joint in the tin, fixed his clothes, put his tools in his inside jacket pocket and flushed the toilet. After washing his hands, he adjusted his glasses and opened the bathroom. A short, cute brunette flight attendant smiled at Steve. "I▓m sorry Miss, A little air sickness but I▓m fine now." She smiled wide at him "Would you like some medication?" Steve held up his hand and smiled "No, I'm fine but thank you." She blushed as he dazzled her with a sweet smile. One of many things he liked about being high was he was more relaxed. He could talk to people without worrying about making his stuck up family look bad or sounding stupid. If he could he would be high all the time so he could loosen up. He went back to his seat as the flight attendant went to the back. Once seated his grandfather woke and looked at him. "And where have you been?" He said in his usual contemptuous tone. Steve looked over and gave him a half grin. "Bathroom, upset stomach." Just then the flight attendant from earlier came up with a glass of water. A light blush playing on her cheeks. "Here you are sir. I hope you feel better." Steve accepted the glass lightly touching her hand. "You are too kind." Steve said in a sweet flirtous voice. Her blush deepened as she scurried away. Steve put his seat belt on and drank his water. Not seeing the controlled rage in his grandfathers face. The head flight attendant explained that they would be landing now and everyone need to be seated and have on their seat belts. Steve sat quietly and bored, now tired for his excursions but still high he played with his plastic cup. Steve and his grand father had their bags collected as they now walked to the limo waiting. "Sir what time are we supposed to be at the breakfast?" Steve asked his grandfather. "9am" was all he said as he gave the driver instructions on how to deal with their bags. Steve smiled and snorted. "James Eclar late for a shin-dig, the world is coming to an end." Steve said as he slid into the limo. Once done James slid in, the driver was just closing the trunk when a hand out of nowhere hit Steve square in the mouth. Steve yelped out of surprise, James grabbed the front of Steve's suit roughly tie and all. There faces inches from each other "Disrespectful little shit, sass me today and I promise you will regret it. Do you hear me?" James shook Steve for good measure as Steve nodded "Yes sir. I▓m sorry sir." The limo driver now in the car James let go of Steve. The driver looked in his rearview but said nothing, just waited for instructions. "Shato Athens" was all James said, the driver nodded and started the car. James straightened his suit and began to make a phone call. Steve slid as far as he could away from his grandfather. He rubbed the back of his hand over his stinging bottom lip to see it hand been split by the heavier man's open hand to his mouth. His high gone and lip hurting. He pulled out his handkerchief and dabbed at his bleeding lip. This was not a good beginning to the trip.
Steve was quiet the duration of there trip to the hotel. James made a few phone calls ignoring Steve's existence completely. Once out of the limo the two stood in front of a grand hotel, the limo driver popped the trunk and began to help the bell hop with the luggage. Steve looked around to see a few other young boys and older men wearing the scholar colors, he inwardly cringed how the blue and black looked well on everyone but him. A growth spurt two weeks after his grandmother had had his suit tailored made her very cross. He rolled his eyes and remembered promising that next time he would have his growth penciled into her calendar so she could make appointments as she deemed fit. It was fun for only a few moments until she sent him up to his room with no food for a week. But the worse part was that she ordered Nora and Milly nowhere near his room....hardest week of his life. He was brought back to the present with a hard smack to the back of his head. He grabbed the back of his head as tears came to his eyes and stung. "Lets go" was all James said as he walked on into the hotel to register. Once at the front desk James registered and got two joined rooms, Steve knew he wouldn▓t be able to have any peace. He walked two steps behind his grandfather to the elevator. Steve had put his things down on his bed when James spoke "You get the small room." Steve said nothing as he gathered his things and went to the other room. The bellhop followed with his large trunk and a few suitcases. Once unloaded, Steve began to put his clothes away so not to anger his grandfather more. Once he heard the other mans door close he got a little nervous. He finished putting away his things ands stacked his suitcases in the corner when his grandfather walked into his room. Steve had sat on his bed placing a small wet towel on his lip to heal it. James looked casually around, as it met his approval he finally spoke. "This is a very important meeting this year Estephon, this year they are choosing scholars to go to ivy league schools and maybe the unspeakable clubs." Steve said nothing he just nodded. His eyes down casted to the plush carpet. -The unspeakable clubs where clubs such as the Skull and Bones in America, League of Extraordinary Gentlemen in Europe and England. He knew his grandfather was one. He had gone threw his office once and found a book of rules. Being only all of 10 he didn▓t understand it but was soon taught that it was not for him to worry about, because his grandfather caught him with the book and beat him that night...He couldn▓t sit for a week.- "I want you to stay here and go over your notes and speeches for tomorrow. I am going to meet a few friends. When I get back, I feel we should talk about you behavior and how that will effect you and possibly your mother." Steve's head flew up as his towel dropped. "No sir, please, that wont be necessary. I will be on my best behavior. I promise." Steve's eyes were so defeated as he pleaded with his grandfather. "Mother doesn▓t need to be involved." J ames knew that was his weakness, he would let no harm come to that crack pot he called a mother. James gave and evil half grin knowing he had Steve cornered. "I see well we will talk tonight when I come back. That will determine her involvement." With a twinkle in his eye he left out the door to the room and to the elevator. Steve now alone slumped to the floor in a heap. Tears silently began to fall down his face as he sat. He stomach doing the same awful churning it had done that very morning. He knew full well what "talking" meant when it came to his grandfather.....The two hadn▓t talked since Steve was in the 7th grade. Back then the late night talks started when he was in the 5th grade. His grandmother had almost interrupted a "conversations" so the talks stopped for a while, but now they would start again. Steve let his head rest on the bed as he looked at the ceiling. He knew what he had to do to keep him and his mother safe. So making up his mind Steve stood and trudged to the bathroom for a shower.