Thirty-Seven - Myst Fernandes
Myst was not expecting the call from his father. He was confused at first, but that quickly changed to concern when he heard the tone of his father's voice. He seemed very angry. Myst was sure something had gone wrong at home. Erza was hanging out with him, so he tried to keep his voice low as he spoke.
"Dad, why are you so upset?" he asked. "What's wrong?"
"You know very well what's wrong, Myst," Faust growled. "Why aren't you at home?"
"I'm at a friend's," Myst said. "I'll be home later. Are you back from your business trip."
"I am," Faust said. "And I know where you are. Enough with the lies. Siegrain told me everything."
"What?!" Myst exclaimed, attracting Erza's attention. "What did he tell you?"
"He told me all about your leaving home, directly defying me," Faust said. "And he told me about Jellal's expulsion, and about how he's been lying to cover for you."
"But-" Myst started.
"You will come home immediately," Faust interrupted.
"I will not!" Myst insisted. "I'm staying right where I am."
"You're coming home immediately," Faust said again, "or you'll be disowned, just like Jellal."
"You can't be serious!" Myst said. "You disowned him?!"
"You have three days to be home," Faust said. "Or else your fate will be the same."
"Dad!" Myst said, but his father had already hung up. "Dammit!" He yelled, resisting the urge to throw his phone across the room. He honestly didn't care too much about being disowned. What he cared more about was what Jellal would do without a home to go to. He dialed Jellal's number, but it went straight to voicemail. "Hey, it's me," he said. "If you get this message, call back. Everything will be okay. I'll figure something out."
He hung up and called Siegrain. He also didn't pick up the phone. Myst didn't bother leaving a message for him. He sat down in a nearby chair and looked at Erza, who seemed to be waiting for some sort of explanation. He wasn't sure entirely what to say.
"Family troubles?" she asked, when he didn't speak.
She had become far more civil with him recently. They had even become what he would consider friends. She actually sounded sincere in her questioning. He didn't know how to answer though. He sighed and looked down.
"It's hard to explain," he said.
"Well, from what I gather from your end of the conversation," Erza said, "You're lying to your dad about where you are and he wants you to come home. And, for some related reason, he's disowned your brother."
"Well, that's fairly close," Myst said. "My dad... isn't the best father. And my brothers are probably having some sort of fight right now, if Sie- if one decided to tell Dad about what was going on with everything." He sighed again. "I wonder what made him mad enough to do that."