Chapter 60 Behind Closed Doors
Xavier’s Point of View
Five years ago….
I knocked on Christian’s door, my feet tapping impatiently against the floor, waiting for him to come open the door, but he didn’t. I knocked again, harder this time, and it took a while before I heard the little footsteps that approached the door.
Christian had locked himself up in his room for days now, and no one seemed to notice he had been gone, no one except for my mother.
She was scared to talk to him because everyone knew Christian.
Loud-mouthed…
Arrogant…
And a nasty jerk who believes the whole world revolves around him, he keeps being disrespectful to my mother, continuously calling her a maid to belittle her, and telling everyone I’m an illegitimate child, as if it was supposed to do something to me.
My mother wanted me to talk to him instead, and if I could ‘bring’ him out of his room, because something wasn’t right.
“Who is it?” He asked his voice bouncing off the door, and I could only hear it faintly.
“It’s me, Xavier,” I answered calmly.
I’m only doing this because my mother forced me to; she was worried that he might be starving there.
“Go away.” His voice was sharper, and my fist came on the door even harder this time.
“Open the damned door, Christian.”
Silence lingered for a moment, and then I heard the unlocking of the bolt, and then the door opened slightly.
His blue eyes peeked out softly; they were red, swollen, and puffy, like someone who hasn’t slept in days, or someone who has cried all night.
My eyes narrowed. This was unlike him… he would be prowling around the house with his hands in his pockets.
“What do you want?” He asked in a soft huff. My eyes left his body and darted towards his room. It was dark… so dark, and even though I hated Christian so much for making life difficult for my mom and me.
Especially my mom… I was worried about him now.
“Come out,” I ordered, my voice a bit softer, but he shook his head.
“I’m not coming.” He snapped.
“My mother wants you to come out,” I repeated, and his bottom lip quivered before he yelled at me.
“I’m not going anywhere with that maid!”
And before I could speak, he slammed the door shut in my face.
“You know what… I think you should never come out of that room, you little monster.” I yelled back in anger, before stomping off.
I got back to the dining room where my mother was helping out with the other maid, and my hands balled into a fist.
I was a child, but I knew all too well what was going on.
A mistress was worse than what my mother was… she was a dirty, poor maid turned mistress.
And it bothered me just how much she was trying to endure it all, despite all the humiliation we went through. We were much happier when we were alone; we had no worries in the world.
So, why did she have to bring me here now?
I don’t even understand these people’s lifestyle, and the man called my father, I hated him more than anything.
“Where is Christian?” Mother asked curiously, her green eyes following my movement, but the irritation that tightened my chest burned through my gaze.
“He refused to come out.” I retorted.
“Bring him out.” She pleaded. “I think there is something wrong with him.”
“Yes, there is something wrong with him, and every other person in this house.” I snorted. “Maybe you should go talk to him, so you can be reminded that you’re nothing more than a maid who slept with the master of the house, and now you prowl around the place as if you own it because you bore him a bastard son.”
“Xavier!” Mother yelled my name, her eyes wide with horror, and I sucked in a deep breath.
“You know what, fuck all of you.” I turned on my heels and left.
The type of people I despised the most were the hypocrites, and my mother was such a terrible hypocrite for seeing the problems of Christian so far away and not even caring about my own feelings.
Even though I’m her son.
“Is Christian home?” I heard a voice behind me, as I walked off to the yard, and I turned slightly to see Bobby Baker and one of his blond friends, Jensen Boone.
“Yes, the young sir is upstairs in his room.” The maid they were talking to answered with a small nod.
My eyes met with the still grey eyes of Bobby, and he smirked.
I stopped in my tracks when Bobby and Jensen made their way towards me.
“If it isn’t the bastard son of the house of Blackwood.” Bobby grinned, reaching me. “Where is your master?”
I frowned, but I said nothing, because my mother reminded me every day why I couldn’t afford to cause a scene.
Quiet… suck up all of the insults… You can’t afford to disappoint your father.
Ignoring him, I walked off, trying to get the thoughts out of my mind. I hate being here.
I hate being a rich man’s child, and most of all, I hate my mom, who made all of this possible.
But I still have to respect her because she is my mother… I can’t wait to grow up to the age where I can cut all ties with every single member of this family, including my mother.
“No… Bobby, stop.” I heard someone’s voice as I walked along the passageways, heading for my room.
And the voice sounded like Christian’s… but was he crying?
“Come on.” Bobby urged, his voice desperate. “Touch it.”
“No, stop… I don’t want to.” Christian’s voice came out too loud again.
“Should I gag him?” Another voice, this time it must belong to Jensen, because it didn’t sound like Bobby or Christian. “He is a bit too loud; if he continues like this, people will hear us.”
I stopped by the door suspiciously, leaning in to listen.
“Wait… please… I promise not to be loud.” Christian’s voice shook, and I heard sniffling sounds. “Please, don’t make me touch it.”
I was confused… and a little worried for Christian.
In all the months I have spent with him, I have known him as a lot of things, but not the kind of person to cry and beg.
Curiosity drowned my common sense, to probably just leave him, since Bobby was his friend, they would probably figure it out…I needed to see what was going on.
I twisted the doorknob, and luckily, the door opened, and I burst in.
My eyes widened to see Christian was flooded on his knees, Jensen restraining him, one of his hands holding Christian’s head up, while Bobby stood in front of him with his pants rolled down mid-way, and his tiny dick outside.
“Xavier…” Christian called for me, eyes wide with tears, and my eyes narrowed.