Chapter 11 Another Brooklyn
“What the hell is wrong with you, Barth?!” My dad yelled as soon I stepped into the study room.
I raised a brow, feigning ignorance. “What do you mean?”
My dad gave me a look before his eyes dropped down to my knuckles and he chuckled shaking his head. “You still haven’t stopped? Barth, are you so hell bent on ruining this family’s name like your mother did?”
On hearing that, my jaw tightened. “I’m not like her.”
“You’re not like her? You are not like her and you keep walking on the same path!” He thundered. “Your coach told me what happened and you have refused to give the reason for acting that way? Are you so dumb to the fact that you could lose the spot I worked so hard to get you on?”
“You didn’t work hard to get me anywhere!” I retorted. “I got on that team and scholarship based on my own merits.”
“Or that’s what you think,” He replied with a snort. “The Vanguard name opens many doors and opportunities if used wisely Barth. But you have decided to soil the name.”
So that was it. He had pulled the strings for me. Once again.
“If you think you can go on like this without punishment then you are wrong. Until the New Year’s gala, you are on a leash. You will co-chair the committee with Tan. You will be seen at every event and if I get news of you still going to that goddam forsaken place, I will forget that you are my son. Have I made myself clear?”
I tightened my fist muttering “clear” through my gritted teeth before stomping off.
Stepping into my room, I felt my blood boil. I needed another round, the urge to hit something was strong. Taking the first aid box out of the drawer, I poured the antiseptic on my knuckles, hissing as the pain hit me.
While wrapping the bandages around my hands, I hear a high pitched scream that draws my attention to my window.
A small blue car is packed at the entrance. A blonde steps out and Yvonne screams hugging her, they almost fall, jumping around. Subconsciously, I smile.
It seems another Brooklyn has arrived. The owner of the Swan.
My phone rings, diverting me away from the situation outside.
It was Tan calling. My father must have already informed her. With a groan, I pick up.
“What?”
“There’s no need to use a harsh tone on me, Barth,” She laughs making me roll my eyes.
For some reasons, I can’t seem to stand Tan. I have had girls throw themselves on me but Tan, she’s just off and irritates me a lot.
“We are going to be chairing the commitee together,” She continues. “I think we should learn to tolerate each other since we will be seeing more often.”
“What do you want, Tan? I have no use for your unnecessary bickering.”
“Okay, okay, calm down, Mr. hot head. Just wanted to let you know that there will be another boxing match tomorrow night. I wondered if you would be interested and maybe we should talk over thing there.”
My dad had already forbidden me from going out but that wouldn’t stop me though. Boxing and ice hockey were the only things that kept my head in check due to the pressures I face and needed the avenue to release until Brooklyn came in and somehow messed things up for me even more.
Maybe I will be able to pull off some steam before this weekend's game.
“Okay,” I reply curtly.
“The fight is at the Old Wharf,” Tan added. “High stakes this time Barth. I hear there’s an heavyweight coming in from the city who hasn’t lost in three years. But we will careful though, we don’t want Coach Damien crying over your death.”
She laughs making me roll my eyes before I hang up.
I look out the window once more but the girls have already entered into the house.
So much for peace.
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Needing something to cool my mind down, I held down to the kitchen to get a tub of ice cream. But a yell made me stop in my tracks.
I hadn’t bothered to put on a shirt and I was walking around with a black pant that hung loosely on my waist. My eyes landed on the two girls sitting on the kitchen counter.
The blonde had her eyes widened and was practically drooling over me and my lips formed into a smirk.
Well, not a first though.
Yvonne however didn’t even spare me a glance, giving more attention to her phone rather than me and I tried not to look bothered.
Taking the ice cream, I winked at the blonde and walked away.
“Bree, you didn’t tell me that he was this hot!” She whispered quite loudly to my hearing.