Filthy Rich by Atarah Yvaine (electronic reader txt) 📖

"I swear I didn't mean to get her pregnant." Tres is wiping his bleeding lips.

When we arrived Primo and Namika are already here and I think Primo already punch him a lot.

Deus wanted to punch him too for being careless but I guess seeing his youngest brothers cracked lips makes him control himself.

"Fuck Tres. Is your brain still functional? Stop being immature and grow up. Now, I think you really need to become mature. How are you going to raise a family when you can't even cook and do your own laundry? You are not yet done with studies. Damn and this will ruin our image" Primo's hands are in close fist and he is trying his very best not to punch some more.

"You guys keep on treating me like a baby. You always see me as the weakling. I never did great. I am always at fault. Tss, fuck this life. I am trying my best to reach your goddamn expectations yet you didn't see anything but mistakes. I didn't even hear any congratulations from anyone today. All I heard is phrases that keeps on pointing out that I am a total disgrace. Ok, you two are the best and I am the black sheep." I never seen Tres this cold.

I can feel the pain in his voice. His eyes are dead and his cheerful aura is gone. I badly want to run to him and hug him.

Everyone is silent. I look at both Deus and Primo and it seems like they are shocked with what Tres said. He is always happy and jolly and we didn’t know that he is hiding a heavy feeling against his family.

"I'll keep my child from the eye of the public. The world doesn't need to know about him if that will make your minds at peace. Fuck being a Cavelli" he walks away looking so mad and disappointed.

I look at Deus and give him a hand signal that I'm going to run after his brother and he nod. I walk faster to go after Tres. He's taller than me so he easily goes far. I run so I can catch up with him.

"Tres, wait" I shouted at him so he will walk a little slower. He continues walking and I run as fast as I can.

He stops at the parking and lean on his car. He kicks it as hard as he can to let go of his anger.

"Bullshit" he shouted. I just stay beside him waiting for him to calm down a little. His face expression is somewhat similar to Deus when he is furious. I never thought he'll be this scary. I am used to him smiling and fooling around.

"I am the least intelligent. I'm the least useful for business. I am everything they never expected." he face-palm and combed his hair in frustration.

"If I can change my surname, I did it a long time ago. I suck at being a Cavelli." he kicked his car with one last blow before he sits on the ground hiding his head in between of his knees. He stayed like that for a while and when I am sure he already calms down, I sit beside him.

"You should name your child after you if the baby's a boy." I said as I imagined a little Tres running around. I can't stop smiling with the mere thought. That would be awesome and cute.

"He should inherit your smile and unique sense of humor. And please let me be her godmother. I will super excited to be one and I'm so glad your child will be my first godchild." I'm trying to excite him so he can forget all the heavy feelings. He should be celebrating right now and not like this.

"Do you think I can be a good father?" he slowly raises his head and look at me straight in the eye.

"Yes of course. Imagine having a very handsome and hardworking dad. Your child will be grateful to have you as his dad. I trust you Tres." I give him a wide smile that he usually gives me during normal days. He cheers me up during my bad day and so I'll try to do the same.

"Can I get a hug from my only sibling?" he requested and I willingly comply.

"Maybe your two brothers are just shocked. Who wouldn't? I am actually shocked too. Please understand them. I know they got your back." he just hissed

"My dad called me a disgrace. Primo did too and I know Deus also wants to yell at me that same exact words. I never did anything good. Tsss. They can kick me out of the family if they want to. I don't care." his words hits different.

I didn't know he is keeping this kind of hate for his family. I thought they are perfect but just like what they say there's no such thing as perfect. Or maybe it's just some kind of misunderstanding that they need to settle.

"I know that they never meant that. Give them a chance, okay?" I pat his back.

"Hmmp, if they don't want my child then don’t. I know I made a mistake but the mistake should only fall on me not on my child. He's innocent and lovely." he let go of me and take a deep breath.

"I can do this."

"Yes, without any doubt you can do that." I said trying to back him up.

"I always go against my dad's will. I am the hard headed son. I knew what I wanted ever since so why agree to something he wants for me but I don't want for myself. I'm working on my own path. I am not planning to be always credited because I am his son. I want a name for myself so no one can tell me on what should I be." he said looking at the sky.

It's a de javu. Back in the island we almost been in a same scenario. Sitting together while admiring the night sky. We always got each other back when one is dealing something so heavy.