Someone In Need

{ Elliot }

"...I can't," Luc says in a strained voice and shakes his head, still refusing to make eye contact with me. I want so badly to lean against a wall or lie on the couch like he is, but I force myself to continue standing in front of our parents, "I'm not feeling well."

"I’m not feeling well either," I mutter, hating him, "But that won’t stop me from doing my job."

"Well, we can't all be as perfect as you. If I wanted to..."

"Enough, Lucas," Luc's father says, giving him a look of disappointment that I know all too well because it's just like the one my own father gives me all the time, "We're all aware of your lack of perfection, you don't need to flaunt it."

"If you ever use your fists against each other again, there will be severe consequences," my father continues, looking at me the same way John looks at Luc, "Before, we let it go, you were children... then teenagers, then newly presented alphas, but now you’re adults, there is no excuse anymore. You don't like each other