CONNOR ??

[Chapter-III]

Thibbault is 18-year-old.

Elliot is 17-year-old.

Maverick is 16-year-old.

They all look so bigger, taller, and wealthy, being compared to me. I felt like a small child as a rabbit is standing in front of elephants.

"I'll talk to you later." Jaxon hung up the phone, coming inside the room.

His eyes scanned around the room when he fixed his gaze at Maverick. "He makes me remember about you."

"He has grown up exactly like him," Elliot answered with a light laugh.

"Definitely not." He disagreed to accept the truth.

"Little Maverick."

"He looks nothing like me, so don't compare him with me!"

Jaxon ignored him, smiling down at me, and ruffled my hair affectionately, causing me to get surprised.

Kyle has always grabbed my hair with extreme anger; never ruffled them lovingly.

"So you have finally come up to LA?" I heard Maverick speak, venom in his voice. He sounded belligerent.

My palms started getting sweaty due to the nervousness that had arisen in me but I trained my eyes to the ground, not answering him. I could already feel his dislikement towards me.

"Maverick!" Jaxon scolded him.

I fidgeted my feet, fiddling with my thumb anxiously.

"You three! To my room!" Jaxon eyed Maverick, raging at them. "I need to talk to you."

Maverick rolled his eyes, going inside the room, Thibbault and Elliot following him behind.

Jaxon sighed and placed his two fingers under my chin and raised it so that I was looking at him.

"Don't worry, I'm gonna talk to them." I shrugged at him in response.

CONNOR

"Listen, the three of you." I heard Jaxon talking to them, "He has been through a lot so it would be best if you guys try to get along with him."

"It's not my fault Dad that he has been through a lot." I recognized the dangerous voice of Maverick and I felt tears stung to my eyes.

Is my life gonna be like this forever?

Getting hate from everybody?

I told you.

"He is your brother, Maverick." I could hear Jaxon scold.

"Do you even know how much he has been through? That kid never received any type of affection and it's all because of your Mom." Jaxon spat out angrily. "I don't know why she took custody of him in the first place when she doesn't know how to take care of a child."

Silence. No one uttered a word.

"I wouldn't tolerate any type of hate or dislikement towards him. None of you make him feel terrible. Got it?"

"Fine."

I felt a familiar pang of agony and a feeling of absence of hope-filled me. Is this what you called a life?

I have always had a miserable life.

I saw them getting out of the room and Maverick shot me a deadly glare and Thibbault didn't even cast a glance at me. Elliot gave me a small sympathetic smile before walking upstairs.