He glares at me and I stare back, not backing down.
Eli and I share the richest yet most complicated relationship any father and son could have. Ever since he realized what a challenge is and that I’m the best opponent he can have, he’s been actively trying to get on my nerves.
I gave him leeway when he was young since I understood him the best. If there was anyone who knew what it meant to try everything under the sun just to stop being so fucking bored with life, it was me.
Since I didn’t want to recreate the strained relationship I once had with my own father, I gave him green light to do everything he wished. Even supported his methods that are socially frowned upon. Where Elsa tried to shackle his nature by teaching him about love and sunshine, I let it loose. When she wanted to take him to a therapist, I vehemently refused.
Just because we’re different, that doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong with people like us.
It’s not our fault we were born superior. The world needed to learn how to accept us like Elsa did.
However, Eli never, and I mean never, saw any attempts I made to understand him as support. He had this weird fixation about winning against me. In everything.
He’s competitive to a fault, and goes against me in whatever he finds worthy of his time. Including gaining the affection of his mother and brother.
Which is why I went off on him just now. He needs to learn that Creigh’s life isn’t a fucking game that he can use in his plans.
“Um, hi.” A small feminine voice breaks the tension.
Elsa smiles, completely ignoring us, and goes to hug the newcomer. After they break apart, she strokes her hair like a loving mother.
My son watches the entire exchange with a stiffer posture, his eyes darkening until they’re almost black.
“Ava, honey. What are you doing here?” Elsa continues patting her hair and clothes, not leaving a single imaginary wrinkle alone.
My wife always wanted a little girl, and since she didn’t get one, Ava kind of volunteered to act as her surrogate daughter.
Sometimes, Eli used to grumble, like a sorry sod, that Elsa loved her more than she loved him and Creigh.
A fact that my youngest smiled at and teased his brother about.
As much as Eli can be difficult, he’s still the best brother Creighton could’ve had. Which is why I’m pissed off that he failed to protect him.
Ava keeps her full attention on my wife. “Uncle Aiden texted me.”
“You did?” Elsa asks me. “You should’ve let her rest and go to school. She was here last night.”
“I thought you’d be more at ease if Ava took you back and stayed with you. She already agreed. Isn’t that right, Ava?”
“Yeah, sure!” She interlinks her arm with Elsa’s and smiles. “Anything to help and spend more time with you, Auntie.”
“I’ll be the one to take Mum back. You. Leave.” Eli steps toward them, having completely forgotten about the topic of discussion from earlier.
“Eli! Don’t talk to Ava that way,” Elsa scolds.
“Never mind him. Uncle Aiden invited me over, so his opinion doesn’t matter.” Ava’s smile falters before she forces it back in place. “Let’s go.”
My wife gives me a warm look and doesn’t protest as Ava leads her down the hall. Eli follows after.
Silently.
If I had known Ava’s presence would have Elsa finally listening and actually relaxing, I would’ve had her come a long time ago.
I slide a hand in my pocket as I stare at my son’s unmoving form. The doctor said it’s entirely up to him now, and while I threatened to kill all the doctors and sue the hospital if something happens to him, I know the current situation is all on Creigh.
There’s a hurdle that’s stopping him from opening his eyes.
What, I don’t know. But I’m sure it has to do with what the kids have been whispering about in the corner and refusing to tell us.
Needless to say, I know this isn’t some robbery like the shit actors, except for Landon, tried to convince us of. They got their stories straight, but it was all too perfect and had Lan’s scheming stench all over it.
I’m curious to know what drove them to go to such lengths.
The only one who can answer my question is none other than my nephew, Landon. The others are easier nuts to crack and would bring me faster results under duress, but he’s the mastermind behind this and, therefore, he’s hiding the true reason.
One problem, though. He’s been methodically avoiding being cornered by me.