Welcome to Hickstead, home to both Seven Oak Stables, and Blue Acre - two rival stables. Both offer opportunities for their clients to reach the highest level of excellence. Each stable differs from the other, so choose wisely and never forget, loyalty is everything... Meanwhile as the stables battle it out, there's trouble brewing at the university. Be careful, if you don't pick a side you may get caught in the cross-fire...
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Stephen felt like a cartoon character almost watching his eldest brother and father take ugly emotional jabs at each other, seemingly attempting to one up each other every time. In his opinion, it went beyond the usual Breckah man fuck up. For the first time, the young man found himself wanting to be on the other end of one of Jace's ballistic melt downs with another book being thrown at his head rather than deal with Keith and his father. Perhaps it didn't help matters that Nash was there to witness all of this given this was the sort of airing of grievances that a fifteen year old boy didn't need. Thank god none of them seemed to really hang out with their grandfather though, he clearly was a dick.
When his dad started muttering in Irish though, Stephen knew that their father had hit his breaking point. If the words hadn't given it away, his body would have. It looked broken, defeated, ravaged from his anger and Keith's wild anger. Green eyes simply stared at their father, and right when the young man was beginning to think he was going to have to round on Keith now, it was done. This eldest brother was talking about where he was sending Jace and the rules that followed (not to mention how he was in charge of Jace) and Shaun was just listening, his mind clearly elsewhere.
He was a little surprised that Keith actually took the time to answer question: “No,” Keith said, “Like Dad, I don’t like repeating myself. I also know myself. Call it selfish, but I call it – protecting myself and everyone else.” Green eyes just stared at him, uncertain of what to say. Yeah, it was selfish. Just about everything that went down had been from the spoken words to the tactical method of dragging Jace out of the house. But even Stephen wasn't sure if it would be right of him to confirm Keith's thoughts because hadn't he too been selfish when he left for Oxford and didn't come back tor two years? He wouldn't be a hypocrite. Not today at least when he was left with the aftermath of a nuclear bomb.
Stephen texted the family chat with the details as his dad spoke and Keith walked away, and yet, he hadn't quite left the house yet unlike Nash who left for the safety of his room once more, grumbling away as the dinner was set. Shit. This was going to be a long evening then, "Just go, Keith." Stephen said, "You're already more than half way out that door with your victory." With that, he walked over to his dad now, uncertain of what to do before resting hand on his back - just a reminder to know that even after the chaos, he still had sons with him, "Come on, Dad. We gotta take care of the house before everyone comes home." And with that, Stephen went to work.
Save your lovin' arms for a rainy day and i'll find comfort in my pain
thanks aofie!
TWENTY ONE . JOURNALISM STUDENT . CRUSHING ON VIOLET YIEL OLSON CLAN BRECKAH ☠︎
It was evident he was hurting. Keith's chest felt raw, cut open without any way of stitching it back up. A few beads of sweat covered his forehead, his formerly well kept hair - damp and sticking. He didn't quite know what overcame, but all his feelings were out there. Maybe he was the toxic one, after all. Maybe he was the true villain. But there was something cathartic about it. Sure, the conversation could've been private. But Keith knew and learned long ago, a witness was always better.
He crawled back into the SUV. Almost like some puppy that was kicked. He sat, wanting to strip down to relieve the sweat that was pooling. Keith could feel it, the calming down of the adrenaline that he had imparted on himself.
The driver didn't say anything, other than turn the AC up. Probably to cover up the sounds of breath and whimpering. Thankfully, Keith's phone went off. Almost startling him. It was his second mother. His real mother now, since he didn't think he had the Breckah family anymore. He took a breath and picked up. "Hey, mum."
"Keith, are you okay? How'd it go?"
"Honestly, I don't know. I said things I've wanted to say for years. I think I'm officially cut out for good…"
"Well, come home. I don't want you driving out to Hollow Brooke all torn up. I'll get the tea started. Dad's ready to show you his new jazz album. He'd been talking about it all morning."
Keith couldn't help but smile. "I'm sure he has…I'll be home in a bit."
"Okay, sweetie. I'll be here, teary faced or not. I love you, Keith."
"I love you too, mum."
The call ended as the SUV finished turning through old and familiar streets, and soon to the highway to Willow Bridge.
