31-Finding Peace in the Chaos -Fane

                                    

                                          
I sat on the couch beside Octavia, my mother's words ringing in my ears. She had informed me that I wouldn't be playing in the basketball team. The news was a blow, and I couldn't help but feel a sinking sensation within me.
I turned to my mother, my voice a mixture of disappointment and confusion. "What, mom?" I questioned, a tinge of disbelief in my tone.
My shoulders slumped as I listened to my mother, the weight of her words pressing upon me. "I told you not to get in trouble," she emphasized, her tone firm. "But you did, Fane. This is your punishment." Her words hung in the air, a stern admonition of my recent transgressions.
I tried to reason with her, a pleading tone in my voice. "C'mon, you're not serious," I implored, hoping to sway her decision.
I sighed, my mother's words hitting me with a sense of reality. "You were late when I told you not to be," she reminded me. "You danced on the table in the cafeteria, and now the principal is telling me you damaged his car." The list of my transgressions loomed large in my mind, each one a testament to my disregard for rules and authority.
I couldn't contain my frustration, my voice tinged with exasperation. "And you believed him without even asking me?" My frustration was palpable .


I gritted my teeth, my mind racing. Yes, it was true.But how could she not even ask me if I did it?
She then posed a question, her tone firm yet tinged with a hint of skepticism. "Was it not true, then?" She asked.
"No," I replied, my voice steady despite the lie that hung in the air.

My heart sank as she emphasized the fact that Finn had witnessed me, my guilt growing. "Finn saw you that night," she informed me, and I felt the weight of my actions pressing upon me.
Her name hung in the air, a trigger for my annoyance. "Damn Finn," I muttered, my frustration directed at her.
The accusation hung in the air, my lie detected. "You're lying to my face!" she accused, her voice tinged with disappointment as she confronted my deceitfulness.
I shot back, my tone sharp and full of pent-up resentment. "As if you haven't been lying to our faces for years!" I exclaimed.
Octavia stepped in, her hand reaching for my arm, her grip firm yet reassuring.
My words held a mixture of bitterness and indignation as I confronted her. "You lied to us. You and dad. You sent him to jail! And you're not even telling us why!" The hurt and confusion I felt in that moment were palpable, my words laced with a mix of betrayal and a desperate plea for an explanation.
My frustration and disbelief grew as I recalled the revelation. "If Ivar hadn't told us," I voiced, "we would still be in the dark." My annoyance was directed at the prolonged uncertainty and the lack of transparency in our family affairs.
I couldn't help but notice the pain and hurt in her eyes, and it only intensified my resentment. "Fuck," I cursed under my breath, feeling the tension of the confrontation weigh on us.
Octavia quickly chimed in, her tone firm as she urged me to quiet down. "Shut up," she said, attempting to diffuse the tense situation.
I shrugged off Octavia's attempt to intervene, a mix of frustration and acceptance washing over me. I bitterly acknowledged the resemblance to my mother, muttering, "I guess I'm just my mother's son after all."
Frustration and disappointment drove me forward as I stormed out, not wanting to be a part of the brewing tension. The door slammed closed behind me, sealing my exit.