Planting his phone inside his pocket, Zarek Black discreetly slid open the glass door - that was supposed to be a balcony door to the enormous living room - and stepped a foot inside the glorious Black's mansion.

For Zarek to reach that point of the property, he had to threaten the security guard with his job to let him pass, he also had to jump over the wall that seperated the gate and the backside, and he had to jog for about ten minutes, passing the gigantic deep pool that glistened against the moon glow but mostly to the bright projectors that costed a fortune to be installed.

Producing as less noise as possible, Zarek closed the see-through door and glanced at his watch; it was five minutes to midnight. He reached there just in time. It would have taken him much less time if he had his Mustang as a ride, but since it was the weekend, he wasn't aloud to use it. His father had been very clear the day he handed him the car keys. His father's lucent green eyes were sharp, as his whole body leaned in to whisper in his ear.

"This car is not yours, but mine." Theodore had said, "Just because you're my son, I will let you borrow it, but don't think for a second that I won't take it away as soon as you slip up."

Theodore aloud him to use it as a transportation method from home to school, and other rare, very exceptional destinations. Theodore promised him that he would burn the car if he as much as suspected that a girl had been in it. He also threatened Zarek that if he damaged it in any way, Theodore would damage him. Zarek wondered what that meant.

Even though Zarek loved his car, he sometimes felt like it was weighing him down with all the terms that came with it.

Zarek's hand rummaged through his pocket, his finger caressing the metallic part of the key and gracing the Mustang's logo. It looked like he wouldn't have to say goodbye to it just yet. He headed for the polished, glassy staircase that was in the heart of the living room.

But someone cleared their throat.

"Shit," Zarek muttered to himself. He wiped the triumph from his face as he removed his hood and turned around to face his dad, ready for a long ass lecture.

"Where have you been?" Theodore asked, sitting like a relaxed king; both of his arms were stretched on each side of the white, upholstered furniture, his biceps bulging from his grey lounge suit as his electric green eyes - that he passed on to Zarek - watched him with a hint of mockery.

Zarek was envious of his father. The man was in his late fifties with no grey hairs in his blond hair or wrinkles in his tanned skin. He was supposedly an old man, but his demeanor and health told otherwise - he even had muscles bigger than Zarek's. Theodore was tall, healthy, and a successful rich man, with a beautiful lady as a wife gracing his side - he had it all.

Theodore had Black Industry; the biggest upcoming movie firm with profits and fame excelling all the other companies - including Disney - and Theodore started it all from scratch. His family back in Farmville never supported his dreams. They didn't even understand it; their only idea of television was an old machine that didn't work unless you hit it.

Needless to say, the same went for women.

They thought it was funny for a harvester to have such big and unrealistic dreams, and stupid if he actually persuaded them. Theodore proved them very wrong. That was the reason why the Black's guesthouse only hosted spider webs and dust. Figuratively speaking, of course - the place was more spotless than Virgin Mary's reputation.

Zarek knew that if it wasn't for his ambitious father, he would have probably been one of those poor peasants in Farmville, riding a donkey instead of a Mustang. His dad's rules became slightly bearable.

"Just around the area," Zarek mumbled, looking down for an unknown reason. His body tensed as his father's sharp green eyes looked him up and down. That was a wrong answer - a trigger to his dad's temper.

Theodore smiled, chuckling at his son's gloomy answer. He stood up, with a height taller than Zarek's own, and approached his son like a lion would approach a prey - slowly, but lethally. Theodore's tight smile dropped, his nostrils flaring. "Just around the area, you say?" Theodore barked, "What were you doing there?"

Zarek's heartbeats fastened, feeling self-conscious with his father's glaring eyes on him. Zarek's electric green eyes lost their edgy spark as they shifted from a white marble tile to another. "With some friends."

"Okay," Theodore eased, nodding his head a couple of times. At the gesture, some of the fleek blond hair fell on his forehead. In that moment, Zarek thought his father should be in the actual movies instead of just making them. That was how much charismatic and handsome his father was.

Theodore stepped away from Zarek, his sharp, green eyes still fixed on him. "I understand." he said, "But what I don't understand is how my son lies to me, telling me he's just around the area, when in reality he's outside poisoning himself with those cigarette rolls."

Theodore paced around Zarek, shooting words that felt like pointed arrows aimed at his soul. The scene was very similar to a lawyer brutally attacking the offender in the courthouse. "And then, for him to sneak into the house in the middle of the night, thinking that I would be oblivious enough to not know." He produced an unhumored chuckle. "I didn't think my son was that dense."

Zarek finally looked up, his electric green eyes struck a lightning, having recharged with the repressed rage and fury. He didn't dare open his mouth however, he would do nothing but trigger his father further.

Theodore gave a curt nod, as if Zarek passed the test with his silence. Theodore outstretched his bulky, muscly arm. "Give me the keys."

Zarek's faded green eyes widened. "But-..." hyis gaze turned icy. "You know what? I don't need it, you can have it. Whatever." He pulled it out of his pocket and slammed it onto his father's big hand. Zarek's hand looked pale and weak next to it.

Theodore closed his large fingers on the keys to Zarek's most precious, and buried both of his hands inside the pockets of his grey suit. The action made him go back two decades in time. Theodore offered Zarek his formal smile - the same smile he wore on his lips on every interaction with the media. "Very well then," his father said, green eyes shining with triumph, "Now go and do something useful."

Zarek was about to explode. Not only did his father take away his ride, but he also humiliated and dismissed him. His tongue bit him to spit some nasty words at his father, but Zarek buttoned his lips.

As he was about to climb the stairs, a beautiful lady was descending the glass staircase. She wore a lacy, black dress that was tight on the hips. The dress was sleeveless, showing her flawless cleavage. A dazzling diamond necklace was wrapped around her neck, the pendent of emerald dangerously roaming the alley between her tits.

Zarek was glad the staircase was made of glass, because he caught a glimpse of the white lace thong she had on. Zarek glanced at his dad, and Theodore was ogling his sharp green eyes at her with hunger.

The woman, wearing a naughty smile, headed towards Theodore. Her delicate fingers brushed through his blond hair, fixing his flyaways. Her hands slipped to Theodore's neck. She gripped his collar as she yanked him for a heated tongue action. Theodore had to bend down to be in the same level as her. Next to him, even in her high heels, she looked small and fragile.

When she pulled away, Theodore wouldn't let her as he held her thin waist and pinned her close. The woman's hazel eyes glared at him, slapping his hand away. Theodore complied, sighing, as he let her go.

"Wow," Zarek said, eyeing their closeness with disgust, "What a show."

Theodore ignored his son's tasteless comment. "Charlize," Theodore husked in her ear, "Go and wait for me in the car."

With a toss of her curly, blond hair, Charlize kissed her husband on the cheek. She ran her delicate hands on his hard biceps, fixing the invisible wrinkles. "Alright, baby," she purred. Zarek's eyes widened when Charlize clandestinely sent Zarek a wink as she strutted outside.

Theodore fished a Mayan Sicar from his jacket. He put it between his lips and lightened it. All the while, his skeptical, green eyes were fixed on his son. He sucked on the cigar, frowning his eyebrows at the taste. He pulled the cigar out of his mouth, his green eyes regaining their sharpness. "Like I said," Theodore barked, "Go and do something useful."

Zarek only watched as his dad walked out of the glorious mansion. His father just lectured him about late night outings and smoking, yet there he was, doing exactly that. Such a hypocrite.

But indeed, he was about to do something useful. Slipping his hood back on, Zarek climbed the see-through stairs to the first floor. Zarek stood in front of a pink door with purple flowers and green leaves designing it. Careful to not make a sound, Zarek twisted the golden knob and opened the door to a burst of pastel pink and purple inside.

On the left was a humongous walk-in closet that was organized according to shades of color, giving it an aesthetic appeal. To the right was a large desk where books and papers were neatly placed, with its matching chair, adapting Princess Royal as its theme. However, the heart of the room was where feather cushions and other purple, mauve, and crimson things, that were too girly and disgusting for Zarek to recognize, were scattered around the big and fluffy bed. Pink silk sheets were covering a brunette teenager as she took a trip to dreamland.

Zarek went to the left.

Rummaging through the clothes, Zarek found what he was looking for; shopping bags. He snatched them up and emptied them on the marble tiled floor, stirring the slumber of the sleeping beauty.

She blinked a few times, frowning her auburn eyebrows when she caught the sight of her brother going through her stuff. "What are you doing?"

Zarek ignored her, examining every piece she bought before dismissing them away until his hands caught a pair of shorts. He crunched it in his hand and prepared to leave.

The sleeping beauty held her head up, brown locks of hair cascading down her shoulder. "Is that my Ksubi Rise N Hi jean shorts?" she asked, her deep blue eyes widened, "Put them back."

Zarek didn't pay any attention to her as he headed out. The girl stood up from the bed with light speed and went after her brother. "Give them back," she pressed, deep blue eyes narrowed. She almost tripped on her bare feet as she hurried after Zarek and caught his arm.

Zarek stopped, electric green eyes shrunk on his sister, making her gulp. He removed her gentle hands and squeezed her wrist, extracting a wince of pain out of her. "Violet," he breathed, his defined jaw pressed tight, "Go to bed."

"No." Violet stomped on her feet like the spoiled, rich girl she was, and huffed. She tugged at her hand, but Zarek's grip never loosened. "What are you doing? Give them-"

"I'm stopping you from being a whore," Zarek snared, a lightning struck in his electric green eyes. "Now, for the last time, go back to your fucking bed." He let go of her tiny wrist, revealing a purple bruise with the shape of his fingers. Would you look at that, Zarek chuckled darkly, It's purple; her favorite color.

Violet had tears built in her eyes. She clutched her wrist and sniffed her nose. "You always do this to me." Her innocent, deep blue eyes glared at her brother in blame and disappointment. "I hate you," Violet spat before hurriedly running back into her room, tears on the brim of her eyes. Violet made an extra effort at slamming her bedroom door.

Zarek, still holding the booty shorts, continued climbing the stairs, its glass glistening beneath him. He opened the white door, revealing a black hole. While Theodore made the Black's mansion white and glassy, Zarek stayed true to his name. The walls and bedsheets were white, but every other furniture was black. Zarek's room, unlike his sister, didn't have that much fuzz; there was a bed, a closet, a desk and a chair.

Zarek threw the jean shorts over a lamp on his desk. He went to his favorite part of the dark room; the balcony. He leaned on the edge, watching the glassy garage that held his red Mustang and his father's white jaguar which just drove off with Theodore and Charlize inside. Zarek ignored the fact that his father was contradicting himself because it would only ruin his mood even more. He sighed, his electric green eyes focusing on the sparkling pool. The water's deep blue color reminded him of Violet's dissapointed eyes.

Zarek was about to scold himself on what an awful brother he was until he glanced at the booty shorts behind him. He was protecting his little, naive sister from the horny wolve out there and only looking out after her. He did the right thing. So why did he feel like the biggest jerk on the planet?

Zarek sighed, his green eyes showing weekness as they gazed at the sparkling stars above him. He ran his hands over his face and through his blond, long hair. Zarek was afraid his sister would turn out to be like all the other whores he encountered. That idea sucked the life out of him more than the cigarettes ever would.

He was convinced that every woman was secretly a whore, and if unsupervised or was given a certain freedom, she would unleash it. Mother Teresa would have been pole dancing if she lived nowadays. Virgin Mary could have had a bastard if God didn't intervene. Eve might have cheated if given the opportunity of a man other than Adam. Charlize, his stepmother, was another vivid example. Charlize was hot, witty, and smart, but she was a cheap gold-digger and a professional slut too. How else did she manage to score a smart, successful and a rich man like Theodore and wrap him around her finger under the name of marriage?

Charlize made Theodore believe that she was madly in love with him, while in reality, she was screwing around with his son.

At the thought of these women, Zarek coudn't help but grab a Nat Sherman cigarette out of his sweatpants pocket. He knew smoking would hardly solve anything, but at least it would clear his mind.

Zarek unrolled the cigarette and filled it with the pot he got from Hunter - his dad already took his car, so there was nothing to lose. Zarek's fingers were shaking as he sprinkled the weed. As he was about to lick the white paper closed, his hands shook too much that he knocked the contents of the cigarette off the balcony.

He cursed as he watched his grassy formula land on the pool. Zarek was too on edge to care, so he took the empty roll and filled it with just the weed. He lightened the authentic joint with his lighter and took a desperate drag, his fingers shaking.

Violet was the only relevant female left in his life. Zarek didn't want to lose another member of his family, but if his sister became a slut, then there was no other solution.

as i said before, the characters' opinions and beliefs are by no means my own. Zarek's thoughts about religion are pretty messed up. but sadly, this is how he sees it from his prospective. he wasn't raised like a normal kid, he was raised on his own. His father is suffocating him, and the only woman he had while growing up was Charlize, who isn't exactly a role model. He is very disappointed in women, and even though, he hasn't lost hope just yet.

Does Zarek have the right to be harsh on his sister, even if he is protecting her?