6. Act Three. Intimidation.

A week had passed and Lucca is more pissed off than ever. Every night, Caleb would have someone new in his room. And he would fuck them at the window, with his curtains wide open. Lucca is sure now that Caleb did exactly that for show. This is because Caleb always has his curtains shut during the day but it’ll be wide open at night, only during his fucks. He wanted Lucca to see him fucking random women, girls, men, and boys in his room. All ages. All ethnicity. He has no particular taste. Lucca is beginning to think that Caleb is the type who would just fuck anything that moves. And that makes him sick. He is now sitting right beside him at the dining table. There are only two of them for breakfast this morning. Lucca is even angrier to the fact that Papa never comes to his room. He had gone to party with his bitch of a wife every night for the past few days. Who the fuck parties every night? Well yes, his father. And his step mother is a fucking party animal too. Like mother, like son. Except that her son parties in a different way every night. At this rate, he won’t be able to gain success at winning his Papa back.

“-hey!” Lucca stumbles out of his own thoughts at the sound of someone calling after him. He looks at the person sitting next to him.

“W-W-What?” Lucca asks. He didn’t mean to stutter but he did. And that carves a smile on Caleb’s face. Lucca doesn’t know what to make of that smile. He is looking rather amused. Slightly, resent and hatred grow inside of Lucca. He feels like punching the boy right on his face or poke his butter knife straight through the boy’s cheek. But he steadies himself, still pretending to be that nice innocent pretty little boy that he is.

“I was asking you to pass me the butter,” Caleb said.

At that, Lucca looks at the butter in a plate next to him. And then looks back at Caleb’s plate. He has butter on the plate next to him too. Then, why? Why is he asking Lucca to pass him his butter?! He is slow to react to this. Is this bullying? Is he being bullied or is Caleb just fucking stupid? It’s so hard to pretend to be nice to this boy! Lucca takes his plate and slides it over to Caleb without a word. “There, there. That’s a good boy,” Caleb commented. Lucca is fuming with anger. What a brat, he thought.

Chuckling a little to himself, for whatever reason that amuses him as Lucca couldn’t quite figure it out, Caleb takes a bite of his bread without even putting on the butter on it. “Say…,” he started. “Did you enjoy the view?” He asked.

Lucca knew exactly what Caleb means. So it’s true. He intentionally let his curtains wide open to show off to Lucca? Lucca smiles a little but he doesn’t answer the question. Maybe there’s no point in pretending to be nice to this boy. He needs to be threatened. He needs to be shown who’s boss. How dare he looks down on a murderer, Lucca thinks hard to himself. “About that,” he now starts. “I-..”

“-Wanna come to my room?” He was cut in by Caleb before he could even say more. “I wonder what kind of face you will make,” he added. He looks at Lucca so steadily, eyes of a superior, looking down on Lucca as if Lucca is below him. Lucca’s eyes widened in surprise. He clenches his fist in a fit of rage. That’s it! Lucca loses his cool. He no longer cares. He stands up from his seat in anger and pulls Caleb up by his collar, ready to punch him on his face.