the star of northland
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Elliot nodded and stood, moving away from view of the door. The knocking ceased as Quinn opened the door and it was pushed open, his father appearing in the doorway. "Quinn," he spoke in a monotone voice. He looked his son up and down, a disapproving frown on his face. "Why are you not dressed and ready??"
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Quinn pursed his lips as he saw his father. ‘It’s 7 o’clock at night, Dad. Where am I supposed to be going?’ he asked, rubbing his temples.
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"Did you not get the 14 messages and 3 phone calls about the gala you are supposed to be at in twenty minutes??" His father asked, glaring at his son. "As much time as you spend with electronics, I'm surprised you didn't see my calls." He took a step into the apartment and Elliot panicked, looking around for a place to hide.
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Quinn quickly stepped in front of his father, blocking his way. ‘Oh god- I forgot about that. I’ve been really busy, and, er, I don’t think I can attend,’ he said, trying not to glance in Elliot’s direction.
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"Well that's unfortunate for you, because you don't have a choice," Quinn's father retorted, grabbing his son by the arm. "You are not being asked to attend, you are being told. So, go get dressed," he replied and started walking into the living room. Elliot panicked and quietly dropped to the ground, hiding behind the couch.
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That did wonders for Quinn’s self-esteem. He was about to go to his room and obey his father, but he remembered Elliot and stepped in front of him again. ‘Well, you’re being told that your adult son is choosing not to go,’ he said, trying to act confident. ‘I’m not going. Get out of my apartment.’
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"Quinn, do not make me repeat myself," his father said in a stern voice, his grip tightening on his son's arm. "Now, go. Get. Dressed." He let go of Quinn's arm, walking into the the living room. He turned back, waiting for Quinn to move. Elliot stood slightly and peered over the couch to see the man, watching with a glare. Yeah, I already don't like this b----, he thought, rolling his eyes.
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‘No,’ Quinn said defiantly, trying not to let his voice quaver. He’d never stood up to his father out of fear, but he couldn’t let him see Elliot. And he’d feel terrible leaving the guy alone while he went to some gala. ‘G-Get out of my apartment.
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Quinn's father glared at his son and took a step towards him, bringing his hand up to his face and slapping him. "Don't you f---ing talk back to me," he retorted with a glare, anger in his voice. "You're in enough trouble as it is, so it would do you good to obey me." Elliot covered his mouth and slumped back onto the floor, seething with rage. Who the hell does that to their son?!
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Quinn tried to choke back a gasp, taking him a moment to process what had just happened. His hand moved to his cheek, where his father had slapped him, eyes welling partially from the impact and partially from the horror and shame. He averted his gaze.
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"Now, go get dressed," Quinn's father spoke harshly, putting a hand on Quinn's shoulder and squeezing. "I'll be waiting out in the limo, so don't take long." He walked past his son and walked out of the apartment, slamming the door shut. Elliot stood, watching Quinn with an upset look on his face.
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Quinn tried to control his breathing as he leaned against the wall, burying his face in his hands. His cheek stung and tears welled down his cheeks, even in his attempt to not cry.
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imsoclueless SeniorElliot made his way over to Quinn as quickly as he could, gently putting his hands on his shoulders. "Are you okay? Do you need ice or something??" He asked, worry spreading across his face.
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Quinn shook his head, refusing to look at him. 'I-I'm fine,' he mumbled, trying to stop his voice from shaking. His knees trembled. 'God, I f---ing hate him...'
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imsoclueless SeniorElliot exhaled and moved his hands off Quinn's shoulders, wrapping his arms around him. "I f---ing hate him too..."
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