Mr. Perfect Man

Xavier POV "Dad, I asked him to quit his nasty friend, but he didn't listen to me," Charlie said, pouring oil on the fire, making our father even angrier. "I can't tell you how many times I've told you to be like your older brother. However, you would never listen to us and would instead choose the opposing side ", Dad remarked as he dragged me into the room. I begged him to leave my ears alone, but he ignored me and focused on my bothers' provoking. "What have I done wrong, dad?" I enquired, my heart throbbing. He slapped me and shoved me into my room, locking the door behind me. I wept my heart out and tore up my result in rage. That's it, I'm not going to let Charlie win every time, and I'm not going to follow in his footsteps. It doesn't matter to me if Dad is siding with him. I fling myself on the bed and lie down. After a few hours, the door was opened, and it was my mother Daisy Lockwood, who was dressed in a blue plaited shirt and plaited shirt. She appeared exhausted and fatigued, but she disguised it with a happy smile at the prospect of meeting me after a long and exhausting day. She is employed for a large cooperative. "What's wrong with you?" she said, her hand caressing my cheek. Her gentle touch causes me to whimper in anguish. "Let's eat together," she remarked as she pushed the platter of food in front of me. My own sadness dissipated as her grin reached her ears. She is the only one who fully comprehends my situation. I forgot about my discomfort and returned her a smile. With such much motherly love, she spoon fed me and wiped my cheeks. "I got a 90% on the exam," I murmured quietly. Her grin widened and she kissed my cheek. She proudly clapped my back and gently caressed my cheek. "Dad has always backed him up and has never listened to me. How well did I do on the exam? It makes no difference to him, but it does important to him that I am less in Charlie in one way or another ", I murmured, my lips twisted in despair. Mom, disagreeing with me, shook her head and said, "Xavier, he adores you. He just wanted both of his sons to be the greatest in everything they did ", Mom added as she tried to calm me. I got out of bed and walked over to the window. "We can never be the best at everything. Charlie is constantly attempting to provoke our father and in the process, he often beats me up. His pals used to bully me or steal my food. Despite the fact that my pals are mischievous, they have always stood by me and assisted me ", I answered quickly as I explained my situation to her. She ruffled my hair and told me to relax so that I wouldn't take things too seriously and cause a further wedge between me and Charlie. She believes that this is a game of childish taunting, and that as a child, I am obligated to listen to my father and Charlie. Then she said something that opened my eyes and given me the guts to succeed. "Don't let losers and failures convince you that it's all about showing up. Losers are forgotten, failures are forgotten, and no one ever recalls who came in second. You aren't a loser. You are not a loser in any way. You'll be remembered, and you'll take first place. YOU CAN AND MUST WIN, no matter who you are, what you do, or where you are on your own journey." Her words reverberate in my head, and I grinned as I realised what she was asking of me. The disparity and competition are widening day by the day. He'd win in every competition because he'd cheat or do everything he could to bring me down. If I ever win from him, he and his father will not appreciate or encourage me to try to find a flaw. Mom never split her love between the two of us. I was sitting with my buddies when Charlie and his friends stormed in, enraged. "Why didn't you listen to me and leave your friends?" he asked, his nostrils blazing. I rolled my eyes at his identical attitude over and over. He hurled a ball in my direction, but I caught it before it reached my face. It's enough that I won't put up with his arrogance any longer. I growled, "I don't need your f*****g opinion to live my life." He replied with a smirk, raising his brows. "My younger brother, you require my advice. As a result, you are a loser, whereas I am a winner." His friends joined in the laughter when he uttered it. My rage builds, and I challenge him with my gaze. "Then we'll see who comes out on top and who comes in last. The game has started "I murmured, my eyes narrowing. In displeasure, he grumbled and stamped his feet. The same ball was thrown at his cheek by me. He rubbed his cheek in anguish as he whimpered. "I will not abandon you, Rascal." He threw a punch in my face, which I managed to avoid. Then, I violently pushed the blow into his face. In the blink of an eye, he turned me around and punched me in the face. Then his and my friends started isolating us from each other. "Just wait for the beating!" Charlie exclaimed. I rolled my eyes at his warning because it wasn't my first thrashing. I'm used to being scolded and threatened. Looking at his red mark on his face, I chuckled. It satisfied a long-standing rage in me. I could see the disappointment in his eyes as he tried to mask his disappointment at losing to me. He said something to his friend, who, after a few seconds, contacted the principle. I was well aware that he had contacted the principle in order to be rescued by me and that I would be penalised as a result. Charlie smirked, knowing he'd won me over yet again. Because he was the good one student, he was brought back to the nursing room to bandage himself. I was also punished for not being like my brother and warned about my misbehaviour.