He is Indeed

Hand in hand, you and Jane walked through to your Dorm room. Walking through to the Main area, there, sat on one of your kitchen chairs, was your father, "H-hey, dad." you mumbled elusively.

Your Father; Roman Drake, was sat on one of the chairs that you kept for the kitchen counter where you ate, he sat with the Chair's Backboard under his elbows, reading the Small Black Leather bound journal that he had carried with him since Your Mother's ****, or so Diana had told you.

Your Father lowered the Journal to look at you, his Icy silver eyes staring through his round glasses "Good Afternoon Son." he spoke, his voice deep and strong "I was lead to believe that you would have finished your classes earlier than this" he said, standing and setting the chair aside, Red/black hair and red eyes flickered through Your memory

"I was... diverted, I'm sorry, if I knew that you were coming I would have..." he raised a hand silencing you instantly.

Your Father noticed Jane, a white smile appearing under his well-groomed Beard, something that You rarely saw, He brushed aside a long Onyx hair from his angular face and extended a hand "Ms. Watson, lovely to see you again, I do hope that you have been keeping My Son out of trouble?" she took his hand very nervously

"Yes, of course, Mr Drake."

he shook his head, never losing his serpentine smile "Now what did I tell you when you came to visit us? Roman will do just fine." Jane went a little red, strangely it was mildly irritating "I do hope that you and I will get to know each other more, It is a rare woman who takes a liking to my Son." the comment doubtless seemed polite to Her, but it wasn't, he had made those kinds of Chameleon Insults ever since you hit puberty.

"Is there something I can help you with Dad?"

Your Father nodded, looking to Jane again "I don't suppose that you could be a dear and wait outside, I need to speak to Charles in private."

Jane eagerly nodded "Yes, of course, Mr Drake- No sorry, Roman" She touched at your arm "I'll just be at the door alright."

After Your Father was sure that Jane had left his smile faded "Pretty, not a bad choice." he started, rubbing his whiskers of his thick, black beard

"She's just a friend."

"Is she now?" he chuckled, You crossed your arms

"What do you want?" He reached up loosening his tie and gesturing for you to sit with him on your Couch.

"Marco has been bombarding my Office with emails, claiming that you have been harassing his daughter." That entire latter sentence was nothing less than catastrophically Triggering

"Me, Harassing Vicky, that's what he said!?"

He nodded "A Menace on Academy Grounds I think he put it?"

"That's Bullshit!" You snarl angrily

"Of course it's Bullshit, Kaz is a weasel and I have no doubt in my mind that his Daughter is the same."

Pausing you look at him inquisitively "So what, you came here to mutually agree with me for once?" Your Father's brow lowered and his lips bent downward, his serious face, the face he made when issuing an absolutely cast-iron statement

"You let yourself be bullied by a Girl." Standing in awe he crossed his arms "You let yourself be Bullied by three Girls if I have my facts right and a Big dumb idiot who punts balls around."

Your hands gripped at each other, the beginnings of anger growing in your chest "W-What?"

"You are my Son and as my Son, your reputation affects mine." his Cold Silver eyes fixed on you, he was being serious "Your sister did well here, she studied her Ass off and kept up appearances, that was all that I asked of Diana and it is what I asked of you when I offered to accommodate your higher education." He was actually being serious, he was worried about his reputation? that's what he came here for?

It was impossible, taking in that kind of drat without reacting "Are you kidding me?" You said in a low hiss, "Are you fucking kidding me?"

Your Father looked at you wide-eyed "Excuse me?" he stood, his much taller form looming over yours, but the Lack of sense that came with unbridled rage made you stand your ground.

"The soul reason.... the only reason that I am unpopular, why other students, insult me, glare at me or altogether avoid me is because of your actions!" You were red-faced and raw, he, however, remained cold, calm, and quiet.

"...You **** The Principle to get me in here, even though I was fine to go to a public college, now his daughter hassles and bullies me daily as ****. Then you buy out this ridiculous fucking suite to make a 'statement'" you angrily quote, he, however, remains cool, Calm... and quiet.

"Well, just in case you were wondering, your little statement has resulted in nothing, but judgment from everyone here, even more judgment than they have given the Famous Roman Drake's son had You not acted like a narcissistic asshole, And then even after all that, you come here to lecture me on how I let 'myself' be bullied, how I 'allow' these things to happen?"

While you stood, breathing hard and waiting to be given hell for Your disrespect, Your Father did not react, he just stared at you, and those icy eyes, nothing behind them, no anger or Pain, just... nothing.

Your mind cleared a little as he stared down at You in silence, almost like he was thinking "Look I'm sorry that I'm not like you, or Diana. But if Mom was here she-" His eyes filled with life, the Hard Silver focusing

"Charlie..."

Utilizing what little courage your dwindling rage had gifted you, you continued "She would... she wouldn't want us to-"

But as the words left Your lips a realization came upon you; You didn't know, you didn't even know what she would do, you barely remembered what she looked like... "She would kick my ass." said your Dad, with a sad smile on his face, very suddenly he took you by the shoulders, a very weird tone coming over him "Listen to me; Come home, there is something we need to talk about." his tone was hushed, fast and uncollected

"What?"

"Son, I need you to come home." His voice was quick and adamant, his face wrapped with concern, here it was again; the Weird shit

"What, right now?" Your Father Quickly realized that he was being strange, taking in a deep breath and collecting himself

"We need to talk, about your mother." this was all a bit much, why did he want to talk about Mom now?

"But... I'm supposed to hang out with Jane tonight, and I have class tomorrow?" he sighed with frustration, looking around the room before whispering again

"Tomorrow then, after Class, I'll have Boris pick you up." this was shifty as all hell... but, he seemed concerned, genuinely unsettled

"Okay, dad, Tomorrow."

His grip on your shoulders tightened "Promise me."

"Dad, what is wrong?"

his resolve did not falter "Just, Promise me."

"I promise?" He relaxed some after he heard you promise

"I understand that this is strange, sudden of me, but there are things that I need to explain and I cannot do it here." You had questions, and You would have voiced them too had the ringing of your father's phone not stopped you.

He pulled out his phone, answering quickly and pressing it to his ear "Diana... Yes, okay I'm on my way back now," He looked at you for a moment as the familiar sound of your Older sister's voice rattle on the other side "No He's not coming tonight, He said that he will meet with us tomorrow." Diana was in on whatever this was too? "Okay, alright I'm on my way."

"Dad?" You started, only to be cut off again

"I have to go. Do not forget, Tomorrow after your Classes, do not be late." Before you could even say anything else he had rushed out of the door, vanishing just as quickly as he had appeared.

Standing there, taking all of that in, You muttered a single sentence that summed your thoughts on the Situation "What the Fuck?"

Jane poked her head in, her head full of Mousey brown hair flailing as she looked at You curiously "Hey, He just walked off, what happened?" Taking a moment to think about an answer, you found one quickly enough

"I have no goddamn idea."