Adam recoiled from the horrified sound that came from the new worker. He hated people seeing this, the destruction that came with his anger. “ABIGAIL!” the teen bellowed as he made his way from his room. In the long hallways his voice echoed, coming back to him as several smaller yelps of his sister’s name. 

“What?” She stood in the door way of her own room, located half ways down from his. Abigail was already dressed for bed and it was easy to see that with her messed up hair, Adam had woken her up. 

“That damned—“

“Language Adam, the girl is our worker and she did not know. I will inform her in the morning now get to sleep, alright? Mom and Stephen will be home in a few days so you better be getting your room cleaned for them soon.” Abigail was one person that Adam couldn’t shove around like everyone else in the house. He scowled as his sister brought him into a tight hug; her arms were around his middle. “I love you, little brother.” She teased before saying goodnight to him and slamming the bedroom door behind herself. Adam stood in the hallway alone. Had she really talked to him like he was a kid? 

Stalking away he went to raid the kitchen for a snack. Adam found and apple and he took it to his bedroom. He hated to see the servants, he hated that they were there. That they were judging him. He couldn’t help this anger; Adam didn’t know what he was becoming and he was too frightened to ask for help.