I Know Who I Am, Father-in-law.

Stay away from us.

Chapter 2.

Stay away from us.

Elvis was weak when he woke up; his muscles were overstressed, and his head hurt so bad he squeezed it in his hands. He struggled to sit up, which he did with no one's help, though there were people inside the room with him, he was left to struggle alone.

"Water." He grumbled with his hand stretched for a grab, and he was given. That was the first time he would be tasting something in three days.

He was calm when he was done gulping the whole 1-litre bottle, and he relaxed on the bed with his eyes closed.

Suddenly, he realised his position, his eyes snapped open and he jolted when the eyes on him hit him hard. They were creating holes in his skin and staring at his soul. He flinched.

There in the room were all the Moore's family. Every one of them.

The Moore family had three children with their parents, and Elvis's wife, Camila, was the only girl and youngest among them. Her brothers, Evans and Edward were married.

They had their houses, condos and penthouses all around the world, but most times, they stayed in their father's house with their wives. They both were without a child yet.

"Really father? This is the man you married your daughter, my beloved sister, to?" Evans questioned Jordan bitterly. He loved Camila so much, and if it was his wish, he would have hoped that she never married.

Edward chipped in as well, "And not even to a young man, but to someone I can confidently call a sir!"

"Calm down, darling," Edward's wife, Mia, tried to calm him down with a pat on his arm, but he shoved her away.

"Don't tell me to calm down! You never really like that I love my sister more than I do you, right?"

"That's not it, I just..." She cut herself off when she saw that Edward was not listening to her. She sighed, but when her eyes returned to Elvis, her glare returned.

So ugly. She thought.

Evans turned to Ophar Moore, their mother, "Mum, won't you call father out of this madness?"

Ophar Moore knew exactly what was going on in her husband's head, but still, she hated that her daughter had to suffer it all.

She turned to Jordan, "I think you should call it quit, dear husband."

"Ophar!" Jordan Moore scolded her, "Don't tell me that you don't know how hard I'm trying."

"Trying?" The children chorused but were ignored.

Throughout their bickering, Elvis was there cringing and praying that everything would be over, he was tired. So tired.

"And you," Jordan snapped at him, causing his toes to coil frighteningly, "You won't be staying in the attic from now on. You'll live in the family house."

"Really?" Elvis was glad, "Thank you, sir."

All of them ruined his gladness with the glaring they cast his way immediately.

He cringed and muttered, "Sorry."

"Also, from today onward, you will attend Camila's school?"

"School? A grandpa in school?" Edward laughed with no humour, "Father must be crazy."

"Watch your mouth, young man," Jordan scolded Edward.

Edward couldn't take it anymore, "I'm out of this craziness!" He stomped off, hitting the floor angrily.

"Darling!" Mia ran after her husband.

"Well, that's all for now." Jordan walked away as well.

Ophar, Evans, and Camila moved closer to Elvis, "Don't be jubilant yet, you just moved into hell."

"Yes, welcome to hell."

They walked away.

Brie, Evans's wife, was left in the room. She stared at Elvis silently before walking away. Her gaze held no disdain, just normal, nothing was on her mind but pity for the poor man.

Elvis was already seeing the danger before him, and yet, he had no memory of what to do or where to escape. All he could do was just go with the flow.

The day was different from the previous ones. He ate and bathed, and his wardrobe had clothes he could change into, though tattered.

In the bathroom, he debated on shaving off his beards, but he feared the look behind that bushy hair. He feared that he would look old like Edward had laughed about.

With his low self-esteem, he dropped the blade and scrubbed the hair to clean it to its fullest.

He was in his room all day, there, he ate everything given to him, and he was grateful.

A knock woke him up the next day, a maid had come by with his school uniform. Three pairs of white shirts and black pants.

No shoe came by, so he had to use the overused shoe he saw in his wardrobe. After dressing up, he felt weird when staring at the mirror.

'Beards in high school? Inappropriate and weird.' He reasoned.

He thought he was going to a high school because of the uniform on him, not yet aware he was admitted to a university as a law student.

His insecurities didn't cause him to change his looks, he decided to go to school looking like that, and he moved out of the room with a small smile. He loved the sound of going to school.

In the sitting room, Evans was arguing with Jordan about whether Elvis would go with Camila in the same car to school, or not.

"No, father, my sister is known as a stylish girl. Do you want to ruin her reputation more? She's just 20!"

"You should know I love my daughter just as much as you love her, I can't hurt her like you're thinking. Also, no one would dare to question her about anything that would get her angry or speechless. Just trust me on this."

"But father!"

"I said I know what I'm doing!" Jordan replied with a growing anger.

Elvis stepped out at that moment, "Good morning." He greeted.

"Greet yourself!" Jordan and Evans snapped at him before facing each other again, casting glares at each other til Jordan relented.

"Fine! He'll walk to school!"

"Better." Evans walked away, intentionally hitting Elvis out of the way with his shoulder.

"You!" Jordan pointed to Elvis, "You trek to school. Don't think about running away, my men have their eyes on you." And he walked away.

Elvis stood there understanding nothing. He didn't even know which school he would be attending, neither did he know the route to the place.

He sighed and gently walked out of the mansion, slowly threading the walkway out of the very lonely estate.

He was holding nothing, so he shoved his hands into his pockets and walked. He was hoping he would see someone on the way with the same uniform he had on.

He had walked 5 kilometres away, and still, nobody wore his uniform, and sadly, neither his shirt nor his pants had the school's tags, logos or badges.

He stood beside the road as his legs were feeling cramps and he waited for a miracle.

Like that, a car zoomed before him, then in a bit, it stopped and reversed to halt before him. The window was winded down, and a woman stuck her head outside.

"Hey, kid." She called unto Elvis.

'Kid?' Elvis repeated and looked around, trying to locate who she must be referring to as a kid, but no one but him was there.

So he moved closer to her, "Yes, ma'am?"

"Do you miss your way to school?"

Elvis nervously massaged his nape, "No, ma'am, I don't know the way."

"Come on in, I'll take you there."

Elvis was amused, "Do you know my school?"

"No."

"Then, where will you take me?"

"Your school, of course, after you tell me where it's located."

"I don't know where."

"How's that possible? You attend a school you don't know?" She laughed.

Elvis said nothing to that.

"Okay, let's do it this way, do you know any popular individual who is attending your school?"

Elvis's eyes showed brightly with hope, and he vigorously nodded his head, "Yes, Jordan Moore. His daughter attends the school." He didn't remember Camila's name.

"Oh, now hop in, that's where I'm heading."

Elvis thought not about any risk that might be surrounding this kind of help, he was very anxious to get to school.

He entered the passenger's seat beside the woman and she drove off.

"You see, my son attends that school too, and like you, today is his first day."

Elvis nodded smilingly.

"Hey, Sammy, say hi to your new friend."

That was when Elvis realised that another person was in the car with the woman. He slowly turned back to see a young, handsome guy staring at him.

One of his ears had an earpiece trapped in it, and the other had earrings dangling all around it. He was young and handsome.

To Elvis, he looked like a rockstar.

"Hi," Sammy muttered to Elvis with a small nod.

"Hi," Elvis responded and hastily took his eyes away, feeling interior and like trash. He cringed.

The woman, Mrs Adams, laughed when she noticed Elvis's change, "Come on, don't be like that. Sammy is just like you, and see, you might be in the same department if you are registered into law as well."

Elvis kept his mouth shut throughout the remaining journey to school.

When they got to school, Elvis kept himself a little away from Mrs Adams after she volunteered to register him in his department.

They got to the administration office and were seated down.

"Where did you work?" That was the first question one of the administrators asked Mrs Adams.

She smiled, and when she spoke, she spoke with pride, "I woke in the Klein's company which is here in NYC."

Elvis's eyes caught the way the administrators composed themselves, and now, with a respectful smile, "Mrs Adams," The respect was not quivering, it was rigid. "Please tell us now what you want us to do for you."

"My son and his friend had just been admitted here. I hope you treat them fairly and justly."

They laughed, "That's not a problem, who will want to offend Mr Klein from the branch?"

"Nobody, I guess." Mrs Adams replied to them.

They got busy searching for names and they quickly found Sammy Adams's own in the faculty of law, but Elvis's own got them searching over and all over.

"What's your last name again? We have searched for Elvis Jordan and Elvis Moore, but nothing of such is in the register."

"I don't know another name apart from those." Elvis let them know.

They would have yelled out his skull but they didn't want to offend Mrs Adams. "I think you're not registered here."

Is this another prank from the Moore family? Elvis wondered with a heavy heart and was on the verge of giving up when Sammy said.

"Search for Elvis Elvis. Since he has no last name, I think."

They did as they were told and didn't search for long, his name was found among the students in the faculty of law, and his picture was there as well.

"Found it. You both are in the same faculty. Welcome to the school, champions."

"Thank you."

"Grab your things in the L2 and L3 locker on your way out."

"Okay."

Mrs Adams gestured for Sammy and Elvis to leave first to grab their things to have a private conversation with the administrators.

"Is anything the problem, Mrs Adams?"

"No, not at all, just a curiosity. I want to know, is Elvis Elvis owing any bills? I'll have to know so that I can pay it all."

"No, he's not. He was admitted here by Mr Moore and his bills were paid."

"Moore? As in Jordan Moore?"

"Yes."

Mrs Adams nodded and stood up. "Thanks for that, I better leave."

"See you again, Mr Adams."

She nodded and walked away.

She got outside and met the guys holding their things in their hands. It was a very tall pile of books that both were struggling to keep cool.

She stood a little farther with her eyes on Elvis, 'Is he a Moore?' She wondered.

The Klein and Moore families were sworn enemies, and the workers of each group had been restricted from associating with each other, but here she was, getting herself tangled with one of the Moore.

Sammy saw Mrs Adams, "Mum, over here."

Mrs Adams went to them forcing on a smile, "Wow! That's a lot of books."

"I know right."

She helped Sammy with some of his books and her eyes moved to Elvis. "I think this is where we part ways."

Sammy stepped forward, "Thought you were ready to help him to the fullest."

"I have done that.''

"He doesn't know his way to the faculty."

"Let him find it."

"But are we not going that way as well?" Sammy argued on.

"Sammy! Let's just leave." Then she faced Elvis, "Stay away from us."