Father Dearest

A yawn slipped out of my mouth as I stretched my stiff limbs. I had fallen asleep on the wooden desk, and my body seemed to pay for my poor choice in bedding. I noticed the clock on the wall; it was past seven. I had missed dinner, but I'm surprised no one came to look for me, and then I noticed a shawl on the floor. "Oh..." It was Daniela's; I would know that light green shawl out of a crowd and knowing Daniela, she likely came looking for me and found me sleeping. A smile spread across my face at the thought of the woman peeking through the door, and gently watching me work or sleep (which she did often). Daniela may have been a maid, but she was a friend. Twenty years my senior, the woman was something of a maternal figure, but I did have a mother. Did, as in past tense...

There was a portrait of her in my study, I turned my head sadly to it and sighed. Apparently, she looked a lot like me: dirty blond hair, blue-grey eyes and even had my slim and lean build. I'm a spitting image, but I still don't feel any closer to my mother. It's time like these when I miss being younger with Daniela comforting me, but I've grown up. There was no more comforting needed, just more of the hard, difficult times people (like me) go through. I still missed her though...

My thin fingers casually slipped their way through my hair. The atmosphere I was emitting was depressing, even for me. I left my study and the familiar feeling of the room.

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Riley looked half-dazed when I entered the kitchen; and Daniela was too busy yelling at him to notice my arrival, "Mr. Riley, please refrain from drinking alcohol. You simply can't hold your liquor."  Daniela's thick British accent and scolding tone didn't force any sort of reply from Riley. He continued to ignore our maid and shakily lifted a cup to his lips. My eyebrows lifted; amused at fact that Riley was able to chug down an entire cup in one gulp, or what I believed to be one gulp.

"Mr. Ethan! Oh, I did not see you there; would you like something drink or eat?" The maternal switch in Daniela's head turned on when she faced me. I almost chuckled at her toothy smile, but I muttered lowly instead. "Yes, Daniela. I wouldn't mind something to eat." I almost didn't finish my answer. The British woman already tackled the pots in the cupboard and began preparing something to eat.  

Riley finally spoke when I sat down next to him, and his breath wasn't very pleasant, "So, Ethan-boy! Spent your entire day in your little hole, eh? Uncle didn't like that. He even threw a fit when I didn't tell him where you were! Man has a temper..." My cousin trailed off when the sound of loud footsteps could be heard. Speak of the devil, father just walked in and not looking very pleased...

This wasn't going to end well for anyone, especially me...

The End

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