Darkling

15. Tea Please

Weeks had passed and I was able to get my cast removed. My stitches were also removed, and my wrists, thigh were almost healed. Adrien, Maman, and I had settled into a routine, besides doing checkups with the doctor. Adrien went to school while Maman taught me at the mansion. Surprisingly I could remember what we discussed. Eventually, Adrien had told me that due to an incident that had caused me to have amnesia. While my brain was healing Adrien decided to schedule sessions with a professional to help me regain my memories. Whatever those memories were I had no idea, but I was looking forward to retrieving them.

The day of the first session had finally arrived; while sitting on the grand piano's bench with my crutches next to it. While waiting for Adrien my fingers grazed over the keys. Slightly pressing on them the sharp sound echoed throughout the room. Now and then my wrist would shake. Though there was so much improvement from weeks ago. My mind still couldn't remember what caused my incident. The scars forming on my skin expressed a deeper story that spoke volumes!

'Why would I do such a thing to myself? What had caused me to go over the edge?'

My mind had some of the puzzle pieces. To work with but not the image of what the puzzle was to look like. Pressing down on more keys though the notes were in a disarray.

'What was my life before the incident? Maybe it is a good thing I'm going to this session. Well, if I ever get there, where was Adrien?'

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng what are you doing in my house?" Turning around there stood an older gentleman in a white suit. He was wearing glasses and had grey hair and was very tall. Furrowing my brows while trying to place why he looked so familiar. Gasping as I realized that he was indeed the man from the portrait with Adrien.

'This is his father in the flesh.'

"I'm sorry?"

"I am the one who asked you a question first." His voice was cold as the Seine.

'Wait, the Seine, why am I comparing him to a river?'

"I live here" his eyes narrowed at my response. He opened his mouth to say something only to be interrupted as Adrien walked into the room.

"Shit" he hissed looking between his bewildered father and me. A small pink bag was dangling from its string as Adrien carried it. "Father, I can explain," Adrien said as he walked over to me. His father was staring daggers at him.

'What was there to explain?'

While Adrien helped me to stand gave me my crutches. Placing the bag over my shoulder, it was a pretty bag, and it had a cursive M on it.

"What is she doing here Adrien?!"

"Father, I promise to tell you everything. But Marinette has a session to get to." With that Adrien helped me walk past Mr. Agreste. Together we walked to the car that was waiting for us. Piling into the vehicle I looked out the window to see Maman standing beside Mr. Agreste.

'Strange.'

"What was that about Adrien," I asked placing my head on his shoulder.

"Looks like my father has returned early from his business trip."

"He looked very upset, did I do something to upset him?"

"Absolutely not and don't you ever think that, ever! Gabriel Agreste is just a miserable man; who just happens to be my father."

"Oh" pulling away from him I grazed the bag's fabric. Pulling the clasp opened, reaching inside I pulled out a folded envelope. Unfolding it I read that it was addressed to Adrien, looking at him I placed it in his hands.