TABOO (slow updates)

TWO

I wake up from a rare peaceful slumber, they didn't occur regularly because my slumbers were usually interrupted with a series of nightmares so feeling that little tinge of disappointment tugging at the threads of my heart wasn't at all shocking. I rub my eyes coming to acceptance that I couldn't continue dreaming and that reality had to come staggering back down on me. I close my eyes trying to catch the fragments of the dream, trying to hear the sweet lullaby my mom always sang to me but it was gone. I wasn't very good at grasping dreams. They were out of mind the minute my eyes slammed open. But its sibling, nightmares haunted me for days.

I am tugged out of my dream catching by a soft knock. Two shadows of legs were peeping at me from the small opening at the bottom of the wooden door.

"Go away," I throw the blanket back on myself and look towards the winking stars and the big yellow moon that cast dancing shadows on the reflecting wood floor.

Groaning when another soft knock is sounded from my door, I frustratingly throw the blanket off of me and stomp towards the door.

"I said go..." the tan young man from earlier was standing right in front of me with his head held low. He was tall, really tall and even though I looked up at him I couldn't see anything of his face in the dark, not even the moonlight was helping.

"Tell them I'm not hungry," his head slightly rises to look at me but all I could make out was the whites of his eyes.

"Sorry Ma'am your dad demands of your presence immediately," his voice was deep and heavily accented. I frown at him suddenly hating his presence that thought it was appropriate to come knocking at my door and reminding me of the existence of that man I deigned to call dad.

"Go away," he took a step back away from me.

"Ma'am please," the same desperation in his voice like that from his old friend with the same uniform. It had a tinge of fear in it and I didn't understand why.

"Are you okay?" For the first time since our encounter he completely raises his head from the floor to look directly at me, the shadows on his face not helping at all in deciphering the look on his face.

"Im just asking because you seem scared?" For a fleeting second I thought I saw the shadow of a smile but I couldn't really decipher much as all I could see in this overwhelming dark hallway was his silhouette.

"Im-Im fine," I nod and shrug on my coat that was lying on the book racks next to the door.

"We can go now," he nods and turns on his heels to lead me downstairs. The light from the first floor welcomes us and I quickly turn my head to him, to actually look at him but his head hang low and all I could make out was his tan skin and jawline, it was like looking at him from two storeys up all over again and it didn't help my frustration one bit. It didn't help the anger that was building up, storing away in my bones as it waited like a cunning cat to finally launch.

I notice the gulp going down his throat as I continued to stare at him shamelessly, undoubtedly I was making him feel uncomfortable so I divert my stare from him to the stairs that descended to the ground floor. Dad and his mistress already settled at the long marble table.

The young man quickens his pace as we reach the ground floor and another pebble of saliva travels down his throat. Dad raises his head to look at him and they silently stare at each other for a second or so before the young man stumbles away, nearly tripping on his own legs, ashy bare legs I notice.

"I'm not hungry," his eyes go up and down my body and his face pulls back in an expression I couldn't decipher but looked very much like disgust.

"You are losing weight, you are becoming flimsy," the table was huge, I eyed a seat at the far end of it that was concealed with shadows and far away from the flirtatious smiles the mistress threw at my dad.