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clement theodore Cavendish

I walk through the busy streets. My umbrella is so wet that the water is starting to leak through. "Shit, fuck" I say while wiping the water off my face. I begin to run. I arrive at my house. I put away my stuff and Walk into the hall. The beautiful round staircase is the first thing you see. I remember when I moved in. My mom helped me and Lachlan move in when I bought the house. I must've felt good because the house was completely mine. My mom painted a beautiful cherry blossom tree on the stairs like in Paddington. I used to love that movie. I like this house, I feel most at home here. The other houses all have this coldness because I wasn't allowed to be a kid in there. I think that's why I love it here. There's not much fancy about it. Yeah it's pretty big and it's not a terraced house but it's not like it has a huge gate in front of it. I laugh about how weird it is that I'm saying that this is not a fancy house when it clearly is. Maybelline, the maid, is scrubbing the table. "Hello Maybelline" "there's some mail theo" she says "don't forget to take your break" I tell her while laughing. She smiles back. I pick up the newspaper and pick up a good book so I can read that while having my afternoon tea at browns. I grab my gambler and put on my leather gloves. I look outside, the rains stopped so I put on my half long wool coat on. I close the door and put on my hat when I hear someone. "Theo" I sigh and ignore him. I walk away from him he runs after me. I put a cigarette in my mouth and light it with a golden lighter my father gave me, normally I don't use it but my other lighters weren't available. Lachlan stops right in front of me. I stop. "Listen to me Theodore" I blow the smoke in his face "why should I?" I ask him and I begin to walk faster. He has to run to keep up. In between his exhausted breaths he tries to speak but it doesn't really work so after five minutes of that he grabs my coat yanks me towards him and says right in my face "I still love you Theo, don't you get it?" "Oh wow, so it's not that you simply love the comfort of having a fucking rich boyfriend? Isn't it very convenient to have enough money if your job doesn't bring that much money in. I adore your paintings but I don't see them being sold for million Lachlan, I'm sorry but it's the hard truth! so without a rich spouse you'll always be stuck in a fucking loft and I know you'll see that as a failure. So either you needed to marry into money or you needed a miracle where you suddenly get more talent." He looks at me like I punched him. I walk away. "That's low, Fuck you" he screams at me "I already did multiple time" I say "you're a bratty son of a bitch" he screams back I simply lift my middle finger to him. I want to enter an cafe to have a delightful afternoon tea when my phone rings. I pick up "Lachlan I don't have time for this fucking bullshit." "Is this lord Cavendish" "oh I'm so sorry that was incredibly rude, yes that's me. Who's this?" "This is the hospital. Your father has been in surgery as you probably know but be caught pneumonia so we'd like to request your presence." I grind my teeth. Let the fucker die I think but I manage to say something very different "I'll be there as soon as I can" fuck me. I call Maybelline to pack me a suitcase. I call Lisa, my best friend. "Guess what?" "What?" "I'm going back to that dammned manor"


Hi everyone I'm Ethan/dyslectic_demigod. as you can see in my username 'm dyslectic so if you spot any errors please feel free to comment. 

also I want to thank @rWhSaFiA for making this beautiful cover!!


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