Blood Tears

Chapter 6

Holy shit! This is the comfiest car I have ever been in. This seat cost more than me, hell even the fucking floor would cost me a leg or two. The only thing that would make this ride better would be if this idiot in the front would actually pay attention to the road and not keep drilling holes into my head. For the hour that we have been driving, my 'father' has been looking at me through the rare view mirror. I tried my best not to squirm under his intense gaze but ended up continuous fiddling with my fingers. Finally, the car began to stop. When I felt his gaze leave me, I took this as an opportunity to finally look up from the ground and peek out the window. I expected to see a house but all I saw was dense forest. Yup. I am dead. This bitch is going to kill me, bury me in the forest, and I will end up on the next episode of Dateline. RIP Ardian Lasota :)

 I peeped more to the front and saw a huge iron gate that was intricately decorated and held by two stone pillars. I then noticed we stopped  for the gates to open. As soon as the car began to move again, my gaze dropped back to the floor. We drove for about ten more minutes until we made our final stop. Without looking up I heard the front car door open and close followed my own opening. I stepped out with my backpack on my semi good shoulder and saw my 'father's' familiar shoes. He then walked away probably to talk to someone. I saw this as my chance to see the place and OH MY FUCKING GOD! THIS PLACE WAS MASSIVE! It was not a house. Oh no no sir. This was the mansion of all fucking mansions. This place screamed luxury and money. If the car costed more than me then this place costed more then my soul and then some. The mansion was a beautiful mix of black, white, greys and beige. It was modern and had floor length windows that even included multiple balconies. I slid my gaze and found that we had driven up a circular driveway with a fountain in the middle. A bloody fountain. Geez. When I heard footsteps approaching me, I immediately returned my gaze to the road. " Follow me farfalla." My 'father' commanded in the same cold tone. Without waiting for a response, he turned around and began walking to god knows where. I mean, he was not going to get a response anyway but damn. I followed him making sure there was at least 5 steps between us. We walked up a set of stairs and then stopped. I heard him punching in some sort of passcode then began walking again.  We were now inside the house and all that was in my view was the pristine cream floor. Damn I can practically see my fucking reflection. I was admiring the flooring when I heard my father shout making jump out of my fucking skin. Luckily I was behind him so I highly doubt he saw it. But like damn bitch. Right by my fucking head. " BOYS GET DOWN HERE!" Almost immediately after I heard multiple pairs of feet stampeding towards us. All I wanted to do was run far, FAR, away from here, but I just hung my head even lower, making sure my hair covered my face. I saw multiple pairs of shoes in my vision but I refuse to look up. 

Nothing was said for a good five minutes. All I could feel was multiple pairs of eyes burning holes into my body. My skin began to crawl from the unwanted attention while my breathing began to pick up. I tried to focus my vision onto repeatedly counting the tiles infront of me in attempt to regain control. "Living room. Now." Someone growled out. Finally someone broke this god awful staring. All the shoes, including my 'father's' , retreated to what I assume is the living room. Now I was left alone in this huge ass place. WHAT THE FUCK AM I SUPPOST TO DO! WAIT LIKE A DOG FOR THEM TO COME BACK AND GIVE ME A FUCKING BONE! SON OF A .... " Hello young master. My name is Sebastian, the head butler. I will show you to your room. Follow me please." Someone said from the side of me causing me to physically jump. Motherfucker appeared out of thin air. I nodded a reply and began our ascent up the stairs. I took this time to discretely look around and admire the foyer. It had a luxurious yet homey feel to it. It was a mixture of black and browns and screamed I HAVE MONEY BITCHES. I also took the time to finally look at Sebastian. I could not see his face as I did not want to raise my head too much but he was wearing your stereotypical butler outfit. He also talked with a thick British accent making him seem like he came straight from the royal palace. After our painful accent up these never ending fucking stairs, we began walking down an equally luxurious hallway of brown, black and gold. I also noticed paintings on the floor but as I was going to admire them, I noticed that Sebastian had stopped infront of a dark oak door. He then opened it and entered with me trailing behind. "I shall leave you now young master. You can freshen up and I will come retrieve you for dinner." he said already exiting through the door, closing it behind him.  When I knew he was out of ear shot I let out a breath I did not know I was holding. For the first time since arriving, I finally lifted my head and OH MY FUCKING GOD. THIS ROOM WAS ABSOLUTELY STUNNING! It was simple yet modern. The theme of black, white and browns created a kind of warm yet fall like feel. I stared in awe, walking around just admiring the room that I now could hopefully call my own. My head whipped in every direction trying to take in every detail when I spotted it. My legs moved on their own as they carried me towards the masterpieces. In a corner behind a small couch stood a few black and white paintings. They were simple yet brought back memories I wanted to remain locked away. Memories so painful I could drown in the paint that covered them. I ripped my eyes away before I could spill unwanted tears and drew my attention to the two other mysterious  doors in the room. I opened the first to a luxurious black and brown bathroom and the second to a freaking walk in closet. It had more space than any amount of clothes I could ever own. I also had my own damn study with a desktop and it was fully stocked with every type of stationary imaginable. Rich people. I decided to take a bath and change in some pajamas as, well that was what I was told to do by Sebastian. I took the clothes out of my bag and rested the bag on the small sofa. I then went into the bathroom and locked the door behind out of habit. You can never be too safe. I stripped out of my clothes not sparing a glance into the mirror as I knew I would be horrified by the sight. I stepped into the shower turning it to cold as I don't deserve warm water. It is a waste of money on someone pathetic like me. 

Around five minutes later, I was done and was changing into my green and brown bear pajamas and brown bear socks. My body protested each movement but I knew I had to eat before I took another tablet. Just as I finished up, there was a knock on the door. Here goes nothing I guess. Time to face the music.

How will dinner go with the family? How will Ardian react to his new life? 

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