I woke up to the sound of chirping birds. The light-golden hue of the morning sun launched its beams into my room like a cinema projector would, giving my room a warm feeling.
A subtle awareness of who I am pops up after a moment or two of staring at the sunrise. The ticking clock hung to the left of the door pointed to 7:24 AM, implying my mother is awake as well.
"Good morning, dear." My mother arrived at my room with a cup of tea. The sunlight reflected onto her captivating eyes. The gentle sun rays hit her face and made her skin glow.
A sight I'd never say no to.
"Good morning." I returned, giving her a gentle smile.
She sets the mug down onto my nightstand. The mug echoed the sun's hue and the nightstand beneath's darkness. I took a small sip of the tea-
"Ahh!"
it was recently brewed and I slightly burned my tongue.
I got off my bed and carried my painfully hot mug of tea along with me downstairs to the kitchen and placed it on the dining table. I took a longer sip of the now less-hot mint tea.
"Do you mind if I turn the radio on?"
My mother inquired as she approached the radio.
"I don't mind." I merely added.
[97.7 FM]
The static of the radio continued for a moment before a radio host could be heard.
Updates on the vaccine, Erick Foster, who works with the chemist and company owner, Dr. Dean Miller, had officially announced that the vaccine is operating well and is currently still being experimented on. However, bad news is that one shot of the vaccine can range from a hundred to two hundred dollars! An astonishing pri-
My mother turns the radio off in awe. Looking at me with eyes as wide as saucers.
Radios are not in my favor this week.
I suddenly spat my tea at the mentioning of Erick publicizing my progress.
"What?!" I yelled, wiping the spilled tea with a handkerchief, "And to think he was of any good use."
"It was your vaccine partner, wasn't it?" My mother placed her hand on my shoulder, trying to comfort me.
"Yes, he became money hungry ever since I was close to completing the vaccine's formula."
"I presume he is using you?"
"He probably is at this point."
I sighed as I took my mug to the sink and washed it.
"I'll have a talk with him today and try to settle things out," I blankly said as I scrubbed the mug with a sponge and dish soap.
"Stay safe while you're at it." My mother smiled as she picked up a plate of breakfast to my sister.
I rinsed off the soap and placed the cup on a drying rack.
As I was changing and preparing myself, I contemplated whether Erick would even come or not, and to take my precautions, I will expect having to visit his family's manor.
Considering that he would know that I would be mad at him for not going to the laboratory yesterday and for publishing my progress.
Tsk, of course he wouldn't. A coward like him wouldn't dare.
I bid my goodbyes to my mother and sister and drove to the laboratory.
"Hey, Dean. Busy?" Laura greeted me as I enter the laboratory rushed.
"Yeah," I replied.
"Had Erick come to the laboratory today?" I questioned in hope for Erick being here.
"I reckon he hasn't arrived here since the day before yesterday." Laura rubs her arm in disappointment.
I nodded in response.
Frustrated, I went back outside and drove to his parents' manor.
This time, the radio switched on by its own will.
[97.7 FM]
"No." I declared to the radio as if it's talking to me, quickly shutting it off.
Passing what seemed to be other houses of filthy rich people, I found a manor that seemed to look like Erick's for as far as I remember.
They all look the same anyway, it's just that his has no trees around it.
"Pfft, says a lot" I commented under my breath, a hint of mockery in my voice.
I was about to knock on the door until I heard clear voices discussing something.
"Great! Do not let him profit from it either, manipulate him to get all of the money for yourself." An unknown voice added, which I assumed to be one of his family members.
I got closer to the large door and placed my ear against it, although it would be me eavesdropping, I need to know what is causing Erick to be this way.
"I don't have the vaccine solution, nor do I know how to make it, how will I?" A voice questioned which I recognize as Erick's.
"Persuade him tomorrow, he is gullible enough to trust you." Another unknown voice replied.
I chuckled at the realization that I had been foolish enough to let him continue "working" with me all this time.
Silence broke in, alarming me they must be aware of an unwelcoming presence.
My laughter died down.
Sadness and anger, the intertwined emotions bubbling inside of me. He was bad at hiding his lies, and bad at convincing me.
But I really could've handled this better.
I went easy on him and thought that perhaps he was having a bad day, but that whoever's voice that is, is very right; I am gullible.
I couldn't hear a word. I finally agreed on knocking on the door. I knocked a rhythmical knock to let Erick know it's me.
The large door is opened to reveal a sweating, wide-eyed Erick.
"Good morning." I gave him a knowing look, crossing my arms in the process.
He simply stared for 10 seconds, until his mouth finally opened.
"You heard that, didn't you?" He asked, sighing.
"Take a guess, Foster." I glared daggers at him and didn't break eye contact.
"You did." He faintly whispered, but it was loud enough for me to hear.
"Is that really what you're doing this for? Materialistic indulgences?" I spat out with gritted teeth, topping over him.
"Yet still, you think so highly of yourself despite how greedy and shallow you are, and dared to blame me for loving my sister." I stepped closer to him, making him shutter for a moment.
"I just—" Erick stuttered, however, I interrupted him.
"I don't want to hear it, save your breath for as long as you still have it," I ended the conversation and drove off.
I clutched the steering wheel aggressively out of anger, but I was calm enough to be able to drive, for I am a comprehensive driver after all.
I finally parked, deciding that I wouldn't dwell at the laboratory today, I went back home. This time, home suddenly didn't feel like home.
It felt overwhelming in there, like it had a distressed aura emitting from it. I felt uneasy in my own home for the very first time.
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Remedy 07
Historical Fiction(Quick read) Renowned scientist, Dean Miller, had recently discovered the potential cure to the Spanish flu of 1918, and is ready to reveal it to the world and his flu-ridden sister. However, Erick Foster, his associate, has plans that clash with De...
