My dad is a Musician

Chapter 3

Pamella went to meet her mom and she dragged me out too. I don't want to meet new people, but it should be fine if it's her parents.

On reaching the hallway, we saw two people, a man and a woman both golden haired and fair skinned come in. They were in contrast to their daughter's features. The dad had blue eyes but the mom had green eyes. The whole family is quite… good looking.

"Hello." She said it was a bit colder than how she talks to me. She can do this too huh?

"Hello sweetheart, oh?", the mom started as she shifted her gaze from her daughter to me.

She then looked at her husband and then asked me, "Are you her friend?" She was smiling at me but somehow it felt superficial.

I nod. She doesn't seem nice like uncle or dad. She feels different. Something is wrong here. No wonder Pamella is so cold to them. She feels it too.

"What's your name?"

"He can't speak." Pamela said.

"Oh, I am so sorry, I didn't know."

I took out my notebook and said it was ok.

"That reminds us, who are your parents?" The man asked.

Here it is. A typical behaviour of high class people is to befriend those who benefit them and throw them away after using. Dad asked me to stay away from these kinds and just say his name if they become overbearing.

'It's Daniel Lafelle.'

"The famous pianist?" The dad asked.

I nod.

"I had no idea he had a son…", the woman starts, "That reminds me, don't you have to reach home?"

'It's still 7.30 pm.'

"It's 9:30, dear.", Mrs Scroll says.

'No! The clock in her room was at 7.30.'

No no no! Please Dad will lecture me again and no junk food for a long long time!

"Ah! That clock is… 2 hours behind…", Pamella said slowly.

"And you are telling that to him now?!" Mrs Scroll raised her voice. Pamella seemed to be taken aback suddenly but even I flinched. She is scary. Pamella, how will you manage to sneak out tomorrow?

"Calm down, sugar." Her husband called out to her, "Let's leave him home first. You can talk with Pam later."

"Yeah. Come on. Oh ya, what's your name?"

See? She is more interested in the power I hold.

'Leon.'

"Did your dad name you based on your eye colour?" She asked, smiling. I nod in response.

We soon got down and towards our building. But they were walking so fast! It was a problem to keep with them. At the end, I gave up and stopped. They walked a few steps ahead until they noticed.

"What happened, dear?", Mrs Scroll said coming back and then crouched down to me as I wrote my point and showed it to her.

"Oh, so sorry. We didn't notice. We will walk slowly."

Thanks!

"You want to hold my hand?" Mr Scroll asked.

Eh?

"We might increase the pace again. It's better to hold hands in case you get left behind. It's not safe for kids like you at night after all."

What he said made sense and I did hold his hand but when we reached the hallway of the floor, he left it and asked for me to go first. Dad will kill me!