Our main character Everrett was sleeping ever so softly till he got woken up by his butler Baldwin.
''Master Everrett it is time to awaken. The sun is shining through the window and you have a long and busy day awaiting you. First a Violin lesson with Misses Whitlock, then a fencing lesson with Madam Ashford, after that you are awaited at the tailors at 12 PM sharp...''
Everrett groaned droaning out his butlers voice he thought ''its too early for this shit'' but after all he still got up and changed out of his nightgown and into his daily wear which consisted of a pair of grey trousers, a white button up shirt, a black tie and some black leather shoes.
After he changed his attire he entered his bathroom to wash his face, brush his teeth and do his hair.
Poor Everrett didnt know what was awaiting him.
He went down the stairs to enter the dining hall to have breakfast with his parents and little sister. But little did he know that his father wasnt in a pleasant mood.
''Good morning Father, Mother, Sister'' he said entering the dining hall like every morning, then his eyes land on his father well rather to whats in is hands, a ruler. Everrett knew this wasnt a good sign he quickly took a deep breath walking over to his father.
He didnt say anything neither did his father Everrett just pulled up his sleeve showing his fater his right wrist. Before he could even identify what was happening his father already started hitting uppon his wrist, so hard and long till it was red from blood.
Everrett didnt say anything nor did he cry he just pulled down his sleeve and sat down at the dining table in front of his sister, who sat there worried for her older, loving and caring brother.
''Eve... Are you alright?'' Cordelia asked worry standing out in her voice.
''I am alright Cordelia please do not worry about me'' He said with that kind warm smile of his that dosent show often upon his face.
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Its almost 12 Everrett groaned knowing that he has to go to the tailor. He hated the tailor he was always so touchy and inconsiderent seeming like he never heard of personal space but his schedule wasn't changable nor was it negotiable so he just packed his bag and made his way to the tailor...
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Life Repairs
RomanceA boy who has been mentally and physically abused bumps into a person that sparks something in his cold, broken heart. Will those two spend a life together? Or will they spend their lifes afar? But alas there is only one way to find out.
