It was a slow week after the somewhat unexpected conversation between Azeil and Oliver. It's been harmonious atmosphere between them in the sense that there were no high tensions. Oliver had a lot to think about since their conversation. He had to be honest with himself, which he still is coming to terms with.
Often times he would just stay in his room reading a book off of the book shelf in his room that was placed in his room for who knows how long. Small things like this reminded him of his grandpa which would then lead him to thinking into a spiral of anxiety and sorrow. Though he hated going into those episodes, he really loved reading. It was his escape from his problems.
Just like now, he was reading about the main character overcoming his greatest fear, when he heard a knock on his door. He closed his book but didn't move from his lying position.
"Yes?" Oliver called out.
"Come down into my office in five minutes, thank you." Azeil responded and left from outside the door.
Oliver's face frowned at his reading being interrupted at an important moment for the main character. Also feeling the emotion of anxiety from his past experiences in the office. Hasn't been the most enjoyable place to be at. Especially with him. He was thinking about stalling and taking longer than five minutes to come up with the excuse of 'losing track of time'. But, he decided against it to avoid the possibility of a sore bottom. The stinging sensation had still been there when he sits on flat surfaces.
He makes his way downstairs straight to the office. He's been starting to memorize where things are in this huge mansion. He started feeling nervous as he approached the forbidden room where the unforgettable happened not too long ago. He paused before opening the door debating whether he should go in obediently or wait a little while longer. Though waisting out here wasn't going to stop whatever was going to happen in there. Again, like sensors, his brain flooded back to the intense spanking he got. He felt his ears get hot as he thought about how a 15 year old teenager got his ass handed to an old man. Well, not that old, he looked about 26 when he wasn't angry. This lead to another connecting thought of his sporadic brain; he didn't know how old Azeil actually was.
"You've been standing out there for three minutes. Is the door going to bite you?" A teasing tone that was recognizable as Azeil asked from the office. How did he know he was outside waiting. Could he hear his breathing? Was he talking out loud? Did he make too many subtle movements? Thoughts swarmed Oliver's young head.
It was no sense acting invisible now; he was already caught. He accepted defeat as he walked through the quiet office with a shy vibe about him as he sat down across from Azeil in one of the comfy chairs. He looked around the office while Azeil was typing something into his computer with an engaged look on his face. As he was looking around in the silent room, he noted that Azeil often keeps his drawers closed and locked. Almost everything seemed that way other than the small section of the room that was dedicated to a petite little library, Oliver thought.
He should probably find the keys, fast, to the drawers. He would bet money one of those enclosed spaces held a secret about where his grandpa was at and how to reach him. Thought his scheming would have to be put to a stop as Azeil finally set his work aside and focused his sights on Oliver.
"Alright, let's get straight to business", Azeil began with a determined look on his face.
"This week will be looking very differently than the last three weeks you've been here. I'm going to explain a lot so stay with me." He didn't even ask Oliver if he was ready and just moved on.
"This week I have to go back to work and my brother, unfortunately, cannot stay and watch over you. So, you will have a bodyguard with you at all times and he will report to me if anything happens. That means that you will do what the bodyguard says, you will be respectful to the bodyguard, and you will not give the bodyguard a hard time. Like I said, that bodyguard report's back to me everything you do, and so help me god, if I find out you have been misbehaving I will leave work and come here to give you a reason to behave. Do you understand me?" Azeil asked.
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General FictionI was bored so I wrote this... A 15 year old boy named Oliver was living his life happily with his old grandfather in his small cozy house with enough room for just the two. That was until his grandfather couldn't take care of Oliver anymore and sig...