All Work. No Childhood.

Chapter 2

As I stand in front of the dried, white painted door of the two floor house, I think back to my first day coming here.
A seven year-old boy walking out the back of a Transport Trailer with chains wrapped around his wrist and nothing but the burlap sack to cover his naked body. However, he wasn't the only one being unloaded as if he were cattle. Looking back over his shoulder, he examined the other seven Kids with him: 4 boys and 3 girls, all wearing the same as him.
To the new Kid of the house, it all seemed bigger then what he thought a mansion would look like. With a shove, the Kids are forced forward by the Teens and filed through the open door. As he steps in and the door is shut behind him, he looks into the firsr room branching off from the hallway.
The room is partially lit by the sunlight that glows from behind heavy, light brown curtains with thick ropes dangling down the side. Old, gothic couches, one set underneath the window and another along the wall adjacent to the door, on top of a dark, wood floor. The walls covered in intricate swirls that twist and curls up along their face.
With a smack to the back of the head by one of the Teens, he resumed his walking, the other Kids following him.
They were stopped abruptly as a woman called out to them. "Are these the new ones he just bought?" She asked one of the teens.
She had very pale skin and snow white, curly hair that puffed out around her head. Her deep set, dark blue eyes reminded him of the "handler" he had when he was growing up on the Farm. She wore a bright red silk gown that hug tight to her body. In her hand was a stick that held out a lit cigarette on the edge of it.
"Yes ma'am," the teen answered.
She pushed him aside and bent down to take a closer look at the boy as she took a quick hit from the stick. She glared at him with narrow eyes, concentrating on him, before letting out a puff of smoke in his face and along the rest of them as she walked by, inspecting the rest of them.
"Alright," she said as she walked back up to the front with a hand on her hip. "Hurry up and get them to him. I want to leave out as soon as possible." She finished as if irritated with having to wait.
The teen nodded. "Yes Mother," he said and tossed his head to signal them to keep moving. The boy leading the small heard of children took one last glance at the woman as he walked past.
"Myke!" Mother called me out of the past as she stood in the doorway in front of me.
"Hello, Mother." I bowed.
"Don't 'hello Mother' me! Hurry up and go talk to your Father so we can go!"
I nod and wait for her to walk pass before walking in. The walls still gave off the same ominous feelings as before. So were the double doors that didn't look as giant as before but still felt just as intimidating as it did back then.
He took a deep breath before knocking on the door.
"Come in."