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TWO YEARS AGO
We travel to a place farther beyond the crumbling house Videlle lives in, but to a secluded area where a huge mansion is placed. All the lights seem to be on and all the servants are doing last minute tasks. In one of the rooms, a man with a pudgy face has his face hidden in an ancient looking book, with his fingers stroking his beard. The room is surrounded with prehistoric books and different assortments of antiques placed all over. He has short black hair with gray dusting all over it and striking cold gray eyes. On the side of him, stand two nurses who have a tray of strange looking medicine on a tray. He’s hooked up to machine and wires are sprung all over his body, trying to help him breathe. Every so often, he coughs out loudly and wheezes, putting his hands over his mouth while the nurses cower over him, injecting strange shots to his arms. The man relaxes and goes back to reading the book he had his interests set to.
There was a soft knock at the door. “Come in,” the man yelled in his gruff voice, wheezing his hardest.
Both the nurses retreated from their spots and opened the door. Once they saw who it was, they bowed almost all the way to the floor and said together in unison, “Welcome home, young master.”
“Oh, my boy! Forrest, come in, come in!” Mr. Twinge said eagerly, motioning his hands for him to come forth. He pointed to the two nurses and said harshly, “Out!” They both left out the door in step with each other with their heads sulking to the floor. “What do I have the honor of my son coming to my studies?”
Forrest looked towards the floor and clutches his fists to his sides. “Deals off. I’m not doing it,” he says softly, as if ashamed of admitting it.
Mr. Twinge cocked his head to the side, stroking his head. “No? That will not do. That is not the answer I wanted to hear.” This time Mr. Twinge got up from his arm chair and removed all the wires hooked up to his body. He towered over his son, making Forrest look away from his father’s eyes. Behind all of this, a beeping sound flared alive from the corner of the room. It seemed to get louder and louder and soon both of the nurses were outside the door.
“You alright, master?” They said in unison, worry in their voices.
“Father! I heard your machine going off. Are you alright?” A man came bursting through the door, worry on his face. He took one look at his father and gasped at the sight of his brother and Mr. Twinge out of his medical wires. “What the hell did you do, Forrest?” he growled.
Forrest winced, not looking at his older brother.
Mr. Twinge’s tense face disappeared and he sighed. “I’m…fine, yes, I’m fine. Thank you,” Mr. Twinge yelled rudely to the nurses that were leaning in at the edge of the opened door looking eager. Mr. Twinge was clearly frustrated. “Thank you, Darien. Where’s Sunny? Since both of my boys are in my studies, why not call for a reunion!” Mr. Twinge sang happily, sitting back down on his armchair.
“Urm, well you see, father…” Darien started, fiddling with his thumbs. “Sunny left a note with a servant saying he was leaving for a while to find his soon-to-be wife,” Darien mumbled, looking at the floor.
Mr. Twinge’s eyebrows furrowed. His hands gripped the arms of his chair. “Speak up, boy. I cannot hear you.”
“He…h-he--!”
“SPEAK UP, DAMNIT!”
“He ran away!! He’s not coming back!” Darien yelled, shutting his eyes shut and began to shake in fear.
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Unlocking the Key to My Memories
रोमांसIt seems as if Videlle's life is just beginning. She's seventeen and all other civilians treat her like some sort of monster. But why? She has never done anything to anyone nor has harmed a single fly. She's been through hell and back with all of t...
