People change the past doesn't.
We pulled up to a huge house, it was more like a mansion. My mouth hung open, i had never seen anything this beautiful. It was modern but also had the delicacy of ancient features. I have no way to describe it in words, i only know it's the most beautiful thing that I've ever seen. A man opened the door for me and i jumped out. The doctor had given one of the men painkillers, before we were all dragged out. It's made me feel so much better.
"I had this specially built, all the rooms have a purpose and a function. It has the best security measures in place without being intrusive." We walked through the grand solid oak doors, "the whole house has a titanium frame, so there's no way it would come down in a earthquake or explosion. " i raised an eyebrow. "Being the gang leaders kid is not gonna be easy, I'm not gonna lie, there are certain expectations and rules you need to abide by. But it also comes with its perks." With that he opened a door to a room and it was massive, a kingsized bed was against the wall on the left. There was a floor to celling window opposite me and on the right wall it had squares cut out of the wall so it acted as a storage unit. The celling was like 2 stories high, it was amazing. "Of course tomorrow you can go into town and pick up some stuff to decorate the room, you can paint the walls if you like, anything you like. May i ask how old you are?!" I looked from the room to him, " 13 nearly 14, are you coming with me tomorrow? To town?" He looked sad "unfortunately i need to Finnish up some business, but if i get some free time I'll meet up with you." He gave me a reassuring smile. "You can explore the rest of the house on your own, you must be tired, i think it's best if you get settled down, if you can't sleep there's the remote." I looked around "where's the TV?" He grinned and pressed a button on the remote. At that moment a TV came down from the celling and lowered its self to face the bed. "If you press that button, " he pointed to a button at the bottom of the remote "the TV will follow you round the room, so it will face you where ever. Just don't lose that remote, or break it " we both grinned. "Good night son."
"Night dad."Once he left i stripped down to my boxers and climbed into the comfiest bed I've ever been in, i put the TV away and placed the remote on the bed side table. I was suddenly consumed by how tired i really was. I was finally happy. Finally.
I allowed the darkness to swallow me. And then there was nothing.
~*~
I woke up and let out a long sigh. My back didn't hurt for the first time in a long while. Getting up i noticed a note on my desk with a spare change of clothes which consisted of: Calvin Kline boxers, a pair of jeans, a comfortable plain grey cotton shirt, socks and a black belt. All designer, of course. I turned the TV on to the music channel and got dressed. I went into the on suite and saw a toothbrush and freshened up.
I came back to see the note, i completely forgot to read it. I was too consumed with the new clothes. I hadn't of gotten new clothes in ages, and when i did they certainly weren't designer. Oh yeah, the note, It read:
Dear son,
When you are ready and had breakfast, tell the men in the kitchen and they will drive you to where ever you want to go. Don't worry about money, I've got a lot of it and wouldn't miss any of it. So get what you want.Love,
FrancoSweet, i jogged down the stairs and turned right following the smell of a fry up, and the noise of chatter. "Morning" i said and they all looked up. They were all wearing suits like the men yesterday with Franco. Must be like a uniform or trade mark for when their working. "The kids alive!" One of them mocked he had a huge grin on his face, even with the tattoos all the men were quite handsome. "So, you want some breakfast kiddo?" Another asked, the atmosphere in the room was laid back and fun. I couldn't help but smile. "Yeah, as long as you didn't burn it. " they all laughed "ha, i think you will find that we didn't cook it so you don't have to fear food poisoning or anything like that. Franco has a private chef and we wouldn't want to make him redondent, would we?" I couldn't help but feel happy in there company, they already felt like brothers. "So i can eat then?!" I laughed and took a eat next to them on the island. "So what you wanna do today kiddo?"
Suddenly i remembered i had school i looked at the clock 8:30, oh god i am so late. "I've got school!" I jumped up. "Whoa, hold your hoarse kid! Your taking it easy, doctors orders!"
I sighed a sigh of relief "ok, i don't know maybe pick out a poster or two?"
"Oh come on if your decorating your room it's got to be awesome, sooooo i was thinking...
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