A Collection of Short/Long Stories I've Written;

Chapter Three

So, here's the next part. About three parts left, I think.

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Edward looked in the mirror, content with the way he looked. He always wore a suit, even if it were the weekend, even if he were at home.

He frowned, glancing at his mobile as it buzzed on the table next to his mirror in the bedroom.

“Hello?” He asked with a sigh, glancing at the caller I.D. “Dennis, what do you want?”

His secretary, Dennis, was a young man, in his early thirties.

“It’s an emergency, Edward.”

“What is it?”

“There is a meeting being held, you’ve got to come to the office now.”

“Why wasn’t this put down on my schedule?”

“It was only decided forty-five minutes ago, I’m sorry.”

Edward sighed again, rather loudly – he was a very good actor when he wanted to be. “Dennis, I was meant to spend the weekend with November. I’d promised her.”

“I’m sorry, Edward.” He sounded really sincere.

“Its fine,” Edward snapped. “I’ll be there in a moment.”

He left the house with a large smile on his face, glad to be away from her for the day.

Although when he arrived at the office, his smile turned into a very sour scowl and it worked – it made everyone believe that he was really in a foul mood, pissed that he couldn’t be with his daughter on this fine Saturday.

“I’m sorry, Edward.” Luke, the receptionist spoke upon his entering.

“It’s fine. Let’s just get this over with. Do you have a coffee?”

“Right here,” Dennis replied instead, handing over a coffee for him.

“Let’s just hurry up with this, okay?” He snapped, walking ahead to his office to prepare for his meeting.

Meanwhile, November was awoken by her father, leaving the house to go off somewhere. She got out of bed, and walked over to the mirror. She could hear the hover from outside of her door; obviously Laura was doing the hallway.

November inched closer, towards the mirror, waiting to see exactly what her face looked like.

She studied the new scar, just below her eye. There was a definitive, deep mark in place of where nothing but a freckle should usually be.

The words her father had said last night ringed through her ears, “I’ll make you the girl who cried wolf.”

She traced her fingers along the crescent moon, and blinked. A tear ran from the corner of her eye, and filled inside the depth of the scar, before she wiped it clean with her arm.

She pulled her fringe across from the other side to hide it, before getting dressed.

A couple of minutes later, there was a knock on the door. “Ember, honey, are you up yet?” Laura asked.

“Yes, I’m awake.”

Laura entered the room, and began to make November’s bed. “Your dad had to leave, sweetie. Looks like you’ll be stuck by yourself for the day.”

“It’s fine,” She replied. In fact, she was silently thanking god.

“Do you know what you’re going to do today?”