Time With You

Room 207

I’m totally pissed with what had just happened. Why mom did not discuss this things first with me even before we drive our way here. I can’t complain any more. It’s always been like this, when they talk, it’s already final. I just have to accept this situation slash punishment of mine.

I did not look at mom until we reached the hallway. Mister Williams go ahead of us which seems that he will go to the car. The twenty five year old lady who opened the door for us a while ago went to another room.

I clear my throat then look at my mom. I look at her with my fake pleading eyes. I hate begging for any attention. But I just have to! By now… All I want is to go back home. This is a between life and death situation. Do not want to stay long in this old-house-type building for sure I will die in boredom!

“Mom, this is just too much. I know I have done wrong. I made a huge mistake. I humiliate the name Keller in school. But I am already sorry for what I did. ” I blurted out. I did say sorry but I really do not meant it. I intentionally did that for them to at least notice me.

I continue ranting… “I am a teenager, you know. I am already sixteen. And teenagers are supposed to have a life during summer. Like going to beach, worry free, playing computer games all day long… Chatting with...”

And I was cut when I saw her not listening to me and she’s busy staring at her phone that rings just two seconds from now. She gestured that I must stop talking like the President of the country is about to talk to her.

“…my friends.” I finished my sentence even though I know she is not listening to me.

For sure, it was about business again. The thing they exchange me for.  They used to tell me before leaving me with my nanny that they work hard for me. That’s the routine when I was a kid; they will eat with me by the morning- kiss me in the forehead and tell those words then leave. But how can it be for me if I don’t get the thing that I really want which is their most precious time.

She turned her back to me to pick up the phone. I knew it. It was more than the president. It was my dad.

My mom told that we arrived here in the Heaven Sent Foundation by ten in the morning and that then turned the conversation into business thing. Mom looked at me as she was talking with my dad and gave me a weak smile. She did ask some things about my stay here. I can now sense whose idea is it that I am sent here.  Based on my mom’s responses, it was all of my father’s will.

The 25-year-old lady (yeah I am defining her by age) went back with a hand full of keys inserted in a big metal ring.  She’s a brunette though. She got a pretty face but nothing extra-ordinary.  There’s something in the way she looked at me. May be she’s liking my physique or something. Her right hand carries a couple of royal blue- colored shirts.

“Are this the shirts I ordered?” Mom asked politely while pointing on the shirts.

“Yes, Madame.” She replied as she handed the one of the shirt to my mom.

My mom unfolded the shirt then looked at the print which says, “Do everything all for love.”  And the back print says in all caps letters, “VOLUNTEER.” And below it was the name of the foundation written on smaller font.

She brought the shirt on the sleeves then brought it in front of my chest. “I think this size perfectly suits him.”

And  now… I am being controlled.

“I won’t wear that. I have my clothes.” I protested as I push the shirt gently off my body.

“But all volunteers are required to wear this so they will be easily recognized.”

“But mom!”

“No BUTs. This is final.” She pointed out and then turned to the mid 20’s lady. “Pease, lead him to his room, Miss Carlton.”

“Okay Madam.” She said with a smile and rings the rings on her right hand.

 I just close my eyes for a second and breathe in deeply and followed her path.

As we pass through the 3 meter wide corridor, I am constantly amazed by each of the paintings pinned on the walls. Both my parents are into arts. My dad is an artist and my mom is more on interior designing. They are the ones who made me fall in love with arts. We climbed up the staircase. It was made of antique wood and you can here you footsteps.

“So, you are the son of the founders. You’re so fortunate to have parents like them. ”

I cannot comment. I do not feel that fortunate at all. You know what I just feel now? I feel I am like a prisoner whose sentence has just been received and will now forever be detained. LIFE SENTENCE. It was the end of my life!

We pass through the hallway that is so peaceful that you can hear your own breathe. The lady stopped in front of a room.  Rm. 207. I guess this will be my dark cell… my dungeon. I mean my room where I will be staying all vacation.

She opened the door for me. The room is good for two persons. Two single beds are in with pure white covers with a blue pillow on each. It’s just one-eighth of my room in our house. Oh I will miss it. No television or any appliance and most of all no air-conditioner. Just a ceiling fan.  

“This will be your room. You will not have a roommate though. According to your mom, you are fond of being alone.”

I just nod… I’m a bit amazed. She said it correctly. Did not know that mom has been talking about me.  I sat on one of the beds and say “Thank you.”

“I have to leave you. Here is your shirt that you will use tomorrow.”

“I will start already by tomorrow?” My eyes grown bigger than usual.

“Yeah.” She said with a weak smile. May be she can now sense how I was been forced to be here.

“I will give your room keys by tomorrow morning as soon as I see you. And by the way, the house rules are posted at the back of the door. You can check them out.” She continued.

“Okay.” That’s the only response that  got.

She closed the door and left me alone.

I clasp my one hand with the other to feel warm.  Then draw my face proximal to it as I close my eyes. Thought have been flashing on my head. So many thoughts yet one thing has been quite special.

The image of the young lady came to my mind. The ones I met in the garden  Her waist-level wavy blonde hair was amazing. She is about 5’2 in height. Her face is radiant and her eyes show innocence and elegance at the same time. Am I just attracted to a girl? I shook my head.  No way. Girls are the ones who run after me. But I do hope I can see her tomorrow.

I lied down on the bed with my bag still on my back. And sighed.

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A/N: Hi guys. I apologize if there are errors in spelling and grammar. I tried to make it a bit longer because I do not know if I can update next week. HELL MONTH IS COMING. If you see this note, A BUNCH OF THANKS to you. :) Thank you for reading up to this far. <3

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Lots of love. -R