The Seven Deadly sins

Screw Jennifer

When Will woke up with the fresh burn on his arm he stared at it.

How? What kind of dream was that?! And why did I wake up with this weird burn?

The burn singed his skin and left the sensation scarring his perfect arm.
This is so freaky
Will got out of bed and opened his gold satin curtains to the light from the sun.

Maybe I'm still dreaming?

He touched his arm and pressed on the burn. The sting increased causing him to make a small whimper.

Yeah..definitely not dreaming. But how is this even possible?

The very first thing he did was go to his bathroom and examine his face.

Still handsome. My face is the one thing I will cry over.

Unlike the gold in his bedroom, his bathroom was all white. Everything was neatly cleaned. Will himself could admire how flawless his bathroom was.
I have the best taste..
The water that ran from the sink even seemed pure in its making.

He washed his face with hot water and facial cleanser.

Have to maintain my perfect skin somehow.

Will became very careful in not irritating the burn.
How am I going to explain this one?! I mean I can't tell anyone that it just appeared after a dream they'd think I'm crazy..
Before leaving his room he applied ointment and covered up his arm in his long sleeve.

Seriously? What kind of sick joke is being played on me? Whoever created it, it's not funny.

He made his way down on the glass stairs and dashed to the front door.
Maybe the old man is still sleep,I can get away.
Like always, Thomas was there to greet him good morning.
"Good morning Mr.William!"
Will stood in front of the front door amd scratched his head.
"Uh hey Thomas how's it going?"
Thomas watches Will scratch his head. The sleeve of his shirt sliding down and exposing the red burn mark. Thomas eyes widened
"Mr.William!"
Will jumped at the sudden raise of voice.
"What?"
Will's heart skipped a beat as Thomas walked towards him and touched the burn mark. The burning on his arm increased.
"Ow!!"
There was never a time when Thomas gave Will a look that could kill.
"What happened?!"
"Uhh.."
Think quick!
"Well?!"
"I..uh..was ironing my clothes and it burned me.."
That should work right?
Thomas stared at the burn and into Will's eyes. He let go of his arm.
"Well at least you put some cream on it"
Yes! Stupid old geaser!!
"Uh yea..it still hurts a bit"
"Do you want a band Aid?"
"Um..no,I have to get to school"
Thomas raised his eyebrow.
"Without breakfast?!"
Here we go...
"Yes without breakfast,I'm going to be late"
He sighed.
"Very well,have a nice day Mr.William.."
Will turned around and pulled on the doorknob.
"Oh and Mr.William?"
What now?!
"Yes?.."
"Make sure you take the note on the door with you."
Will reluctantly snatched the note from the door and slammed it behind him.

When Will was younger and his parents first began their adventures, his mother would leave him a note every morning.

Each time Will opened the note it said the same thing:

GOOD MORNING PUMPKIN, SORRY I'M NOT THERE TO SAY HELLO, I'LL MISS YOU AND PLEASE BE KIND TO THE WORKERS AROUND THE HOUSE! CALL ME IF YOU HAVE ANY TROUBLE

LOVE, MOMMY

The only difference in these letters were the dates. Periodically his parents would go on business trips and leave Will alone. The maids only come once a week. This time, his mother was on a business trip with her boss in Dubai, while his father was off on a business trip in between a woman's legs. At least his father never tried to hide that he didn't miss his son.