Vengeance

0.3- and I havent found a drop of life

"And I haven't found a drop of life.."

I found the residence which I would be staying at for the next few months. It was a big home, Victorian style. Millions of windows which I would learn to hate. I really liked darkness when sleeping. I walked into the big mansion and shut the door quietly behind me. I was to find a woman named Imogen. I had no idea what she looked like, but I knew she was a mother.

I started to walk down the hallway which the front door was located in. The floors creaked under me.

"Who's there?" A voice said.

A woman in her middle ages walked towards me, a towel around her neck. She was a skinny little woman with salt and pepper hair.

"Ah, you must be Harold. Marco has told me you would be coming. He didn't tell me you didn't have manners however." She said turning her back from me.

I hiked my backpack higher on my back as I followed her throughout the home. "Im sorry ma'am, I didn't mean to be rude." I blurted out to her.

She walked into a humongous kitchen and started to cut a carrot. She gestured for me to sit on the stool across from her. I sat down on the stool and watched as her small delicate hands diced and sliced the carrot.

"Harold," She started.

"Harry." I interrupted her.

Her eyes met mine as she silently scolded me. I cleared my throat and looked at her. "Harold, what brings you to Oregon?" She asks.

"Marco, is helping me with something." I say.

She wipes off her hands on the towel around her neck and looks at me. "Any person that I do not know that walks into my home, doesn't knock, and interrupts me while I speak; has no secrets in my home." She said.

"Imogen-"

"Mrs. Clark to you." She says as she comes beside me and smacks the back of my head.

"Mrs. Clark," I start and duck with my hands guarding my head.

She smirks at me and nods, walking back to her side of the counter. "Good boy." She said.

"I am here for my mother." Was all I said.

Imogen nodded and looked at me. "I will get my Grand Daughter to take you to your room." She says.

I shake my head. "I can find it. How hard can it be to find a room?" I say as I start for the stairs.

Imogen just laughs as I walk away towards the stairs. I take the stairs and wince every time they creak. The noise hurt my ears more than anything. Once I get to the top floor I look down both ways of the long hallway. I walk to the end of one side and open all of the doors. There has to be twenty doors in all on this one side and none of them are my room. They were all storage and just empty rooms.

I walk to the other side of the stairs and open the millionth door of the day. When I open it there is a girl laying on her bed. Her eyes are closed and she is breathing heavily. I turn my head to the side as I finally register what she happens to be doing. I cough slightly and begin to back out of the room.

But unfortunately luck is something I never had. The girl looked at me and she dropped her jaw and stopped moving. I hide my eyes and begin to blush brightly.

"I am so sorry!" I say quickly and shut the door behind me.

I walk further down the hall for a second before the same door opens and I hear footsteps. My arm is grabbed and I turn around. Familiar eyes are looking at me. Gina, from the diner.

Her jaw drops as she looks at me.

"What are you doing here?" She asks me.

"i-uh-am-i-am-uh-" I stutter. I cant get over what I saw in her room.

I couldn't get over how undeniably sexy it is to see something like that. I was highly embarrassed though.

"Well?" She asked.

"Im staying here for a few months." I say.

"Months?" She blanches.

"Yep, months." I say. "Could you show me to the room I am staying in?" I ask her.

"Room next door to mine." She snaps and starts walking away. She stops suddenly and walks right up to me.

Her eyes are at my nose. This girl is seriously tall. "If I ever catch you creeping in my room again, Ill cut your balls off. Don't try me British boy." She snaps and walks off.

I furrow my eyebrows and walk into the room I will be calling home for the next few months. The room is spacious with a king sized bed in the middle of the floor. There are two dressers and a chair. The walls are dark and there are a few pictures of trees on the walls. The bedding was black. I lay my backpack on the bed and reach into it.

I unfold the picture and put it on the dresser. That was the only thing I cared enough about. That was the one thing that I needed for this whole stay. I had more things being shipped here from Marco. I had only packed a few pieces of clothing with me. It was all I could fit in my backpack. I had to travel lightly. I grabbed my phone from my bag. I finally turned it on after five days. When it was fully on I had 45 missed calls from my father, my cousin Daughtree, and Marco. I had text messages too but I just disregarded those.

I pressed call and called Marco back.

"Well hello stranger." Marco said.

"Hey Marco."

Marco was like an uncle to me. He had been there my whole life. He had helped me with every problem better than my own father did.

"Have you made it to Imogen's?" He asked.

"Yes, but you didn't tell me-"

"That's Oregon women. Irate." He said.

"You've got that right." I said.

Marco laughed. "Tomorrow you need to go to Astoria ID. You need to talk to LauraKate." He said, getting down to business.

"Marco what more can these people do for me? Its been 19 years." I said.

"Well LauraKate can help you get your head from your ass and help you look for things there. That was the last place your mother was seen, Harry." He said.

"Explain how I was born in England then, Marco." I said.

"That is where LauraKate will help you over the next few months Harry." He said.

I sighed. "Fine." I said.

"Ive got to go Kiddo. Remember to ask for LauraKate ad Astoria ID." He said and then hung up.

I sighed once more before exhaustion caught up to me. I fell asleep quickly.