Vengeance

0.4- we should never go there

"We should never go there.."

The next morning I woke up to the sun beating heavily into the window. I put my hands to my eyes and rubbed the sleep away. I groaned loudly and stretched my arms. Why was this room so bright? I sat up straight and got out of this comfortable bed. I ran my fingers through my hair as I started to walk to the bathroom.

When I turned the knob it was locked. I put my head upon the door and knocked. There was no answer. After not having a shower for a few days you started to require and odor. One that did not smell the best. I walked away from the bathroom door and I walked out of the bedroom. As I came to the top of the stairs I heard a door open. I turned around and there was Gina. My eyes wet wide as I saw her leave the room that I was staying in.

"You better not be looking at me British Boy." She said and entered her room.

She had been in nothing but a towel. I scratched my head and walked down the stairs in search for Imogen. Once I was on the bottom level I found her in the kitchen again. She was cooking a breakfast. I searched the kitchen for a clock. It was 9 o'clock sharp. Imogen looked at me as she was making a batter of some sort.

"Well good morning Harold." She said to me. "Did you sleep well?"

I nodded and leaned on the counter. "Yes Mrs. Clark." I said.

She smiled at me and walked near me. "Is the room okay?" She asked.

"Yes." I said.

"Great to hear. Mind helping me make the batter?" She asked me.

She didn't want me to help her cook. I would be responsible for burning down her whole house. She would not want me to help. I mean sure if she wanted pebbles for food then I would help. Cooking was a skill that I did not have and it is something that I needed to have.

"Oh Imogen you would not want me to help you cook." I said.

A slap was served to my head. "Mrs. Clark to you." She snapped.

This old woman was bipolar. Just when I thought that she was okay she was turning into a bitter old woman.

"I do want you to help me prepare the food. I said nothing of you cooking." She said as she was moving her hands in circles.

She beckoned me closer to her. I walked toward her as I readjusted the headband on my head. My curls were pushed back from my face and my forehead received air to it.

"Harold do not play with you hair near food! Didn't your mother ever teach you better?" She snapped.

Something inside me broke. I frowned and stepped back from her. I hated when people made comments like that to me. They had no right. They didn't know if I had a mother or not but they should not assume. I despised when people did that to me. I never had the chance to have a mother and people bringing it up only made me feel worse about it. I clenched my fists and started walking away from her.

"Harold get back here." She said.

I ignored her. This may be her house but I am only sleeping here for a month or two. I had no intentions of letting her control me. I didn't like when my own father controlled me and I sure as hell wouldn't let an old woman control me. I walked up the stairs back to the room I was staying in.

When I entered this extravagant room, I stripped my clothes. I pulled at the roots of my hair and closed my eyes. Why did it have to be me that grew up without a mother? I stood up straighter. I couldn't pity myself. It was the life I was given and I needed to take charge of it. I was the only person who could change anything. I had to go see LauraKate at Astoria ID. That's it, all I had to do.