Spilling Our Blood

Chapter two: Taken

Two years later, i turned seven, and i still remember those times i had with my father that i always treasured, and most times they made me cry, because of all those touching moments that i couldn't ever forget.

It was the month of October, and it was getting rather chilly in our neighborhood,with all the leaves turning beautiful golden-brown, and soaring off the tree branches one by one. I remember playing outside in our garden where we had this small apple tree right on the middle of the garden itself...it bore fruits late in the summer, which is an unusual phenomenon because fruit comes early in in summer.

I played there usually in the afternoon when my father would allow me to go out, i sometimes sneaked out early in summer mornings when the sun was not that visible, and steal an apple or two off the nearest branch i could reach.

My father said mother planted it three years before i was born for me, now...it serves more of a remembrance of her.

One morning, i woke up to noises i heard that came from downstairs in one of the halls. I sat up in my bead and listened for a moment, and i realised the noises were voices, with un agreeable tones in them.

So i left my bed, and went down our upstairs hall, which was preferably wide and a distance way from the staircase so i had to jog bare footed in my nightgown towards the stairs. When i go to the stairs, i held the railing, which was smooth metal of admirable Victorian design and marble steps, i descended, trying not to make too much noise, step by step until i had a clear view at what was going on.

I saw my father standing beside one of our red carpets with three men standing on it, one of them looked quite wealthy too, only compared to my father the man had long dark-coloured slacks, a White undershirt, and a black tuxedo-like jacket with a watch i saw in one of the pictures in my Alice in Wonderland books that the Mad Hatter had possessed.

The two men were just normally dressed, not to nice, not to stylish either. Assistants of that wealthy man, i thought to myself.

They seemed to be arguing, my father and that man i didn't know, he was probably one of the people my father knew, but i couldn't quite get who the man really was to my father, a rival in business perhaps. My father was frowning at that man, denying everything he was saying...i wanted to have a closer look, so i bent a'little forward to have a better sight of the happening, but instead it resulted in me falling backward at least two steps down the staircase, luckily catching myself before i fell an further and possibly injure myself.

When i looked back at my father and the three men, they were all staring at me, my father with a very worried expression, and i knew he really wanted to come to me, but the other three men looked at me with frowns on their faces, as if i had just stopped them from winning the argument.

I continued to go down a few steps, since i had already fell half way down anyway, in an awkward position for i fell on my knees, and it hurt quite a lot.

Finally, my father ignored the three of those men and came to me with the same expression..worried and caring, i raised my arms, indicating that I wanted him to carry me, more out of shock than sincere happiness, and he did so.

With me in his arms, safe from harm, my father said to the men, " If you have any problems concerning the company that you yourself got tied into, i shall not take part in begging for forgiveness to the head of the company...my conscience is clear, and you have no right to look at my daughter in that way...i will not be underestimated."

My father said frowning at the man he was talking to, who then raised a finger at my father, who was still frowning and his eyes glowing with dark dislike, and said,

" you will not be forgiven Exavier, never even if the company ever falls apart..."

"Because of your arrogance" my father shot back, and with that, the men went towards our front door and left, Frowning, after giving me a hard, emotionless, and cold stare, which made me press the side of my face to my fathers shoulder in fear of him saying something unpleasant that would cause a further argument...