Poetic Sound (On Hold)

Chapter 8 Unwanted Reunion

We pulled into the gates of my parents' driveway a half an hour later. The gates had to be about 20 feet tall. On the sides of the house, the fence was hidden in tall bushes. It circled around every inch of their large home, keeping out any unwanted visitors.

The house itself was made out of red and brown bricks. Rose bushes lined the walls in the front. In the front lawn, which was really just a waste of space, was two, big, yellow fountains with a beautiful sculpture of a Greek woman.

The house is basically split into three parts. Of course, the middle often called center, and the two sides, right and left. Each fountain was straight in the line of each "side", both left and right.

When you first enter, the gates are lined up to the middle, but it curves to the right and over to the way right side of the house where there is an underground garage. And of course, their multitude of expensive and classic cars are sitting perfectly in their spots.

My father has a thing for collecting old and classic cars. Even new cars, he buys them to show off and look at. Not a speck of dust can be found on them. They get washed regularly by professionals.

My father, Patric Sonfle, is really a laid back guy. He isn't as demanding as my mother, Melony Sonfle, is. He always made me smile when he was around that is. As a very busy businessman, he travels a lot, but he makes a lot of money doing it.

My mother, well let's not talk about her right now.

The car pulled to a stop in the center of the huge garage. On the left side of the garage is a door that I know leads to the wine cellar and the basement.

Straight in front of the limo is the door that leads to a staircase, which leads to the first floor of the gigantic house. This house has 5 floors plus the basement and cellar.

Vador stands next to the door as I walk through and start up the staircase.

"Your parents will be waiting for you in the family room," Vador said from the bottom of the stairs. "This is where I leave you off. Good day, Miss Poet." And with that, he was gone. I didn't even get to say goodbye.

Continuing up the staircase, I noticed a large number of paintings along the walls. Paintings of my ancestors. How odd. Have they always been there?

A set of double doors was at the top of the staircase. Just as I was about to reach for the handle, they both swung open and there stood a man in a black suit. This was the same man that gave me that dreadful letter. Once again, be bowed.

"Hi. Jeremy, right?" I held my hands together in front of me as I stood there uncomfortably.

"Your parents will see you now."

Now? What, if I would've shown up sooner they'd have to schedule me into their plans? Actually, they probably would.

I slowly made my way to the left wing of the house. As I did, I passed the center staircase that leads to the other floors. A grand staircase with golden hand railings and a long, red carpet running down each step.

Memories.

Another pair of double doors, larger than the last, lead to the living room. For some reason, everyone calls it the family room when there isn't a family in it at all. Same as living room, who in there is really living? Mother calls it the visit room. Insert eye roll here. Visit room as in the room for people who aren't appreciated as much as people who get to go into the parlor.

Once again, the doors were open before I could reach them. And by none other than Jeremy.

"Could you not?" I snapped.

"He's just doing his job, Delilah."

Her voice had me frozen in place. My head was turned to the right, where Jeremy had been standing, but my eyes were glued to the floor.

The clicking of Melony's shoes got louder, telling me that she was coming closer to me.

"Happy Birthday, daughter," she says in a confident voice.

I cringe at her use of the word "daughter." Who even uses it like that anymore?

I tried to clear my throat, but it did little good and I still didn't have a voice.

I finally moved my eyes to meet hers. A neutral, but a little more happy, smile settled on her face.

All my confidence regained. "Hello, Melony."

Her face shook in horror. "Have some respect," she shrieked. "This is unacceptable. I am your mother, not someone you could treat so poorly as you do others."

Oh my, her and her way of saying things. I just got here and shes already finding something to yell at me for. 

"Anyways, please, come in." She gestured to the living room.

Both Melony and I walk over to the couch. As we go to sit, Father stands. What a gentleman. Once we're seated, he sits again.

The three of us sit in an awkward silence. There's no way in hell I'm going to speak first.

"How was America?" Father spoke first.

"It was nice. Everybody was so kind and I met many-"

"We're having a special dinner tonight," Melony rudely interrupted me. "I suppose you have something..." She looks at my clothes. "Nice?"

I, in return look at my dress.

"Or maybe not," she sighed.

"Well, what's wrong with my dress?" I snapped.

"It's just not appropriate for your age."

I laughed angrily. "That's bullshit."

"Oh my goodness!" She gasped. "That is just- do you just- why would you-?" She inhaled deeply through her nose and thought about what she was saying. "Just dress nicely for dinner. Your sister and her husband will be here so I expect you will be on your best behavior. Also, your present will be here. And make sure to wash your mouth," she said as she walked away. ("With bleach." Only joking)

My Father got up too. "I guess we'll see you at dinner. Jeremy will show you your room." And he was gone, just like everyone. Except Jeremy that is.

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Sorry it's been longer than I meant to since I've updated. I'll try to update again this weekend or next week. So what do you think of Poet's parents? Next chapter you get to meet the rest of her family so stay tuned. And of course... Luv you all!!!