I Have Tasted the Forbidden Fruit

Chapter 7: Exchanging Words

(Damiens P.O.V)

I looked over the rest of his wounds and noticed some scars across his back and lower until they disappeared. I didn't mention them though. Scars are like a past. They are there forever reminding you of things you would rather forget and not think about; but when you see them or feel them your instantly reminded of the hurt, shame, and the hell you went through.

It never goes away. Wether you have to live with it everyday or dream about it at night. Either way you never fully escape it. That is what a scar is.

What is the worse kind of scar though? A physical reminder or a mental one?

I stood up and left the room to put away the bowl and the cloth and to give him time to replace his shirt. As I was walking I ran straight into my father.

"Watch where your walking boy!" he growled at me. I had forgotten he was still home. He grabbed my neck and pushed me up againist the wall. He had my hair in a death grip.

"Sir please." I whimpered. I hated to beg. It made me feel weak and nasty.

"I won't be home till late tonight. Be better be prepared." he pulled harder and then let go and left.

I dropped the bowl and just slid down the wall. How much can one person take before they are fully broken? A life time? Years? I may never know but I know I can't handle much more. I knew what he meant to. I knew what was going to happen.

I stood up and placed the bowl in the kitchen and pumped some water into the pail and washed the bowl. I walked back to Samuel and told him I will show him the rest of the grounds.

"Come on." I mumbled.

(Samuel P.O.V)

I knew something was wrong when Damien walked back upstairs. His eyes looked dazed and unhappy and there wasn't even a hint of a smile to his lips.

What can happen between here and going to a kitchen?

We walked down the stairs and he showed me the kitchen first. It was maybe average size. There was a pump for water and a pail to wash eating utensils and bowls and plates. Cupboards were built to hold the food and a table was in the corner where the bread and apples sat. Next to the sink was the oven to cook on and in.

"This is the coolest cupboard where we place the milk and whiskey for my father. And where we keep our glasses so they stay cool as well." he told me.

"Why keep the glasses cool?" that is a very strange thing to do.

"So it keeps the liquid cool in the glass for a while." he laughed. "My fathers father did the same thing as well. I know it is strange but I never question my father." He said that almost bitterly. I want to question him about my new owner but I won't do that now. He doesn't seem to like his father at all. How can you not like your parents? I would give anything to have my family back. To have my father pat my back and rub my head when he was proud. To have my mother embrace me and kiss my cheek. To have my little sister follow me around and ask to help with the chores.

I miss them so much. And they were snatched away from me in a matter of hours.

"Oh. Ok." I replied simply.

"Down that hall is my fathers room. It's forbidden for us to go down there unless summoned so I won't show you. Come on I'll show you where the out house is and the fields we will be working on. I'll also give you a tour of the barn so you will know where the coup is and the cows." he said.

"Other than that theres not much to see. Other than the garden but we don't do that only father is allowed near our garden. He doesn't want it messed up. He'd just get angry." I just knodded and followed. The last family we lived with had a garden. My mother and I used to work it together. I loved it. It was peaceful.

My family and I were one of the lucky families who were not seperated during auctions or moving around from family to family. I was lucky for that but nothing else.
Family can't always save you from pain. Only to keep the loniless away.

We walked outside and we went to the barn first. At the front to my left were the horses and there hitch gear. To my right was where the wagon went to keep out of the way. Near the back to the left was the cow, milking bucket, and a stool to sit on and to the right was the chicken and the coup. At the top of the barn is where you do wood work and keep the feeding seed.

"Your dresser is up there almost finished. I'll have to open the door up there and hoist it down too you." he said.

"That's fine. Why are you making me a dresser or a dresser in general?" I asked honestly curious.

"I like wood work. It passes the time and it is something I want to do with my life in the future. Make things." he shrugged and walked away. Ever since he came back from down stairs he has been acting distance and strange.

What happened?

I learned something about him though. What his hobby is. I don't know what to say though.

"I enjoy reading. My mama use to teach little kids so I was lucky enough to learn. My daddy was always a handy man and said the only thing he needed to read was numbers." I laughed at the memory.

"Reading is ok. It was something I could never really enjoy. I prefer to be outdoors." he replied.

That was our first true conversation. Where more words were said than just knods and grunts.