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Chapter 16

It was dark when we arrived in a dimly lit living room. It took my eyes a second to adjust to the darkness. I couldn’t believe I ran away from home. I no longer had to watch my every step around my family. I can be myself. Instead of exciting me like it should, I began to feel shaky. This was all too overwhelming. I needed time to think about what I just did.

“Do you want to talk about it Elliot? Or do you want a tour of the house? I can get somebody to make some food if you are hungry.” Melody said in motherly way.

“No thank you. Is it ok, if I were alone for a little while?” I asked in a small voice.

“Sure. Come on. I’ll take you to your room.” She said and directed me down the hall. The second door down, she opened and let me enter. “If you need anything just call for me.”

“Thank you Melody.” I said. She smiled at me exuberantly before shutting the door behind her.

Naturally, I would have explored my new room, but I was too disheartened to even move. I sank down to the ground, bringing my legs to my chest, and began rocking on the balls of my feet. What had I done? Was this the right thing to do? Of course, Aleksander was probably thrilled I was gone. No more sissy brother to deal with. I knew my mother would be upset in the beginning, but she had three other sons in her life. She would forget about me soon. This was for the best. I can start my life over again and be happy for once. I recall Melody saying something about having a piano and a harp. Maybe she would let me play them. This was for the best.

It was settled. I was never going to see my family again. Never again will I have to deal with my parents’ cryptic rules. No more taunting from Aleksander. The last time I’ll feel guilty around perfect Jacoby. The last time I will I ever have to see Otto be spoiled by the rest of my family. I was done. My anger was beginning to boil over again and I took a breath to calm down.

This was all for the best. I kept repeating this in my head until I started to believe it. Slowly, I stood up from the ground and looked around the room. The lighting was dim and I could see the sun had gone down. I walked over to the night table sitting next to an extravagant looking bed and lit a candle. The room I was standing in was medium sized and a lot bigger than my room back home. The carpet was ghost white with the walls painted an emerald green. The bed would have taken up half of my old room it was that big. Silver bed covers enclosed over the bed, with matching pillows. The only window in the room was covered with green window covers, but I had no desire to look outside.

The room suited me. I liked the colors, and it had plenty of room for me to go about my business. Climbing into the massive bed, I found how soft the covers were. Bouncing lightly up and down, I realized how comfortable the bed was too. Slipping my shoes off, I climbed underneath the covers and laid my head down on the pillow. This was my life now. At least I was going to be comfortable. I would have to thank Melody again in the morning.

I soon fell into a restless sleep, waking up several times through the night. I kept on dreaming of my mother’s face, which would form into Aleksander’s smirk. A couple of times I woke with a cold sweat on my forehead. Maybe I should go ask Melody for a Calming Draught. No, I didn’t want to disturb her. Soon I fell asleep again. This time I slept for the rest of the night.

The next morning, I woke to somebody knocking loudly on my door. I sat up, as Melody walked inside, a beaming smile on her face.

“Good morning sweet child. Are you hungry?” she asked in her high-pitched voice.

I didn’t reply to her, but slipped out of the bed and looked up at her, sleep still coating my ice blue eyes. She smiled down at me, and led me away from the room. Even though the sun was shinning down on the house, it was really dark inside. We walked by the aid of candles through the hallway, until we made it into an extravagant looking kitchen. It was painted in chic colors with dark marble counter tops. An island sat in the middle of the room, with three mahogany stools set next to it. The tile was very sleek and shiny, making me anxious I was going to slip.

“What would you like to eat? You can have anything you would like.” Melody said, walking over to the stainless steel refrigerator.

“Can I have some porridge please?” I asked in a small voice.

“Porridge? You can have anything in the world and your request is porridge?” She asked with a small chuckle. I didn’t know what to say. Porridge was quick to make and quick to eat. It was habit to eat hastily and leave the table, even at home. But I didn’t have to worry about eating quickly today.

“Can I have some pancakes?” I have never really tried them before, but people seemed to like them.

Taking a seat on one of the mahogany stools, I watched as Melody made me my pancakes. She even got creative and placed blueberries inside them, and set whipped cream on top, with strawberries on the side. The plate of food was appealing to the eyes, and the fact that Melody went out of her way to make them look nice made my heart swell.

“Thank you.” I said as she set the plate in front of me. She giggled in response and walked out in what I suspected was the living room.

Picking up the fork and taking a bite of the pancake, I quickly spat it out. They certainly weren’t as delicious as I thought they would be. Then again, I’ve never really liked blueberries. But she went through the trouble of making them for me. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings by saying I didn’t like them. Quietly getting up from the stool, I walked around the island and looked for the trash can. Spotting one underneath the sink, I quickly scraped the pancakes into the trash. I had grabbed the strawberries before they fell too, and ate those for my breakfast. When I was finished, I washed my hands and the plate the pancakes had been on. Then I made my way into the living room to find Melody sitting on the couch scowling at somebody sitting in a black leather reclining chair. The man was reading the newspaper, seeming to ignore Melody. He didn’t even jump as Melody squealed at the sight of me.

“Come inside Elliot. I would like for you to meet my husband. Thomas. Thomas, this is Elliot, the boy I’ve been telling you about.” She had risen from her seat on the couch to stand next to me, setting a hand on my shoulder.

The man set down the paper and I looked into a pair of ice blue eyes. They were familiar. They almost resembled my own, but I didn’t get to play with the questions in my head before the front door opened and somebody I never suspected would enter this house, walked in nonchalantly. Like he was meant to be here. I watched as my uncle Matthaios shut the door, and the world behind him. Was he here to take me back to my mother and father?