Not long after I started my stroll company followed, one of the security was trailing behind me not so discreetly. Which would make me feel uncomfortable if I wasn't already relieved from leaving that table. Tears finally released from my eyes and I let them fall as I took deep breaths in. Inhale and Exhale, Inhale and Exhale.
I stopped as the pain flowed throughout my brain spreading its ache and making me drop, dropping right near a bed of black roses. I throw my hands over my face and the liquid just comes pouring. My head beat like a drum and my heart felt as if someone stabbed it, when I looked back into my hands a pool of green ink was left there. My makeup had leaked from my face and part of me didn't care while the other knew it would be a problem. They must have used the one that wasn't waterproof on purpose.
I pick myself off the ground, not worrying much about my dress but moreover a sound. I hear a sort of grunting noise and a sort of irritated yelping. Someone was near but I wasn't sure who it was. I straighten my shoulders joining my hands together quieting my steps as I grew closer to the sound. My mind telling me to go the other way but my curiosity was getting the best of me even still deep inside I was a little scared.
After passing the Roses I had come near some unnatural growing chrysanthemums, they were more of a dark purple and there were at least twelve beds of them. They were stationed by this rather run-down shed which seemed to have much neglect in it. My eyes widen at the sight and my ears listened to hear the sound again and it seemed to be behind the shed. My head turned to the side of the thing for even the color was coming off, its purple giving way to the gray.
I stepped a little closer but something stopped me from going any further, a glimpse of a face. A rather heated and irritated one that seemed not only tired but unkempt.
My face scrunched up and my back stiffened, I glanced back to the security guard with a lowered voice, "Who is that by that shed?" They stared at me blankly, their eyes going to the shed and then back to me.
Nothing.
"You have nothing to say? Nothing at all?" This was a bit of a plead this time, but even still no answer making me gulp. I sucked in a breath, lifting the edge of dress off the ground as my heels stepped forward. The closer I got the louder the noise was and the more I notice the neglect of the area.
Building pools of mud, overgrowth of weeds, and slums of untouched dunes. My curious growing as well as my heart rate. My small hand touching the front of the shed. Running a finger along the wooden side, prick. Something had lodged itself into my skin, and I felt a sharp pain within my index finger.
I jump back holding it close, and when I look down to it, I see blood dripping down. A small piece of wood pushed within the flesh of my skin and it stings. Making me almost want to scream.
"Everything but this area huh?! Your pretty little garden all neat and fancy but the area I congregate in is shit! All shit because you weren't happy with my actions huh?!"
My hand started to shake a bit as the voice became a sort of familiarity to me. The deep hoarse cry sounding like my…
I glance back at my finger bringing it closer to my face and with a deep inhale I pinch the piece of wood and yank it from my finger. I feel a quick shoot of pain through my heart and without a second thought I bite down on my lip. Hard not caring about the lipstick or blood that will stain my teeth.
A muffled scream manages to escape through but it doesn't seem like he noticed. Still going on his little tirade. "You act like you are so innocent! But you're not and the fact you leave me here with the girl again! Damn!"
I hear something be stabbed and heaved up, the motion repeating about two times. What's he digging up mud? "Leaving me to clean up this mess without help, what's the point of being rich if you can't use the money? Most of the time I just feel like a man with a fucking title. That's all and my child can't even side with me so what's the point!? It's like everyone's against me! Like this is all I have!"
My brows lower as I inch closer, this is probably where he goes to sulk too, yelling and screaming about mother and blaming her for everything. But he's not innocent either, neither of them are and he's probably hiding something. Something else that I didn't hear about, he talks so much that sometimes he's not careful what he says and that's why mother doesn't want him around people.
"At least that Seamstress situation got fixed, I felt like that was way to damn complicated. She always stuck her nose into something and I felt like she was coming onto me but it turns out she was with that other disgrace. Out of all the shit she's put me through that's the one thing she took care of for me." He laughs, "Well that and the gambling bit."
Gambling? What does he mean by that? Did he have a gambling problem? Is that why he asks me for money sometimes? I don't even manage my own money so I don't know why he would ask me.
I peek my head around the corner and see him turned around with a shovel in hand. Mud all over his clothes and his hair going in all places. He definitely seemed tired and maybe drunk?
He dropped the shovel on the ground, putting his hands over his face and I watched as he laughed to himself kind of psychotically. Which made me almost feel sick, and then he said, "I know someone's there, why don't you come out now that the secret's out."
My jaw clenched and I quickly turned on heels dashing off before he could get up. No way I was going to face my father willingly and without my mother?
She's the only one who can really keep him in check while I am just a rag-doll to him.