Mike's P.O.V
Dear dairy
thought I'd bring this up with me and try to catch up as usual... or find clues .... when did life speed up ??? I'm tired ...tired of being tired.
I look like death on a dinner roll lately ...enough complaining .. Today Ruth and I embark on a journey home ..each with a motive ....me for Freedom and Normality and I guess Ruth Vengeance??? Her game plan is set and am yet to move my Pawns ...am on hold and it's exhausting,not to mention impossible for now ... sometimes it's like watching a film when I set all these plans ...what will our heroine do?? How will it end ?? Him dead or alive ??? ..Then I remember; this is real .This is me .why is this happening?? I'm rambling. I'm talking about The family.. father ,Ma and Ethan ...I love Ma and Ethan but Father am not sure ....I would kill him but his strong willed ...it will take a lot ... he drives me crazy ...make us players with stubborn roles ... he works always ,a lot and mostly anxiety about his work( fucking politicians always having thing up their sleeves) maybe I should stab him there ??using politics??? Some people do things to get ahead he would tell me .. what a coward and hypocrite....Father could literally step on anyone's toes including mine ...I guess he didn't love me much because of Mother ... and did what he did .... you can utterly see the difference in treatment between Ethan and I ....
Ethan and I share the same father but different Mothers ....
A tapped sound on the door brought me back to reality... I signed and packed my journal in my suit case ... who's it?? I asked afterward
sir it's Mary ...Mary our house servant
....what's now Mary??? I asked always tired of having conversations...
Mrs Klein asked me ,to let you know that the drive is ready and your Father is on the phone ... I will be down in a few minutes and tell Ruth that I will call Father later ...I snapped at the innocent Mary ...
Mary didn't answer back..her footsteps fading down the hall..
I drew back the curtains and looked out my bedroom windows ...down to the front door below ...nobody was there apart from the black tainted Bentley, I guess Ruth was already seated inside the car though I could feel her watchful eyes as usual...
I embraced myself and breathe in and out deeply ... readying myself for more games ... look at me ... I speak to no one in particular...God help me I sign ...conflicted if I should go or not ...but it's for Ethan ... right?? I encouraged myself once more ...it's just a party ??? I was no saint but I had to compromise just this once ... I turned down the lights and the curtains finally exiting my room with a made up mind .... joining the Game in full combat
Mike's P.O.V
i scanned the blue,blue sky above Brookeville , New York City . It was still clear , except for the cloud that was always ahead of us and yet surely a summar storm was brewing .. Father , Ruth and myself in one room could be a mess... all my family members knew that .... it's being two years since I saw him ,father, much likely spoken to him ... the day I married Ruth , moved out and became C.E.O of Saudi Aramco ... we became more detached.. mostly because of my findings ...it's was like the phoenix rising or how to survive life ... something like that....
How else could I explain my strange, nagging feeling that something unexpected and fearful was about to happen?? The sense of dread had begun at mid morning, when I settled in the car beside Ruth , it had grown stronger every moment since ...