Scipio's Confession
Author's Note: I've been reading The Thief Lord, and what can I say? Scipio's AMAZING! So here's just a little ramble I wrote, I hope you like it! :)
Disclaimer: I don't own The Thief Lord or any of its characters! Though I wouldn't mind Scipio!
I was just finishing packing the few of my possessions I would be taking with me as I left this cursed house forever when I heard a knock on the door.
The maid, Franca, opened the door. "Master Scipio? You're father would like to see you."
I cursed under my breath. "Tell him I'll be there in a minute." And she left the room.
I tugged the rubber band out of my hair and looked at my reflection. As I pulled my masked over my face, I thought about how my father would react as I told him I was the Thief Lord. I had to laugh as I let my mask lay around my neck and slung my bag of my shoulder.
I walked down the corridor to my father's study and knocked on the door. "Father, you wanted to see me?"
"Yes Scipio. Come in," he called from his desk.
I carefully closed the door and slowly walked over to him.
"I just would like to tell you that your damn pet cat threw up a hairball on my good trousers this afternoon. And I would like you to know if anything like that ever happens again, it'll be sent to streets. Is that clear?" He looked up at me from the letter he was writing."My God Scipio! What kind of clothes are those?"
I ignored his question and responded with one of my own. "Father, do you know how old I am?"
"You're what? Ten-years-old?
I took a deep breath and pressed my lips together in a thin line. "Do you know when my birthday is?"
"August something! I don't have time for this Scipio!"
Two questions wrong. "What's my favourite colour Father? Do you even know that?"
"I neither know nor care Scipio!" He violently rose to his feet and slapped me across the face. "Now leave me in peace! I am very busy!"
"Dannazione Father!" I swore. "You're always to busy for me! If you didn't want me why did you bother to keep me? You could have saved yourself some money by just sending me to the Merciful Sisters!"
He slapped me again, so hard that I stumbled and tears rushed to my eyes. "Idiotic bambino!" He screamed. "Never talk to me that way again! What do you know? You are just a child! Now go to your room and no dinner!"
"No Father!" I shouted at him. "I have put up with you long enough! Do you even know who I am?" I pulled the mask back over my face. "I am the Thief Lord. It was I, not Nanny Ventura, who has been stealing from you. I've been trying to support my real family: Hornet, Riccio, Mosca, Prosper and Bo. But no, the great Dottore Massimo is far to concerned with his own life and money to care about his own son and his orphan friends!" I spit in his face. "You disgust me."
I turned away and started walking to the door. "Feel free to disown me. I want nothing more to do with you dottore;I am not longer your son."
I reached for the doorknob, but I had one more thing to say before I left. "And by the way, I'm fourteen-years-old, I was born on January third 1987 and my favourite colour is blue." I turned the knob and finally left Casa Massimo, which has held me prisoner for fourteen years.
So…how obvious is it I really hate Scipio's dad?
