The summer was hot and merciless that summer, when everything changed. It all seemed like an average day when everything I knew changed. I grew up in a big house with many butlers attending to all my whims. But one day my entire life flashed away in a single blink. My mother and father had been arguing more and more at a steady pace. Each fight louder harsher and more and more objects were thrown with each insult. I watched my parents screaming at each other from behind my room's door. I clutched my stuffed animal close to me whispering silent prayers to whoever was listening to me. But my father had heard me; he glared down at me his blood shot eyes like nothing I had seen before. He had seemed like such a jovial man always letting me sit on his knee and telling stories of fantastical places where he had traveled. But I could tell he wasn't here for a story. He screamed at me spit landing on my cheek
"WHY ARE YOU LISTENING ON US LUDWIG SO YOU CAN TELL YOUR LITTLE FRIENDS WHAT MOMMY AND DADDY ARE DOING!?!?" I was too shocked by the force and the anger in his words. I shook my head no my throat tightening, hot tears threatening to spill over. He merely slapped me and grabbed a briefcase on the table. "I HOPE YOU BOTH ROT IN HELL" slamming the door shut. I sat there stunned hurt and unable to speak. I was too mortified too hurt too disturbed to do anything. My mother shuffled over tears spilling over her eyes
"I'm so sorry Ludwig I'm so sorry." She whispered. That day mother and I just sat there crying our hearts out unable to comprehend what had just happened. I was eight then. But now I, Ludwig Von Strauss was sixteen years old. Mother and I had moved from place to place unable to decide where to settle down. My mother finally chose my big brother's home in America. I did not know much about him, he had left with his grandmother since father believed he was too troublesome. But I didn't think that's why they abandoned him. Gilbert was a rebel. He hated orders and loved to fool around with different girls. But in the end he really did care about his family, his friends, and his grades. He just didn't show it all the time. But no matter what Gilbert did Father still did not want him "soiling" the Von Strauss name. So in a few days his bags were packed and he was shipped away to an Uncle Alfred I believe. Here I am standing with my suitcases in front of Gilbert's home. Supposedly he had become a successful lawyer working at a law firm in Los Angeles, but he hadn't married oddly enough yet was constantly chased by women everywhere. What I didn't know was that today was going to be one of the most memorable days of my life.
I stood in front of my brother's home staring back at the gold lion doorbell ornately decorated with all sorts of jewels. Rich?" I asked myself wondering how wealthy this man was. The house itself was magnificent and looked as if it came out of a picture book for castles. Spurting fountains and gorgeous roses were grown around the entrance in a large circle formation. It was a scorching day the sun blasting in my eyes. I blinked ringing the door bell again. What was taking the guy so long. But I felt a little guilty for thinking that since in a few seconds Gilbert would have to house me for the next three months. I glared at the door too impatient to stand the scorching sun, the door creaked opened suddenly obviously the owner of the house was busy.
"Hello?" I called stepping into the vast palace. I felt every step I took I would suddenly break something. The house spoke back silence. "Hello??" I called louder stepping onto the main suitcase. I swallowed my heart when I heard a loud scream.
"YES!" the voice called. My eyes grew large. I should not be here. Suddenly an elder man appeared from nowhere.
"Hello dear sir, I take it you are Sir Ludwig." I nodded taken back by his stealth. The butler grinned, his bristle mustache curling. "Right this way sir!" Another scream echoed through the mansion, but the butler said nothing as if screaming in a house was perfectly fine. "If you don't mind me asking who is letting out that horrible scream." The butler stopped in his tracks. Crap Ludwig thought. The butler slowly turned around still smiling. "The young master has recently been taking to some.."guests"." he smiled using air quotes. "Oh…" I blushed surprised by his boldness. I had thought Gilbert didn't want a gal. I guess not.
"Your room is this way sir." he pointed at a vast door. I gave a thank you and gulped. I opened the door to find two sweaty people on each other. One was a male and the other was a…male?..."Wait .. WHAT!?!" I yelled loudly covering my mouth. A white haired man stared back at me and his confused face turned into a smile. "LUDWIG, I'm glad you're here. I dropped my suitcase taking two steps back "G-G-Gilbert?"
TO BE CONTINUED