104R 13: Lewisrella.

February 7'th, (2022)

The next morning, at De ViL Manor, Keegan laid sound sleep up stairs in the attic. It looked just as creepy as the rest of the house. It had no windows, lit tourches were on the wall and Lion and gargoyal statues were in the room.

"LEWIIIIIIS!" Came the screaming voice of Linda on an intercome that was resting on top of a small dresser.

Keegan's blue eyes shot open. "(Low) Oh, that woman. Kill joy."

"LEWIS!" Linda screamed.

"I here you. Come on, get up, you say." Said Keegan as he got out of bed.

"WHAT WAS THAT, LEWIS?!" Linda screamed.

"Uh, nothing, Mom." Said Keegan.

"Yeah, that's what i thought, nothing. Now get yourself dressed and hurry on over to my room, pronto." Said Linda.

"Yes, ma'am." Said Keegan as he did a salute, like in the army. "(Sighs) Time to start another day. I wonder what she wants to see me about? Whatever it is, it can't be good." The 11 year old boy went over to a spooky wardrobe closet, with both doors having a gargoyal face and a handle in the mouth. The kid opened both doors of the wardrobe and to get dressed for school.

After getting dress, Keegan exited the attic and rushed down a spooky staircase, that had lit tourches on both sides of a brickwall. The Canada boy soon made it to the bottom of the stairs and walked down the creepy hallway. He then saw Adriana and Donna standing outside the double doors leading to their mother's bedroom. Keegan walked up to the two young british girls.

"Good morning, Adriana and Donna. Sleep well?" Keegan said.

"(Scoffs) As if you care. Get yourself in that bedroom right now. Mother wants to see you." Said Donna.

"Yeah, i know. I heard her loud and clear on the intercome." Said Keegan.

Adriana opened one of the doors and held it open.

"Lewis! Get in here!" Linda screamed from inside the room.

"Boy, are you gonna get it." Said Adriana.

Keegan entered into his stepmother's bedroom.

"Close the door, Lewis." Said Linda.

Keegan did as he was told and closed the door, leaving Adriana and Donna outside. Inside the room, the boy stood up against the double doors of Linda's bedroom. This was Cruella's bedroom before she had passed away. It looked just like it did back in (1996) when she was given that white tiger-skinned rug. This was now Linda's bedroom.

"Where's Dad?" Keegan asked.

"Your father is away on a business trip. Come here." Said Linda while sitting up in Cruella's bed, smoking a ciggarette through a long red ciggarette holder. The ciggarette filled the room with black smoke.

Keegan did as he was told and went over to the foot of the bed. "You wanted to see me..."

"Hold your tongue!" Said Linda. "Yes...i did want to see you."

Keegan: "About wha..."

"Quiet!" Said Linda. "About you associating yourself with that red head girl. What were you doing with her?"

Keegan: "Aunt Candace? She was only giving me a ride ho..."

"Silence!" Said Linda. "Seems we have time on our hands. Hitching rides with strangers and driving all over town."

Keegan: "Oh no, it wasn't like that, see..."

"Shut up." Said Linda. "Perhaps we could put it to better use. Now let me see. There's a large carpet in the main room. Clean it when you get home from school. And the mirrors up stairs. Wash them. Oh yes, and the De ViL family tapestries and the stairs."

Keegan: "But i just..."

"Do them again!" Said Linda. "And don't forget the gaurden, then scrub the terrace, the back yard, sweep the halls and the stairs, clean the chemny. And of course there's the roof hangout, washing my cloths, my daughters' cloths, your father's cloths and drying them. Also, cook breakfast for my daughters and i before leaving for school. After all...breakfast is the most important meal of the day. And also, today is my first day in the office as Mayor. I want to make sure that i'm in great shape when i'm ruling the city of London. Oh, yes...and one more thing..." The stepmother took a puff of her ciggarette and blew black smoke out of her mouth. "Stay away from that Candace girl. I don't want you or your father anywhere near her...understand?"

"Yes ma'am." Said Keegan.

"Good. Now get down to the kitchen and make my daughters and i breakfast for our big day. And be sure to come strate home right after school and get to work." Said Linda.

"Yes, ma'am." Said Keegan. The 11 year old boy then left out of the room and closed the door behind him. He leaned up against the double doors and sighed. He couldn't believe that his stepmother's mistreatment was happening here in another country. The boy was very sad when he had to leave his best friend, Copper, behind, but he thought that once they had moved to London, things would be better between him and his stepmother...but all they did was get even worse. This cold treatment didn't just start when they had moved into De ViL Manor. Linda had been mean to Keegan since the day she married his father in (2015). When his Dad was around, the boy's stepmother was always nice to him. It was when his father wasn't around that the stepmother's true nature would come out: Cold...cruel...and secretly, bitterly jealous of Keegan and any woman who came into his father's life. She was grimly determined to keep Keegan's Dad from associating himself with any other woman that wasn't her...through manipulation. Thus, as time went by, Keegan and his Dad grew ferther and fearther apart from each other as father and son because of Linda's manipulative ways. And Keegan was secretly abused and forced to become the stepmother's house slave. And yet...through it all...Keegan remained ever gental and kind despite suffering abuse at the hands of his stepmother. Keegan had never told his Dad about the abuse...and never intended to. How could he? He and his Dad had just lost his mother less than six years ago. When his mother died, Keegan's father took it real hard, just as he did. His father already lost one wife and the poor kid didn't want be responsable for taking his second wife away from him.

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In a spooky kitchen, Keegan stood by a stove, cooking eggs, bacon, ham and pancakes. He was making breakfast for Linda, Adriana and Donna before he headed off to school for the day. He just hopped that they liked what he was cooking.

Once breakfast was ready, Keegan carried the food, on silver platters with silver lids, over to the a long table that Linda and her daughters were sitting at. The boy placed three of the platters on the table in front of the three women, along with the cups of tea.

"Lewis, what's that on your face?" Linda asked.

"Ma'am?" Keegan asked.

"It's ash from the stove." Said Adriana.

"Do clean yourself up." Said Linda.

"You'll get cinders in our tea." Said Adriana.

"I've got a new name for him. Cinderella. Hahahaha!" Said Donna.

"No, that's too girly. How about dirtyella? Ahahahahaha!" Said Adriana.

"Lewisrella. That's what we'll call you." Said Donna.

"Oh, girls, you're too clever. Where, oh where do you come up with this stuff?" Said Linda.

"Internet." Said Adriana and Donna.

Keegan then got the fourth platter off the trey and placed it on the table in front of himself.

"Who's this for? Is there someone we've forgotton?" Linda asked.

"It's my plate." Said Keegan.

"Oh, no, it seems too much to expect you to make breakfast, serve it, and still sit with us. Wouldn't you prefere to eat after you get out of school, and all of your work is done, Lewis? Or should i say Lewisrella?" Said Linda.

Keegan picked up his dish and headed back for the kitchen.

"Hahahahahahaha!" Linda laughed evily.

Keegan opened the door and entered into the kitchen, carrying his dish. He walked over to a table and placed the dish on the edge of the table, only to have it drop to the floor and make a mess. The crying boy then got down on his hands and knees and began cleaning up the mess. He picked up the dish and placed it on the table. The kid then looked at his reflection in a pot and saw that he looked a complete mess. Lewisrella. his mother always said that names had power...like knives and swords, they cut deep. All of a sudden...it seemed to him...that his stepmother and stepsisters...had indeed transformed him to merely a creature of ash and toyal.

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