"LIAM!" Awaking to the sound of my name being bellowed from a very displeased father and a raging headache I rolled out of my bed. I didn't even remember going to sleep in it. I must have had more to drink than what I thought. Grumbling I went to go and see what the man wanted. I am sure whatever it is it will be yet another thing I screw up so that he can tell me what a lousy human being I am. I walked out of my bedroom where I saw my father glancing around making sure everything was perfect. I assume that we are having some kind of company today. He never acts like this unless there is some important company involved. He looked at me with a scowl, seeing that I am a mess from my "fun" last night. I just wish it didn't have to be so painful in the morning. His look told me that I was missing something important. "Don't tell me you have forgotten, boy," he says to me. I cringe because I have forgotten and because I do hate it when he calls me that. He and I have argued the point that I am not a boy that I am a man. I got out every night and prove that is exactly what I am, a MAN.
Tired and wanting to avoid the punishment I know is coming I ask, "What was it that I was supposed to remember, father?" He looked at me disappointment and irritation clearly written in his features, he answers "go get cleaned up, we are to meet with Sir Edmunds this morning" Then I remember that nobleman and my father have arranged for me to marry his daughter. The only good that would come of this marriage is the fact that I would no longer have to hear from my father everything that I am doing wrong. I don't want a wife though; I am not one that is that big on responsibility. Knowing that this is important to my father I protest, "No father, I will do no such thing. I am not marrying his daughter and even if I was, shouldn't he see what he is really getting for his daughter." The back of his hand, which I knew was coming, hit me with enough force to split my lip. I hated having anyone tell me what to do with my life. I hated that he thought that I as incapable of making my own decisions. It was then that I shouted at him " IT IS MY LIFE NOT YOURS, YOU CAN NOT MAKE THESE DECISIONS FOR ME, FATHER" the end of my outburst ended up a snarl. I decided that I would not meet Sir Edmunds, that my father if he wanted this done so bad he would have to do it himself, so I stormed out and went off to find the girl that I had left sometime before the sun came up. I wanted to make the pain go away and the only way I figured to do that was in the arms of some girl and fell for my pretty smile and my promises that both of us knew I would never keep.
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