The castle was full of colorful paintings and statues. So amazing and full
of life. Every one of them told a story. Duo would walk down the halls
and take in every feature about them. He continued on his quest to count
how many there actually were in the manor and found the library. Moutains
of books stared down on him. The ceiling atleast ahundred feet above him
it seemed. His gasps echoed up and he thought of Quatre. His mansions had
libraries like this one. He remembered how he would scream and let it echo
up and annoy everyone there.
"HELLLLLOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he wailed, listening as the
tremendous sound echoed up to the ceiling. He rather enjoyed it. Filling
his lungs full of air, he let out another, louder and stronger than the
last.
"WHAT IN GODS NAME DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!!!!!" his father came up
behind him hollering in a fit of rage. "DONT YOU KNOW THIS IS A LIBRARY?!!
NOT A PLAY HOUSE!!!! IT IS MEANT TO STAY QUIET!!!!!! YOU DO NOT COME IN
HERE AND YELL TO HEAR YOURSELF!!! YOU DO THAT OUTSIDE!!!!!"
"but father-"
"NOT ANOTHER WORD!! GET OUT OF THIS PLACE AND NEVER COME HERE AGAIN! YOU
ARE BANNED FROM THE LIBRARY!!" the man roared, scaring the life out of
Duo. He immediatly took off, racing out of that hell as fast as he could.
All the way upstairs to his room where he slammed and locked the door.
Still shaking from the event, he put his hand over his heart to calm down.
"Strike one" he said out loud. He knew there was something not right about this family. Their cruelty and harshness was beginning to seep out from their masks like a bad flood. But the longer he stayed there, the worse things got.
Somedays his mother would yell at him severely for spilling something on a white carpet, or breaking a vase while playing with the other children. No more hugs or kisses or apology. Just slaps and groundings without meals.
"I dont understand, I just dont" he said, talking to Beatrice one night. "They treat me like im some kind of black sheep now. They were so nice to me before. What went wrong?" "I dont know. Ive never seen them act so harshly toward a child. There is probably something wrong that they wont tell us." "I dont know, but its really weird. I found them so that i wouldnt have to live alone. Thats why i signed up for a foster family. I just didnt think that i could make it on my own. you know? and now they are pulling this shit." A lump formed in Duo's throat as he fought back tears. But they quickly dried up and went away before falling. "Its allright Duo. Ill try to find out what is going on with them" Beatrice took Duo into her arms and held him until he fell asleep.
"Strike one" he said out loud. He knew there was something not right about this family. Their cruelty and harshness was beginning to seep out from their masks like a bad flood. But the longer he stayed there, the worse things got.
Somedays his mother would yell at him severely for spilling something on a white carpet, or breaking a vase while playing with the other children. No more hugs or kisses or apology. Just slaps and groundings without meals.
"I dont understand, I just dont" he said, talking to Beatrice one night. "They treat me like im some kind of black sheep now. They were so nice to me before. What went wrong?" "I dont know. Ive never seen them act so harshly toward a child. There is probably something wrong that they wont tell us." "I dont know, but its really weird. I found them so that i wouldnt have to live alone. Thats why i signed up for a foster family. I just didnt think that i could make it on my own. you know? and now they are pulling this shit." A lump formed in Duo's throat as he fought back tears. But they quickly dried up and went away before falling. "Its allright Duo. Ill try to find out what is going on with them" Beatrice took Duo into her arms and held him until he fell asleep.
