Okay here's chapter four, I hope this will make it a bit more interesting for everyone. I know it's been kinda slow, but I'm not one for rushing things. Read Enjoy Review!
The air in the house felt different as Legato woke up the next day. Something wasn't right.
He flinched as his bare feet touched the cold floors, he ignored it and walked out into the hallway.
The usual sounds of the morning were missing. No warm glow of the stove, no scent of breakfast cooking, no cheerful humming from his mother.
He walked into the kitchen, everything was how it was left the night before. His mother sat quietly at the table.
"Mom?" He saw her quickly wipe her eyes, "good morning, sleep well?" She said putting on a fake smile.
He ignored the question, "where's dad? Is everything alright?"
His mothers smile faded quickly, leaving a distant empty gaze, "he's gone."
"Gone?"
"He left last night, when I woke up this morning, he still wasn't home. All he left was this." She held up a folded piece of paper, "he must have slipped under the front door last night."
Legatos brain was quickly fizzling with thought, "can I read it?"
"It's nothing, he just says he was unhappy." she quickly folded the paper and stuffed it into her dress pocket.
"What are we going to do mother?"
She smiled again, "don't worry, everything will be fine. I'll find a job and then everything will be okay."
While he appreciated the fact that she trying to not upset him. Legato could tell by her eyes that she didn't have a clue what the future held for them.
"Are you hungry?" she asked.
Legato had lost his appetite, but knew that his mother wouldn't accept no for an answer, "kinda, do you need some help mom?"
"No you just go get changed, I'll have breakfast on the table in a few minutes. " He nodded weakly and went to his room to change. Just as he was tying his shoes, he heard his mother calling him.
"Legato breakfast is ready."
He sat down at the table, took a few bites, and then picked through the rest. He was in no mood to eat.
His mother silently finished washing up the breakfast mess and went into her bedroom, shutting the door. Tired of picking at his breakfast he got up to clear his plate and set it into the sink.
Was his father that unhappy? He never seemed displeased by anything, and even if he was he should have said something about it. He and mother could have helped him, isn't that what families do?
His mother reappeared in the kitchen, she had put on her best dress, and was pulling her coat on.
"I'm going into town, might as well start looking for a job now, the sooner the better. I'll be gone for a few hours, be a good boy and stay inside." She kissed Legato on the cheek and walked out the front door.
Great now what he was supposed to do?
Legato walked down the hallway, hoping that it would all go away soon. He was hoping to hear his father walk through the door any minute. He past by his mothers bedroom and noticed the dress she had just changed out of laid on the bed.
His eyes wandered towards the pocket.
"No that letter was for mother, not me." he said to himself.
He crept closer.
"Still, didn't he have the right to read the letter too? It seemed unfair that he wasn't given the opportunity to hear his fathers reasons for leaving." He pulled the letter out and unfolded it.
"I'm sorry that it has to be this way. But I simply can't go on anymore. If only things were different. If only he had been different."
Legato's grip on the letter tightened, and his throat began to close up on him. He sank to his knees. This wasn't happening...this wasn't true....even his own father thought he was.
A freak.
"I've tried my hardest with him. And I've thought long and hard on this. I've come to the conclusion that he will never be the way I want him to be. He will never be normal. And rather than watch him slip further into seclusion I've decided to leave. Maybe it's better off this way.
Daniel"
Legato let out a desperate cry as he tore the note into several pieces. He laid his head on the floor and cried.
This wasn't happening, it just wasn't possible!
Hour later, his mother found him, still huddled on the floor amidst the torn pieces of letter.
Repeating the same words over and over.
"All my fault....all my fault."
Hope you enjoyed it. It should pick up after this chapter so bear with me. I have a very busy weekend ahead of me so I may not be able to update til Monday. But that will give me time to something fabulous.