Thanks to BloomingDominos, but that's not what I'm looking for. Anyway, I think I've already got it, though it's a crappy one. But thanks for reading!

Chapter 2: Moving in

"Son, me and Fiona are gonna take a trip to France, Fiona wanted to see the Paris Tower." Riven's dad, Jim, announced as soon as Riven stepped into the house.

He was holding a beer bottle and he drank from it after he talked.

"Sure, whatever, when are you guys leaving?" Riven asked, though he didn't care about the answer.

"The day after."

"Whatever." Riven pushed past his dad and went into his room.

Ever since Riven could remember, that's how it was between him and his dad. After his mum abandoned the two of them - when Riven was 4 years old - for a rich old guy - twice her age - Riven's dad had committed to an alcoholic lifestyle. Jim started bringing drunken girls from the pub every night down the street - and sometimes even two - into the house and they would do god knows what in his bedroom until morning, when the girls would go home with no memories - and a hangover - of the previous night and Jim would sleep during the day and went back to the pub at night. It's his routine and Riven would just ignore the fact that his dad had turned into a man whore banging sluts in his room. Fiona started dating Jim last year after their one night stand. Fiona despised Riven - the feeling is mutual - and had tried to get Jim to impregnate her many times so that she and Jim could start a whole new family together - without Riven. Fiona had tried to get Jim to leave Riven various of times before and it seems that this time, Riven's dad was going to go for it.

Riven sighed and started packing his things. He packed his clothes, shoes and some other things - phone, car keys, etc.. Then, he went downstairs to the kitchen to find something to eat. He took out a frozen pizza and heated it up.

Riven went out to jog early in the morning on the day that Jim and Fiona were leaving for Paris. When he came back at around 10am - after stopping for a coffee at Starbucks - he found a letter addressed to him on the kitchen counter.

Dear Riven,

As you already know, Fiona and I are going to Paris today. What you didn't know is that we're getting married, Fiona was pregnant for a few weeks and we'll be starting a family in London after our honeymoon. Don't worry, I've already arranged you to live with an old friend of mine. (The address will be on the back.) I've already discussed it with him: you're going to move in with him and he will take care of you. As for the house, I have already found someone who're willing to buy it for a big number. The money will be banked into your account. The house will be cleaned by someone sometime later in the week. You can take whatever you want before you go. Lock the door and put the key in the birdhouse outside, the maid will use that key to enter the house when she come to clean it. Take care, I'm sorry I haven't been a good father to you. You look just like your mother and I don't think I can bear it.

With love,
your father.

After reading the letter, Riven scoffed. Take care, as if he cared.

'Why am I not surprised?' thought Riven bitterly.

He had already known that his father and Fiona were plotting to leave Riven when Jim announced the trip to Paris. He sighed and looked at the address at the back of the letter before heading upstairs towards his dad's room. The room was a mess! It was littered with women's - probably Fiona's - clothes and condoms - used. The room reeked of alcohol and cigarettes. He carefully picked his way across the room to the vanity - once Riven's mother's - at the opposite wall. When he reached it, he yanked open one of the top drawer. There was boxes of half filled condoms and a few bottles of beer and pills. Riven rummaged through the remaining drawers and found some money in one of them and a ring, locket and picture frame in another. He threw all these into his duffel bag, pocketed the money, went to take a quick refreshing shower and with a last look at his house, he drove to the address given to him.

The doors of the four-story house was opened by a middle-aged woman. She let him in and bustled away as a short man came to him.

"Ah, you must be Riven. That's our housekeeper, Sally." the man greeted him and led him into the main living room. "Would you like to drink anything? Are you hungry? I could ask Larry, our cook to whip up something for you."

"It's alright." Riven placed his duffel bag beside him and sat down on the sofa awkwardly.

The man went into the kitchen and brought out two coke and handed one to Riven even though he declined his invitation of eating anything. After Riven took the coke, the man sat down on another sofa slightly angled at a 45 degree - facing him. He faced Riven and introduced himself as Ho-Boe.

"Um, hi. Nice to meet you, er, Ho-Boe." Riven rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

Ho-Boe chuckled and said, "It's alright, boy, no need to be nervous or anything."

"Er, Ho-Boe? Can I ask you a question?" when Ho-Boe nodded for him to continue, Riven said, "Why did you agreed to take me in? I mean, you don't even know me and you're letting a stranger into your house."

"Oh, I do know you." Ho-Boe laughed. "I was there a few days after you were born. Now, as for why I'm taking you in, I was an old - and once best - friend of your father's, even though I don't approve of what Jim and his new girlfriend are doing, - "

"Yeah, I hate her."

"Uh huh," Ho-Boe nodded. "I once made a promise to Jim and Megan, your mother, that if anything happened to them, I'll take you in no matter what. When Jim informed me of his plans, I knew immediately what he's going to do. Well, you can't be left alone, so of course I take it upon myself to take care of you."

"Uh, thanks. Just so you know, I'm not exactly the easiest person on Earth to get along with."

"Oh, that won't be a problem. I have a daughter just like you. If you need anything, you can just come to me. I've already have someone decorate and arrange your bedroom, I hope you like the color magenta."

"Yeah."

Ho-Boe nodded, stood up and led Riven up the grand staircase and turned right, into a wide hallway.

"This is your room, and the one beside yours is my daughter's." Ho-Boe stopped in front of a closed double door.

His room was located a few doors from the grand staircase, near the end of the hall. There's another staircase - but smaller - at the other end of the hall that lead up to the third and forth floor.

"I'll let you rest. My daughter's coming back the day after and I was hoping to have a father-daughter dinner together, would it be alright if you were to eat alone on Monday?"

"It's okay,"

Ho-Boe nodded and went into his own room down the hall. After he went in, Riven opened one side of the door to his room and closed it behind him.

His room has a light magenta shade on all four of the walls. At one end of the room, there's king sized bed, a big wardrobe - enough to fit all of Stella's clothes, and maybe even Bloom's - and a few drawers. At the other, there's a sitting area with a couch, coffee table, a bookshelf, a chair and a desk. On the desk was a brand new laptop, and on it a note. There was a wall of window opposite the doors with the light magenta shade wall as the frame. The curtains was held back with thick purple and maroon ropes. There was also an adjoining bathroom.

Riven went to pick up the note and read that the laptop was a gift from Ho-Boe to him. Riven threw his duffel bag on the side of the door and dropped onto the bed. The alarm clock on the bedside table read 3:24p.m. Riven took a look around the room.

'That old man certainly prepared it well.'

When Riven got up and open the wardrobe door so that he could unpack his things, he found it half filled with girls' clothes. He quickly closed the door and just put his bag on top of the drawer for now. He decided to take another cold shower and nap for a bit.