Chapter 7- what to do?
Oh dearie me! Whats gonna happen! Sorry about the long wait, life gets a bit hectic at times but there we go, enjoy!
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Hershel had barely slept. And now it was 9:00am, what would Luke do? He just didn't know. Clive had already left to stay at his friend's house for a few days, and the bed, in fact, the whole house felt empty without his presence. By the sound of it Luke was already up. The television was on and it was on loud. Luke knew how the Professor thought about keeping the volume on a sensible level, so as not to disturb neighbours. Hershel knew however, that Luke was likely to be more disturbed than his neighbours were at this precise moment in time.
The professor stretched and made his way to the bathroom, where is robe was. After using the toilet and giving his face a wash and a onceover, he slowly walked downstairs to meet his reckoning. The professor hesitated before continuing on through to the lounge.
"good morning Luke my… err…" , Hershel trailed off from his usual greeting for his self-appointed young apprentice. Luke was nowhere to be seen. Maybe he had popped into the kitchen for a spot of breakfast. Nope. The boy wasn't here. He began to worry… maybe he was in his room…
Hershel made sure to check every room on the way to Luke's bedroom, to no avail. The professor slowly opened the young lad's door, afraid that he would not find Luke in there… he wasn't. Hershel wasn't sure what to do. Call the boy's father? Look for him himself? He was debating what to do when a folded up piece of paper lying on Luke's bed caught his eye. "what's this?" , the professor's curiosity piqued, he made his way to the bed, sat down and began to examine the out of place item.
It had his name on. " to Professor Hershel Layton" , it read. He unfolded the paper and read the letter inside.
Dear Professor Layton,
We have had some amazing adventures, which I will never forget. However what I witnessed last night somewhat altered my perspective of you. I cannot pretend that I am not disgusted. I feel it rather impossible to be in your company, and in that house in which so many foul acts have occurred, I do not wish to taint my fond memories, and please don't think bad of me, but Professor, I thought you were a respectable gentleman, I thought you were a normal man, one who liked girls. Please do not contact me, I am on my way to my fathers house. You were my idol, but I cannot justify calling you that any longer.
Yours,
Your former apprentice, Luke Triton
Hershel began to cry.
Aww professor hope you enjoyed this short, but hopefully meaningful chapter
I'd love it if you told me what you think R&R
Love from Goldeneyes'1640 xxx