Imperfection Series

Chapter 9

Book 1 Chapter 9-02

His father had contacted him during the first three years, asking him to give him a listening ear about what happened but what his mother said and all the pictures, he couldn't bear to listen to the disgrace of a father. He was angry, he was the one that ruin his perfect home, how could he listen to him? Moreover, his mother forbade him to ever talk to him and so, he hangs up every time he hears his voice and his father always call him with different lines, each time hoping for him to talk to him but he was always disappointed because he never did.

But then, seven years ago he just stopped calling. At first he was glad that finally he stopped bugging him, but with time, he started getting worried and when he asked his mother, she told him that his mistress finally gave birth to a son for him, that it's possible that he has been replaced.

His calming anger rose again and he wished his father would burn in hell, he never bothered again to call him or even ask of him and his father never called him ever again but his mom always gets on his nerves by asking about him every single time they see, he hates it because she reminds him of the one man he wish to forget.

"Sir, ma'am asked me to call you. Lunch is ready" he heard a gentle voice say behind him and turned to see Abigail, he smiled to her, taking his time now to study her. Her deep brown hair that her daughter took and that has never left his memory, but what he missed more about her was her honey eyes which she took after George, her father, "Abigail, how are you?"

"I'm fine sir. It's really good to have you back. There was a time I thought I will never see you again" she smiled.

Shane returned the smile and sighed after a while, "this place, it holds happy memories for me, those I don't even want to remember."

"I understand. No child can handle his happy home shattering with a happy smile on his face."

"Indeed" he let out a deep breathe and looked around him, after some seconds he couldn't hold himself anymore, he looked at Abigail who was still looking at him, "how is she? Your daughter."

Abigail smiled, she knew he would ask that, she has been expecting it, "she is fine. Thank you for asking sir."

Shane nodded, he looked back at the house, "the girl inside, Lillian. She has her best feature."

"Which is?"

"Her eyes" he looked at her slightly shocked face and confirmed his thought, "she is your Lillian isn't she?"

Abigail sighed before nodding softly, "yes sir, she is one and the same."

Shane smiled, "I figured. But I wasn't so sure, she was so little when I last saw her and now she is...grown."

"It's been thirteen years."

"Yes" he heaved a deep sigh, "alright, let's go have that lunch before it gets cold" he smiled.

"Yes. I hope you enjoy your lunch sir."

"I will. I have missed Paulina's cooking" they both chuckled and walked silently to the house.

When they got in, Abigail walked straight to the kitchen and Shane joined his mother on the dinning table. He settled himself to eat and Margaret paid no mind to him as she picked up her cutleries.

His eyes first landed on the girl standing not so far from the dinning, waiting to attend to any of their orders. He can't believe it, how could she have grown to be so beautiful? He had always known she would be a beauty when she grows but not so beautiful. When he got down from the car, her eyes had been the first thing that captivated him. It always seem like it was sucking out all the emotions in him, it was what attracted him to her as a child and what he fears is still attracting him to her.

"Pass the salt" he said and she hurriedly bid his request, he took the jug from her and his long fingers mistakenly touched hers, a sudden bolt of electricity passed through him and with how she quickly let go of the jug, he knew she felt it too. Luckily, his fingers were already curled on the jug, if not, it would have fell and broken, thereby getting his mom to nag at her again.

She immediately retreated from him, or he should say the dinning table, he tried not stare much at her since his mother was now looking at him. He ignored the twitching of his hand and add a little bit of salt in his food, acting as nonchalant as he could.

Finally, the dreadful lunch ended or so he would call it. Lilly rushed and started clearing the plates just as he and his mother stood up, "they won't be much guests tonight, just some get together party. I knew that's what you were avoiding which is why you didn't call a day before to tell me about your return" Margaret said as they made their way to the living room.

"Since you knew, why did you still plan your 'get together party'?" He opened air quote with his fingers.

"You can't be gone for ten years and just return like that."

"What if that was what I wanted to do?"

Margaret rolled her eyes, "people are watching everything we do. In case if you have forgotten, we are the Lockwood's, the press are always on our tail. I don't want people reading that we are not in good terms which is why I couldn't even throw you a party when you returned after ten years. I'm a public figure, people watch what I do. And now that you are back, they will be watching what you do too. If that woman had let you come back when I wanted you to, you would have been aware of this by now" she hissed and walked on, leaving him behind.

Shane said nothing as he watched her climb the stairs, why is he not surprise? He rolled his eyes. Ever since he was a child, his mother has always been concerned of what people will say. To be honest, his dad doesn't care much about what the damn people will say and neither do he. Those people that will talk, don't they have the power to make decisions for their own lives without caring about what they will say? So why should they have to care about them when making their own decisions?

Grr, so much for being the Lockwood's. He sat in the living room for a short while before walking up the stairs to his room, waiting for the dreadful party.