I Didn't See This One Coming...
842 Words
Eve.
" No that's not possi-"
"Come on, show me your brother " I cut in.
The weather was getting funny and I hate to get drenched, I gestured him to start walking, he limped.
A while later I passed through an arch way hidden under a rug of grass, I know this place. This bunker used to be play room. How did they find it?
It was dark and although he tried convincing me to stay behind so he could get his brother outside instead, I insisted based on the fact that I wanted to see the inner state of the bunker, maybe relive some memories.
A younger boy came running with a lantern
"Syd! you're back" he hugs his brother.
The boy was shot in the leg so he winced in the hug with his brother but he never ended the complained.
"Hey what happened to you"
Asked the little boy.
When he eyes met mine, he jolted, hugging his brother tighter "who is she?"
"Hello"
I waved, offering a friendly smile that didn't change his cold expression of me.
"It's okay she means no harm" said the boy, his brother Syd... He's name is Syd.
After a moment of awkward silence I inhaled the stuffy air... How did they survive in an unventilated space all this while? this placed used to be bigger... But revisiting after all this years... I'm amazed a world so small can be perceived differently through the eyes of a child...
"How long have you two been here?"
"A year-"
"Sydney! Don't tell her that... She will report us to those people and-"
The younger one cuts in, drawing his shirt for attention.
Sydney whispered something into his ears, and just like that fear marred his expression disappeared.
Ha... Are we doing the introductions again?
"You'll not hurt us?" He little boyish voice reminded me of Grace.
"No"
"You'll not harm us?"
"No"
"You'll not send us to an orphanage... I don't want to be separated from my brother"
I hesitated when another big 'NO' was about to leave my lips
I can't promise anything right now, I'll have to look into the Holmes. Sydney says their father's dead, and they've been chased away by the mother, the story remains unclear but since it all happened on this island... It means the mother is traceable but until I can have a word with her, this children need a home. A family, a decent environment.
"I won't separate you... But I won't also let the two of you go now."
"What does that mean" Sydney, backstepped shielding his younger brother.
"It means... I'm now your guardian and you're now my wards." I stated firmly, staring at their flabbergasted faces... Damn, if prince Edward was here he'd be snapping away on his camera... remarking that their expressions was 'priceless'
"If you want to live, follow me"
This time I was the one leading the way.
When we were close to my house, I spotted another black car parked next to mine, it didn't take me much to realize it's who I've been anticipating...
My dear uncle Flavian.
Few steps away from the house was all it was before the sky unleashed it's wet burden, it rain finally started pouring heavy when we finally made it into the house.
Sydney and his brother only had a glance at Flavian before I hauled into the guestroom by the end of the corridor.
I returnd to the sitting room, Flavian was still on my couch, legs crossed. Sitting like a king in the presence of a Queen? My oh my... Such a daredevil.
I grabbed the rifle I left by the front door and aimed it at him " you've got a second to poof out of here or else"
Last time was his leg this time it'll be his chest.
"Yet it took you three seconds to utter those words. The kids?"
"Non of your business"
I stared at the guest room down the corridor over my shoulders... Ahhh this children... They were eavesdropping and they don't even know how to do it right... The door was made of nontranslucent glass, so though I couldn't see them crystal clear, I saw their body silhouettes.
"Of course" a familiar smirk graces his lips as he pulls out a small white envelope "look what I found in your mail box"
When he steps forward, I lower the rifle, tossing it to the couch.
"Why would you check my-"
He slapped the envelope to my lips.
"Read."
Although he sounded serious his goofy smirk never left his lips.
Five minutes after reading the content of the mail, a DNA test report... that shows Fredrick and Eric is 99.9% Keaton's biological children... I gasped, I knew it already... But.
"Guess who else received received this 'mail' "
My eyes flickers to him, doubtfully.
"Every living soul on this island, household servants included."
Fuck. I didn't see this one coming.
"Who did this?"
"Silly girl... Who else? You dearie aunt Danielle."
FUCK.
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