My letter to you
756 Words
George Finn third person POV
George felt deep pain as his family doctor cleaned his wound with a methylated spirit, and then grabbed a black looking liquid. It was iodine, he said. It will heal it faster, he had said. The poor boy felt so much pain and could get a grip of himself as the pain sunk into his bone.
“Next time you will know your place,” his mother said coldly, as she folded her arm watching.
“You know what you did to them was wrong, right?” He said with a frown.
“I am never wrong. Unlike some people here, I know my place,” she said, before groaning and sitting beside him. “Look, baby, I love you okay. You are my only child. I care so much about you. But you need to know your place in Hillow. You need to know your place in our community.”
“I do not care about my place!” George argued. “I care about my friends and the connections I keep.”
His mother frowned.
“Why don’t you keep reasonable connections then? This is why you need to go to France. Their lifestyle is different from ours. You will learn a lot from them and realize where the world is heading. You do not need that pauper. You need a different environment and lifestyle.”
“You are talking about what you want, not what I want,” George clarified. The doctor covered his wound with a bandage and took his stand.
“Make sure you change his bandage so that his wound doesn’t get infected,” he told her mother. She nodded and ran her hand down her son’s hair.
“You will learn soon, my son. I love you darling,” she pecked him on the cheeks and walked out.
George watched them leave. His body trembled in anger and he was getting inpatient. His friends were unfairly treated and he couldn’t bear it. The next morning, he hurried out of his room and wore his fur coat.
“Where the hell are you going?” His mother asked.
“I need to see my friends,” he argued before heading to the door.
“You don’t listen, do you?” She frowned in anger. “Just because your father isn’t here does not mean that you should disrespect me like this.”
George eyed her and opened the door rudely.
“Look, George, wait,” she pleaded, hurrying behind him. He turned back to her. “I understand I treated your friends unfairly and I…I am sorry. Could you…could you bring my earring on your dresser at least? The servants kept them there by accident.”
“Get them yourself!” George said rudely.
He hurried out the building and walked down the threshold.
“George please,” she pleaded. “Do this one thing for your mother. I promise not to come between you and your friends.”
He stopped walking and gazed at her.
“Promise?” He made her give her word.
“I am your mother. I would never lie to you,” she gave her word.
Due to his love for her he couldn’t hurt her feelings, he nodded and walked back inside to get her earrings. Arriving at his room, he saw no earrings. All he saw was an empty table cabinet and that was it.
“Mum, there is nothing here,” he said, turning towards his mother. Suddenly, she shut the door forcefully with a smirk and locked him in.
“You fool! You think I will let you go anywhere!” She laughed.
“Mum, what are you doing?” He banged the door in anger.
“They have brainwashed you my son! I won’t let that keep happening anymore! You aren’t going back to them, okay?” She roared before calming her tone and smiling. “I know better, George. Trust me.”
“Mum! Open this door right now!” He banged the door in anger.
She scoffed and walked out, slipping the room key into her pocket.
George felt deeply hurt and angered. This made no sense! This wasn’t what he signed up for. Glaring at his door for a while, he’d kicked it with his feet and roared. He needed to contact his friends somehow. He couldn’t just leave them like that.
Desperately, he tore out a sheet of paper and began to write a letter.
“Hey Miranda, it’s me…George.”
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