Dining with the Boss
Deciding it was better to be comfortable, I sat down at the desk and noticed that there was a pen and paper. Dear god this better not be the scene in the movie where I have to write to my mother about how happy I was to be here. Hmph he wishes I'd write that, I'm not sure what John's deal is but he sure as he** doesn't know how to deal with teens. I sent up a silent prayer to Buddha and whatever other deity is out there to look after my mom and Persephone. Time dragged on as I just sat there in silence, waiting to be 'called' to have dinner with my father. Since I had this time of silence to myself I took the opportunity to meditate and clear my head of anything and everything.
"Young master, the boss is waiting for you in the dining hall. I am here to escort you to dinner." Marcos' voice came through muffled.
I stood up and glared at the door, I suppose if I don't he'll get pissed off now won't he? Let him wait then, hope he doesn't hold his breath. I turned and continued to meditate, ignoring Marcos' words and the subsequent knocking on the door.
Marcos left and headed towards the dining room to tell the Boss of the Young Master's antics. He approached the door and stood at the entrance for a while trying to build up the confidence to inform the boss of what's going on. Taking a deep breath and swallowing his saliva, his adams apple bobbed slowly as he opened the door to the dining room. Sitting at a large dining table with plenty of food, sat the Boss who when he heard the door open he immediately looked up to see who had entered. His face immediately changed from calm to irate in the blink of an eye. He stood up fixed his suit coat as if he was going to a meeting with veteran war generals. Marcos quickly moved to the side to give some distance between him and the Boss, he shuddered at the thought of what he was going to do to Parker.
John, walked with unhurried steps toward my room and boy could I hear the heavy steps. I could also hear Marcos' hurried steps following not too far behind him. I had no choice but to wait since all I had was time, and he had to either accept the patience or the finesse to wage a war against me. At least that's what I thought until I hear this loud bang and then see splinters flying past my ears. What the he** was that?! I slowly turned around to see John slowly putting his leg down and the look on his face was that of a demon from hell coming to collect the damned.
" Parker, you will join me for dinner now or you will be confined to this room for a very long time!" John roared.
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"I know you are angry at me for taking you away from your mom but she's had you for the past fourteen years. Can't you at least try and be civil with me?" John sounded exasperated.
"Perhaps if you would have asked and these men didn't threaten to harm my mother if I didn't come I would have possibly considered to treat you civilly. However, your tactics were that only a heinous villain whom has no place in this world. You don't know me John, you are familiar with me as a tropical snake in the Arctic. Also, if you really cared to have me around why wait until I am old enough to be defiant to you? Be warned now 'Father' , be careful what you wish for."
I stood up and calmly walked past the furious John, and the stunned Marcos heading towards the dining room. Not sparing a glance back at the two men, I push open the doors and I am greeted to a huge banquet meal. There were a few men standing around the perimeter of the room hands clasped in front, sort of like the secret service men and women. I find the only other seat that is made up and sit quietly, waiting for 'dear old dad' to show up. He walked in and sat down in the other seat with a huff. The dinner proceeded in silence where a pin drop would sound like a dropped pot at the moment. I finished my dinner and got up without a word and went back to my room, even without a door I was going to be as obedient as he wants for now.
The next morning, I was awoken by the rays of the morning sun. I stretched and went to the closet to grab something for me to wear before I took my shower. There were plenty of name brand clothes most not my style, but perhaps I could through this old man off by dressing up like him. Holding my chin I grab a undershirt, a white button down, grey slacks and a matching suit jacket. I rushed to the bathroom with my wardrobe for the day and quickly freshened up. I put on the outfit and looked at myself in the mirror, not really liking what I seen I popped the top two buttons and fluffed up my hair. There perfect the rebellious tsundere looking 'guy', I straightened my jacket and left the bathroom with a sense of loss.
Stepping out there stood Marcos and John both seemed to be expecting me to come out in my clothes that I wore coming in. I glanced at them before I walked to the chairs and just plopped myself onto the seat without a care. I decided the moment I was brought into the car, this man was going to regret taking me away from my mother. A light flashed in my eyes but recovered quickly, I gave a crooked smile before brushing past the two men to the dining hall once again for breakfast. Pushing the doors open I choked on the sight of the meal consisting of only meat. Hmph, I suppose he thinks that I just haven't tried the right sort of meat to want to eat, no thank you sir. I sat down and stared at every single dish trying to find one vegetable or oat in the mix. To my dismay there was not a single one, so I quietly sat there waiting for the two men to come to the dining hall.