The Past

HELEN

He sits in front of the table, looking blankly at the food I have diligently prepared for him. He is not even paying attention to the pudding I have prepared. His mind is obviously somewhere else. He has not been able to shake it off yet, that attack he had earlier. He is still suffering from its side effects. He must be in so much pain, and I am unsure as to how to console him. 

Tripod cuddles up in his hands, purring and meowing, but he pays his child no mind. He still does not move. Instead, his emerald eyes grow even darker, like a storm cloud lurking over him. The storm threatens to fall anytime soon. The cat lets out a soft purr, trying to reach his father's face, but Lais still does not respond.

How dare anyone make him feel this way. I will make them pay ever so dearly.

"Your food will go cold if you pay it no heed. Eat, I specially prepared that for you. I will be disappointed if you refuse a meal I especially prepared for you," I say.