~DGChapter 1.
When I was five years old my mother married Richard Lordly.
As we wait at the back of the church for the wedding to start, Mom’s eyes sparkled, almost as much as the 4 caret diamond on her ring finger. She seem to radiate happiness and to me she looked like a princess straight out of a fairy tale. I told her so and she gave me a squeeze and laughed. A soft silver sound and I was perfectly happy.
“Well thank you kind sir, I just hope Rick thinks so too,” She said, smoothing the white silk of her wedding dress. “After all he picked the dress out.” She add half to her self, a small frown flicking over her lips for the first time that day before disappearing as quickly as it came.
It wasn’t until years later that I realized what she know then, he had chosen her gown to make sure his bride would look fitting for his high society wedding.
Mom and Rick split when I was thirteen. I wouldn’t have cared that they were separating if it hadn’t torn my mom apart. Richard had never attempted to be a father to me. He had largely ignored my existence while lavishing upon his two biological sons from his first marriage. And he certainly never treated my mother as well as she deserved. I think he believed her to be beneath him because she came from a lower class.
However, before the divorce papers were finally, Mom found out she had cancer. The divorce was put on hold and Richard paid the bills while the doctors did everything in their power to save her.
She died six months later and Richard Lordly became my legal guardian.
It was only after her death that I truly realized his complete and utter lack of affection for me.
Her funeral was held on a cold winter morning and that evening, once everyone had left, Richard called me into his office. Seated behind a large walnut desk, its surface smoothed to perfection, he looked as his name described him, lordly. He ran a hand over his dark brown hair as though to sweep back from his high forehead as if it had not already been perfectly combed.
He didn’t offer me a chair and I remained standing. Leaning back in his own plush seat, he studied me. His mouth slightly pursed and turned down at the edges as though someone had handed him a banana peel and told him to eat it.
I fingered the cuff of my suit, uncomfortable under his scrutiny. Directing my own gaze to the top of his desk, my warp twin in the polished silver of a pen holder caught my attention. The squished figure stared back with blue eyes, half covered by blonde bangs. I search the reflection for any resemblance to my mother. I flinched when Richard suddenly spoke.
“Your mother’s treatments cost me a good deal.” He said, straightening a paper on his desk with a thumb and forefinger. Glancing up from it, his steel colored eyes met mine. “I did not pay June’s doctors out of the goodness of my heart, Allen. Had she lived, she would be receiving a rather large bill right about now. However, she didn’t.” He sighed, as though her dying had been nothing but a huge inconvenience to him and I had to dig my finger nails into my palms to stop my self from jumping over the desk and strangling him.
He continued. “And because of that, I’ve lost a lot of money and not only that but I’m left with her child and having to figured out what to do about it. After much thought though, I think I‘ve come up with a solution.” He sat forward and steeped his fingers. “Ask me what I’m going to do with you, Allen.”
A million different replies rose in my throat but I clamped my mouth shut. Stopping the angry words from spilling out. There was nothing I could say, nothing I could do. He owned me and we both knew it. I swallowed.
“What are you going to do with me?”
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