Leisure Room Inspiration

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"You allowed him to kiss your neck. Well more like deeply indulge in it with just how dark those marks still are." I say accusingly at Gene. We were just reminiscing over the events of last night here in the leisure room; and finally she was beginning to talk about what happened between her and Adionis.

She takes up her glass of wine, taking a big gulp of it.

"I would rather talk about how you and your general included the entire ballroom into your love affair."

"Nooo, we are talking about you. How did it happen?" She scoffs, finishing off the glass, and resting it down.

"I swear nothing was to come from it other than us going together Agatha. But the entire atmosphere around us was always just... intense. I went to go to the ladies room, because I felt too overwhelmed with our dance, and he didn't want me going on my own, so he came with me. My mind was jumbled up, my heart racing, I was outright panicking on the inside.

I have not felt this way since my first husband, and trusting Adionis feels too easy for my liking." I nod in understanding.

"When we arrived at the bathroom, I went in finding no one there and I did intend to just get myself together and exit but, the next thing I know, I'm opening the door, asking him to come in. I'm not even sure how no one came in while we were there." She goes to say something, and I could already tell what it might be so I cut her off.

"Tell me everything. It's better to talk about it."

She rolls her eyes in annoyance, but continues either way.
"He locked the door behind us, and lead me towards the mirror. We didn't do anything at first, just stared at each other. His hands were to his sides, mines resting on the counter, before I shamelessly took hold of his hands and wrapped them around my body." My eyes go to widen but I keep them neutral, not wanting to make her stop.

"For a moment I just wanted to be held Agatha. Not worrying about anything. He eventually leaned forward and lightly kissed my neck, and I just...I allowed myself to gave in."

I blame her ex husband for her fear of truly trying again. The man is the definition of a disappointment.

He left her because he wanted a wife he could control and show off as a trophy on his arm, not a woman with a dream.

He hated that she was ambitious, hated that she took the money he gave her for shopping and had saved up and bought the building we work in today, to start her publishing company.

She tried to reason with him that she would still do her wifely duties and work at the same time, but he demanded that she stopped her foolishness or he would divorce her.

Of course she didn't give up on her dream, and because of that, he left. Took her two boys with him, and made them believe that she had chosen a dream over them.

She was heartbroken. She loved them with her entire being, but this one thing he couldn't allow her to have. So for that, she used the pain of the situation to make her dream a reality. I only wished she would give the forty seven year old man a chance. I and everyone else knew, Adionis cared deeply for her.

He looked at her like she was the only star in the sky. The only one who holds absolute control and power over his heart.

After his house had burned down last year, he needed somewhere to stay, and seeing as Hernandez was in the process of moving out to his new house, we both thought it would be great if he got his old room.

Adionis had been married before, but his wife passed away eight years ago from a heart attack. He lost every memory and belonging of her in that fire, and I when I thought it must have been so horrible for him knowing how much he loved her, he saw it as a avenue for him to finally let go of her and allow himself to love again, after wallowing in self pity and hate the last eight years, as he told me.

"I think you have nothing to worry about with Adionis. He seems to truly care about you Geney. I'm not saying to rush into anything, because I know you have to heal fully, but I think you should at least give yourself a chance at love and to be loved again." She shurgs her shoulders, reaching for the bottle to pour herself some more.

"What of this fan you're inviting to the first meeting?" I sigh mentally, going along with it.

"Mehrida and Eloise, they have been saving up to attend, but aren't able to. I thought it nice to invite them."

"Are you sure of this? I don't want anyone looking down on them because of their clothes and status."

"Then they can leave the dinner. I won't tolerate anyone embarrassing another. I'll organize everything so they look their best."

"We already have a lot on our plate though Agatha. The new edition to the book, you still have poems to acquire from those individuals you have in mind, on top of having to plan for everything." I go to reply to her, but Jeromy enters the room, his facial expression was cold and hard, causing me to worry.

"What's wrong?"

"The ocean has become unsettled." My eyes widen in disbelief, as I feel a weight fall on to my shoulders.

Impossible.

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Foyer Inspiration

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We walk into the foyer, my body feeling stiff, as I watched the woman who birthed me, sit before me in a wheel chair, a man and little girl standing on either side of her.

Seemed nothing had changed. Her face still had that cold bitter look of disgust on it.

"What are you doing here?" I dryly ask and she scoffs.

"So this is what your sins have acquired you?" I roll my eyes at her.

"If you are here simply to judge my way of living mother, I would rather you leave my place of peace."

"Peace? There is no peace for evil doers!" She spits out.

"Then there must be a reason why you are here then." She narrows her eyes at me, before looking away and to the man next to her.

"I told you not to bring me here." She grits out. Narrowing my eyes at him, I try to remember  where I knew his face from, but nothing came to mind.
"I told you I do not need to be here. As a priest-"

"Priest?" They both look to me. The only priest of our village was...recognition chimes in my brain, as the image of a younger blank face  priest's son plagued my memory.

"Kevin?" I look him over, taking in his appearance.
"Seems you have finally taken over your father's position." His demeanor falls slightly, but he doesn't lower his head.

"Don't speak to him like he is a friend of yours." My mother speaks, but I don't pay her mind.

"Father Kevin Griffith. Finally shepherd over his father's sheep..." I fold my arms, chuckling. "Fascinating."

"It's nice to see you again Agatha." I hum in response.

"Why are you here? And who is the child?" I look towards her. She keeps her head down, not meeting my eyes. Her hair was indeed beautiful and full for such a young age, but then again, perfection is only what mother accepted.

"Her name is Annabella Phillia." My mother proudly says, a look of pride on her face towards the child.

"You adopted a child mother?"

"Yes and she is my perfect daughter."

"No one is perfect mother." She scoffs, rolling her eyes at me.

"You are not."

Biting down on my teeth, she smirks at my reaction.
"I honestly have a lot more important things that need me attention, so why are you all here?" I ask again, beginning to dread this entire sudden visitation.

"Your mother unfortunately had a freak accident." Kevin speaks and I furrow my eyes at her.

"Freak accident? And here I thought old age commanded her to be in a wheelchair." The child's shifts in her spot, and I take note of that.

"Well...she fell down the stairs at the house and because of it, she is now paralyzed from the chest area go down." Is that so? I analyze her. Paralyzed?

"You don't have to worry, there is still some movement in her fingers and toes, great signs that full recovery is possible with the proper medical treatment." He reports.

"I am fine! I told you I had no need to come here!" She turns only her head to look at the man, and it finally registers in my brain as to why she hasn't actually moved from the chair since being here.

I genuinely thought it was old age.

Ha!

"Sister Rebecca, the village's doctor said you need supervision twenty four/seven, and no one is available to get you the proper care you need in the village." He looks to me, and I almost burst out laughing.

"Oh most certainly not. She won't be staying here." I answer before he could even ask, the horrendous question I knew was there.

"Agatha you are the only one who can get her the proper medical treatments and care that she needs. She is your mothe-"

"You of all people know what happened in that god forsaken village Kevin! Don't speak to me as if her being my mother is meant to soften my heart." Gene places her hand on my shoulder, and I take in a deep breath, composing myself once more.

"If you have any honor left for me and for God, you will do this."

"Don't use God against me, and I could care less about honoring you mother." Her jaw drops.

"She could die Agatha." He says and I huff.

Looking her directly in her eyes I say,
"Let her." The room falls into a chilling silence, my mother's eyes filled with fury, the little girl's shoulders shaking as she quietly cried.

"I birthed you! I gave you life, you disrespectful girl!" Anger could not describe the feeling coursing through my veins right now.

"You have all right Agatha." Kevin voices and I turn my gaze to him.
"We all have the right to wish nothing but death on our parents. I can not force you. We'll take our leave." He goes to stand behind my mother, looking to push her back out the door, but the little girl steps forward, looking at me with sad, puffy for eyes.

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Annabella Phillia

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"Please." She begs as more tears fall. She was a lot lighter than I in complexion, a slight shine to it; most definitely because of the excessive amount of lavender oil mother would of have her religiously oil her skin with, Im sure.
"Please help us." She begs me.

"Do not beg this spawn of Satan girl!" Mother scolds her, and she softly apologizes, moving back to stand at her side with her head bowed.
Hm.

"The least she can do after all I have done for her is do some good. All this money you have earned from your sinful routines, it's the least you can do!" I ignore the woman, keeping my eyes on the little child, who played with her fingers, eyes remaining on the floor.

She reminded me of myself at that age. Forcefully obedient.

"I would act according Ms. Phillia..." Gene speaks up, and I glance to her, finding that Adonis, Hernandez and the others are all here now as well.
"You are here needing Agatha's assistance, not the other way around." The disgust and fire in my mother's eyes was clearly evident towards Gene. So much so if this were those cartoons, I believe steam would be coming out of her ears.

"You're the woman that made my daughter even more bounded to hell."

"No...I'm the woman who helped her fulfill her dream. Agatha is one of the greatest writers in the capital. Recognized by even the royal family themselves." I stare at Gene with pride.
"She has made a name for herself and has become more successful than, what is it you told her the last time we visited? She'll never accomplish anything great without your guidance. Is that it?" Her face screws up.

"Wait here, I will...speak, to the household about this...circumstance." I state, and the priest nods. Gene looks to me surprised, but follows me into the living room with the others.

Jeromy closes the door behind us, walking forwards bit.

"You can't be thinking of letting her stay." Gene states and I look to her.

"I knew some day I would see her again, but not like this Gene. And with a child of all things." I confess.

"So what shall you do?" Jeromy asks me.

"Having her live here means she's going to become an adamant member of the household. She'll be living with us." I state and they all nod.

"By the looks of things, she despises this more than you." Hector says and I chuckle softly.

"The girl she spoke so horrible about, is now the one she needs help from. Of course she'll be infuriated."

"So, are you letting her stay?" Gene asks, and I fold my arms.

"I honestly see no reason for me to play hero here. And I am no mood to be playing switch of emotions with her either, but the child..." I voice my thoughts.

"She looks scared of her." Hector notes and I nod.

"And I have a feeling there is more to the freak accident story they speak of." Hernandez makes note, and I nod again.

"I agree." Jeromy says.

"Did you really mean it when you said let her die?" Hector asks, and I remain silent. The memory of my prayer to God that day, comes out the door of the dark room I kept all those memories locked up in.

"God...I know it's not good to wish death on others, but can you please take her." I cry out to him, as I kneeled before my bed.

"I was thirteen when I first asked God to kill her. It was my seventh time of her "sessions of perfection"; my back was swollen, and stinging from the atonement she said I had to pay for my sins."

"Sweetie I must do this. Repeat it." She sweetly told me. I tried getting my hands out of the ropes, begging her once again to please let me go, but it only seemed to tighten.

"Repeat it!" She yells, hitting my back with the leather whip again, a broken sob breaks through my mouth, and I do as told. My teary gaze meeting that of my father, as I said it.

"His stripes we must also bear. As-"

"As he suffered, we must suffer." Jeromy turns around to the door, and we find the child, standing half way in the door.

"I..I know you said wait, but..." I narrow my eyes at her, and she looks down, beginning to fidget with her fingers.

"How old are you?" She slowly looks up.

"Eleven." She softly answers. Hm.

"Has she whipped you before?" I ask, and her eyes flashes with a look of pain.

"She started only this month. She said it was wiser to start earlier so that I would turn out differently than you did." I roll my eyes at my mother's diabolical thinking.

"She's only eleven." Hernandez murmurs, a sad look on all of their faces.

"I was so scared. I didn't want to be beaten again. The..other three times had hurt really bad and I...the ropes weren't as tight, and I got out before she could start the session and ran. She got hold of my arm by the staircase and I fought back." She lowers her head.
"I didn't mean to make her fall." She softly mutters, and it all started to made sense. Gene gasps in shock next to me.

I couldn't help that the corner of my lips curled up so slightly at the girl's revelation.

Kevin decides to walk in just then and I roll my eyes at him.

"You could have told me the child is responsible for the freak accident Kevin."

"Would it have changed your mind?" I remain silent.
"I know you hate your mother Agatha, but she's only eleven." He points to the child, who looked down again.
"She doesn't deserve to be punished for the evil done to her." I turn my body fully to face them.

"Why not have her reported? Send her to jail?"

"And what happens after? Annabella will be sent back to the home, and you and I both know there is so much wrong with our village Agatha, so much wrong with it. She'll be safer here with you." I narrow my eyes at the man, confused at his genuine care towards the child.

"Even if she is safer here, that means I have to tolerate that idiotic woman in my foyer." He sighs.

"Again, I won't force you Agatha, but I can't do anything for her as far as you can." I fold my arms, smirking.

"And here I thought you would of turned out to be a replica of your father, or worse." His posture straightens almost instantly at my words, and finally something other than a blank stare was present.

"I can promise you, the ways of my father was lowered into the ground with his dead body" hmm. Is that so?

I slowly make my way to him, making sure to make my movements seductive and alluring for him. It was only perfect that the dress chosen today was a more fitting make.

I glance down to his pants, finding no print of an erection, and it honestly didn't surprise me. I think the thought of sex appeased the man, especially ever since...well...we all have our story to tell.

I slowly cast my gaze back to his eyes, pleased that his eyes never left mine, nor did his posture shift.

"Your father...dead?" I ask as I reach him and he firmly nods.

"Hmm...May he burn forever in hell." I say and he chuckles lightly, not shifting his gaze from mine.

"Amen." He dryly replies causing me to chuckle. I take a step back, analyzing him once more. He did not resemble his father one bit, most definitely taking after his beautiful mother; seems his way of thinking came from her also, because I honestly thought he would turn out to be like the devil he had to call a father.

Turning I walk away from him, moving back towards my original spot. Gene and the others, paying close attention the events in front of them.

"There are only two products that come out of our village Kevin." I turn to face him.
"Children who grow up to be exactly like their parents...and then there are those that grow up to be nothing like them." He stares at me, unfazed.

"I know as well as you of that fact. And I would kill myself first, than dare to be like my father." He strongly says and I slowly nod.
Is this really the boy that remained quiet at all times?

Even after his mother took her own life, he remained quiet. Not a tear shed at the funeral. And not forgetting...hm.

"They can stay."