Craig♡♢

"Wait, really?" Luke gasps as Brian's eyes widen. "Lemme get a good look at 'im!" Brock declares, pushing his way to the front of the group. My eyes narrow and Tyler's head twists towards us as more smoke floats around his head. He ducks his head and bolts off, gone just like that. "Why was 'e around 'ere?" Jonathan snarls, his lip literally lifting up like a dog's would. I turn towards Brian. "Did someone hire him!?" I snap, Brian flinching back.

"No sir! I swear! We only have the slaves and the personal servants, sir!" Brian gasps, stepping back a little. "Craig-" Brock starts, but I swat him away. "What's the point of having all this estate and all these workers if some slum boy can get in here and ruin it all, huh!?" I shout, feeling my face heat up. Brian stiffens and sighs looking down. "I'm sorry sir, I'll be sure it won't happen again, sir" He murmurs before turning and walking the way he came.

"Woah" Evan snorts, impressed. "The priss can get mad" He snickers at his own joke and I scowl before storming over to where Tyler had been standing. "Gosh Craig wait for us!" Jonathan hollers, chasing me with Luke, then Evan, and finally Brock in pursuit. A slave kneels in the mud, one hand doing her work and the other holding something against her chest. "Slave!" I bark, and her head snaps towards me with wide eyes. She raises her arm out of instinct and I see a rag clutched in her hand.

"What is that!? Who gave that to you!?" I ask, snatching it away from her. "Iz a biscuit s-sir! Tha' man tha' wus just here gave it ta' me!" She says, holding her hands to her chest. I frown and open the rag, it looks like she wasn't lying. "Don't take nothin' that man gives t' you" Jonathan spits, literally spits on the ground. "No, no... here" I sigh, feeling stupid for letting myself get so mad. I hand the girl the rag back and she thanks me quietly before we walk away.

"Why'd y' give it back t' her?" Luke asks me as we start trudging back. "Why would I take it?" I shoot back, and that makes him think. The walk back is quieter, though I hear Evan trying to hush Jonathan and his quiet swearing. Gee, he can't talk about Tyler sinning, he swears more then anyone I've ever met, Jonathan.

We arrive back in front of the estate and I see father standing on the porch with Brian, both of them speaking quickly. Evan whistles. "I'll go get the carriage boy" He says in a rush, gripping Jonathan's wrist and walking towards the stables. "Is Brian alright?" Brock asks softly, standing at my side. Luke is glaring Evan down, making small, unhappy sounds. "Of course he is, father is probably just giving him some orders. I'm surprised he's not giving them to Brian's father, though" I admit.

Brian's family has always worked for us, for as long as I can remember. His father is my father's servant just as he is mine. I guess father is training him to take Brian's father's place. Boy that's a mouthful. I'm pulled out of my thoughts when Evan calls. "Guys! We should all get goin' now!" He calls, so Luke pats me on the shoulder and Brock hums a goodbye before heading off towards the carriage.

I step towards the porch to hear father hiss. "Next time that faggot is on my property you best have him shot full of buckshot, y'here?"