He woke up in the morning and he remembered that today was the day his father came to visit, today he didn't had to work, he felt reinvigorated by those ideas and quickly jumped off his bed, he dressed up, combed and shaved before entering the main room and greeting his mother. For his surprise his father was already there, and he was fighting with his mother as always. This didn't bother Dreothorn at all, since whatever his father thought he didn't cared. But today was diferent, he overhead some of their father's arguing before they noticed him and stopped.
"No woman, I'm doing enough already for you!"
"Really Beothern? And why are you doing this for us exactly?"
"That's none of your business! Just let me take a walk with that damn children of yours."
"Ours" Corrected him Eolyn.
"Fine, that damn children of OURS."
"I'll let you if you come back with two big chickens."
"Alright, I'll bring those chicken, now would you let me take that basta..."
"Good morning" Said Dreothorn, thinking that he had already heard enough.
"Good morning my dear" Said his mother.
"Common lad, eat quick and then we are taking a walk."
Dreothorn nodded, why does his father wanted to take a walk with him? The first meeting with him wasn't really pleasant, and they don't have a good relationship. Then why...
Dreothorn ate the breakfast as fast as he could, and head to the door with his father. At the beginning there was nothing more than silence, but after that his father spoke about rearranging the deal they had made. "No" that was the only answer he would give to him, that man wanted to flee of his responsabilities again, and he wouldn't let him.
After hearing such a dry answer, Beothern tried to be more "parental" as he called it, though he did not had a pinch of it. He tried to convince him again and again multiple times throughout the weeks, every attempt had the same answer "No" and there the conversation ended. Even one time he tried to buy Dreothorn with a young lady.
"How can you dare to do that?" Said Dreothorn, amazed by his father's audacity.
"Common Dreo, you're my son, I've seen that you're a real man. No man can say no to that beauty." Said his father, his green eyes glitered with lust, he thought that he had already won the fight.
"You're wrong father, the true man don't sleep with all the ladies he crosses, the true man respect them, the true man takes care of their sons when they are about to come into being." Dreothorn's eyes met his father's eyes, he could actualy see himself reflected in those cloudy eyes, "And you father, you aren't a man." saying that he quickly raised his fist up to his father's chin, and then left without looking back.
When he arrived at home he dropped on his bed. Would it be true? Would he be the exact reflection of his father, and he is only hiding behind a cloud of lies what he is in reality? This thoughts quickly dissipated to let the way open for a dark hole to swallow all....
To be continued...
