THIRD POV
Ha!
Trevour sighed after a full gruelling day at School he finally could relax. He went to clear and slightly out some required document and possible payments here and there
It is good they didn't come, we wouldn't have been able to go out and enjoy ourselves.
Those fucks at the sckool just kept giving me a hard time..
" Finally my body can rest.."mind sinking into the Dreamland
Growl! The sound broke his train of thought
"...."Fuck! He said with an eyeroll
He has forgotten he hasn't eaten all day. He was so busy the hunger berely registered itself in his belly
A mistake he often made
Knock knock!
" Who is there" Trevour said
" It's me sir" a young feminine voice rang from behind his room door. It belonged a maid who has been working for his uncle for as long as he could remember" sir Mike requested you should come down to join the rest of the family for dinner"
"Oh..er....you can tell him I already ate before coming" he brushed it off, wanting to avoid dinner with his uncles family. But she pressed on" he insists sir"
Great! hands flaying into the air in frustration he doesn't eat with the family because his uncle's wife Miranda doesn't like our family one bit and extends that frustration to Trevour in any given time and at every chance she gets.
So trevour tries as much to avoid them seeing eye to eye but now.....
Haa..Growl!
His stomach growled again, now embarrassed he gets up to freshening up deciding to risk this once for his uncle and most of all his stomach.
He can't go to sleep like this. Not to keep the maid waiting he instructs her to tell his uncle he would be down soon
Quickly stripping, he enters the shower for a hot bath to get rid of the days stench
Minutes after, he exits wiping his skin dry quickly doned on his pyjamas not wanting to keep his uncle waiting
Click clack!
He walks down the stairs into the living space and then proveeds into the adjacent corridor then into the dining room. And his greeted with a whole house
" Erm...good evening" glacing around walking up to the only empty seat at the last of the table
" Took you long enough" a sudden voice sliced throught the dinning, sharp and unyielding giving a wild vibe... And obviously my aunty.
Sighing quietly under his breath " sorry aunty, wouldn't happen again"
" That is what you say every fucking time you wimp...."
"Melinda!" His uncle's voice thundered throught the room bouncing of the walls, echoing " that's enough give the poor boy a break, now let's eat"
"I am not a poor boy" I screamed.... obviously in my head. Even if I have a thousand balls I wouldn't say shit!
We are in silence the silence deafning the occasional clangs of cutleries ringing out drawing the gaze of the others
The dinner passed I praised the meal and headed to my room almost breaking into a sprint.
Ha!
Hitting my back on the bed hand letting out a breath in relief placing my palm behind my head
My thought drifted further and further and I eventually fell asleep
...........
At the dining after Trevour left
"....you couldn't give the poor guy a break" uncle Mike's voice rang, casually dismissing the maids with a wave
" Not my problem....he makes me threat him that way when he doesn't do things right"
"Hmmmmm....if you say so.." Mike said swirling his glass with grace and downing in one fell swoop. His eyes held some sort of darkness hidden in it
Few hours later
The night wind blew gently the curtains swinging slightly with the wind the round blue moon shone is enchanting light on the mansion the glow spilling into Trevours room
Overall the atmosphere was serene....until...
Ring ring!
Swaying from under the covers trevours reached out to the bed stand picking the call
" Yes.... who is this..." His voice slow and sleepy
" Erm am I onto Trevour wiston" a female professional voice spoke, her voice a bit frantic
"....yes...who is this"he answered clearity registering slowly
" Erm...it's about your family"
"My what..?!" Trevour jumped up his voice sharp but shaking a little. An ominous feeling gradually settled in his chest" what is wrong with my family"
"...this may be hard Mr Trevour...but...your family boarded a private jet but 30 minutes after take off both jet engines failed....and.. we are sorry.....
Blank!
Clatter clatter! The phone dropped to the ground
He froze, his senses numb the wind brought this stale smell almost like blood . His heart rate boomed as though a thousand horses ran at once the mear ground trembling beneath them
His blood pressure spiked and ..he fainted!
Bam! He hit the ground
The slow breeze of the night wind wasn't as gentle as before but now like the slow whisper of death. The curtains flared and the window rattled from the sudden gush of wind like the devil himself was trying to break out from the gates of hell
Cold and Terrifying!
The moon's glow illuminated a fancy piece of paper on his work desk
His diploma!