I’m ready to find out if Elliott’s daddy is as evil as he looks like. I think he isn’t but will see. I love finding out, every week, just like the rest of you. ❤
Week 9 of 52: Elliott’s POV [story continues right after the last entry]
Hello, son. Missed me?”
Elliott tilted his head, amused by his father’s entrance. Only to have him mimic all his movements. “You know this aren’t the Dark Ages? You don’t have to make a production every time you show up.”
“Is that how you greet your father?”
Elliott sighed. No need to answer. Fifty-three years of peace and quiet down the drain. Avoiding his father might be impossible, but he had done well for half a century.
“I do, my boy, but you always loved my eccentricities. You used to giggle ‘till your heart’s content.”
“And I was what two? Three-years old? He walked toward the kitchen, ignoring his father. Just to had him reappeared in front of him. Instead of giggling, he walked through him.
“Damn it, Elliott! You know how much I hate that stupid trick.”
His father’s voice dripped with power but Elliott had more than enough practice shielding himself against it. Reaching the fridge, Elliott removed two beers, and two frosted mugs. But didn’t face his father. He needed to drawback his smile. Yes, walking through his father was juvenile, but rattling him was payback. And payback was a bitch. It wasn’t his fault it was the only way to make his father feel pain. The only taste the devil got of the misery he inflicted in others. The single moment he became vulnerable.
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