The gate of the Bradley Family mansion was large, golden, and high. It was caught between two large marble-crested walls with flowers growing along the length of the walls, stretching far into the distance both ways."Are you sure this is the place?" Luke asked Isaiah, still skeptical of the situation. A smile still clung to Lawrence's face as he moved the steering wheel. The gates opened automatically and he drove through, eyes flickering. Isaiah watched him closely, and he knew that the driver was aware that he was being watched.Isaiah turned to Luke, whispering, "I think so." He pointed out the window to the wall. On them was the Bradley family symbol artistically etched with much grace. "We're definitely at the family house."Between the gate and a rather large house was a fine expanse of land, marked with much greenery and colorful flowers. On one side was a ranch with horses and cows moving around. On the other side was what looked like a garden, large and beautifully designe

Mrs. Julia Bradley sat at one end of the table, face to face with a number of other people with such dignifying features to them. Her face bore the look of a witch, and as she held a glass of red wine, she appeared in the light to look as though she was about to sip blood. "Come, Julia," one of the people called out, "where has your husband made out to? Don't tell me he has left just you on the table again?" She was a woman with such dollish facial features, accentuated more by the unnatural makeup she put on her face."Hell if I know," Julia responded, one hand on her forehead now. "He is probably out playing with the pigs again. I don't care."And by pigs, she meant people of lower class. "Oh, you do care," another woman responded to her, eyes with much concern burning in them. "We can tell from just how angry you look.""I don't know, Evola. If I were you, I wouldn't poke my nose into other people's business. Yours is equally as soft and ready to bust open.""There she goes aga

With a raised nose as if he was about to sniff the air for something intangible, he turned away and walked straight to the car. Isaiah watched as the man acted as if he was nothing but a mere nobody, a nonentity that was not deserving of air. Oh if only he knew just who the person he was acting as a snub to was.When the visitors got into their cars and drove away, leaving just Anthony and his son behind, the old silver haired man's face grew from the look of seriousness that he had masked himself with to a look of relief. He sighed loudly, and his shoulders lowered, almost as though he had been carrying a large burden on him for such a long time now."Who are they?" Isaiah asked. "Business associates and some friends of my wife" Anthony replied briskly. "They don't know what good they have done for me leaving my house. Now what I need to is face my wife."Isaiah noted the grave tone with which he said the last words....Mr. Lawrence stood just outside of the rest room when a young

Isaiah and the golden haired boy held each other's gaze for far longer than anyone should be able to deem comfortable. Nathan's eyes burroweed into Isaiah's soul, as well, as Isaiah's eyes proved to be a window to a mysterious soul—a person that should not be messed with.Isaiah, as well as his father, Anthony who had his eyes towards somewhere else on purpose just to avoid the sharp glare of his foster son, wondered when the staring will end. Isaiah longed for it to end, but it seemed the person he was staring at was adamant to make him uncomfortable.But soon enough, Nathan smiled, dropping his gaze and squeezing his hand around the railings he held. "Is that your friend, father?" Anthony flinched at being called father by Nathan. Isaiah noticed it, and he thought the boy up ahead of him would notice it too. That his so called father just did not like it so much to be called his father.Anthony turned around to him. "Yes," he said, a voice with a certain shiver. Isaiah could hear

Anthony felt himself shake, but held himself upright as soon as possible. He wouldn't let himself become so trepidated because he was in the presence of Nathan, who was very much just a boy in his early twenties."So when are you planning on telling mom?" Nathan said, to Anthony the words seem to come straight out of the blue. An unexpected thing that he never thought he would hear."What are you even talking about?" The silver haired old man asked, staring down at the young muscular man in front of him. "You're not going to tell me, are you?" Nathan asked. "You still want to play ignorant of everything? You still think I don't know what's going on?"The sun had begun to come out. For sometime now it has hidden behind the clouds. It shone clearly on Anthony's face."I am clear you don't know what's going on, Nathan. Because there is nothing going on. Except in your head, maybe. What are you thinking? I would like to know. You know we really have never had a conversation about the th