Erici Frederyck (PART 3)

 

“You must have felt sad, being called a slave. In that case see me as your elder sister.”, she gave a slight smile and scolded me. I wanted to ask her, every single thing that happened today. But she wouldn’t speak anything until I would clean the complete house. I was getting henpecked, every single time she came to see the progress, I do not know why but it seems she totally was going for the character of the insolent elder sister.
    The more difficult to understand was that I had accumulated so much paper bits over the years. But these ordeal was surfacial. All the time I was tidying up, I was brooding over the night on terrace. The day I saw would not come until tommorow, I do not think it was a dream. It was too real for that to happen, this phenomena was not the same as that of when mother and father ceased to exist. Yet I had an eerie sensation of their relation. They could not be understood with the usual comman sense.

At about 12.30 a.m, she had dinner. Roasted beef and pasta, this house had just experienced a rejuvination ceremony of some sort. I was drooling over the color, the scent, the flavour must have been rich. She made a serving for me, though she looked kind of sad, I not accepting a meal served before me. It would distort my fasts, one of my unannounced principles.
  “You must get a haircut tommorow”, she commanded. Now this was way too much, sure cleaning and stuff is okay, but this was beyond reasonable, she said she was playing mom now.

  “Nobody is listening to you bitch. Besides, I have other problems to deal with.”, I shouted. She stood from the sofa, and came closer to my face. I was flustered, I could feel her breath hitting me. She looked me into the eyes, I could feel my heart racing…
A loud bang surrounded my ears, leaving me stunned. For a moment, I couldn’t understand what happened after which I had a sensation of pain on my cheek. She slapped me. It took me a while to process that.
 “…Listen, just do as I say and you would be well off”, she urged me but her act made it clear that this was a clear warning. Erici, her deep crimson eyes, crept deep into your soul. An existance that would overpower me anyday, it was a clear example of the weak being obliged to the strong. Nonetheless, I could feel that she was worried about me. Guess there’s no end to this. No matter what I do, I would fail.
 “Man, are you for real? I was living quitely and peacefully. Yeah it was not the best way live or may I say I was just alive but there was no interference”, I cried. It was pathetic that I started whining out of desperation. This was the last stand.

 “There are things much out of the range of comman understanding. Things that will eventually devour you if you are left on your own”. She told with a complex expression. I couldn’t understand what she was talking about but her words emphasised on unworldly phenomena. Like what happened earlier, when I tried to bore her away. I do understand that physical strenght alone cannot be justification of time travel but the way she used her words implies that she knew what occurred back then.

 “So… how many hours have passed since we met?”, considering she doesn’t know what happened back then, I can guess the answer must be four hours however if-

 “…..About ten hours or more. I cannot tell you more than that. I just ask of you one thing… obey me”. Was there even an option after saying something like that? But more importantly, even if it is a cue. The mystery behind that night.
   If I grab the tail of this matter, it would provide more than an answer to all of my questions. The thing was, at the time of when I first tried to search answers for that incident, I was greeted with disappointment. There were no studies, records or witnesses about any other related events as of my research. And now, after all this time I finally get a lead. If this is what it takes to sate my curiosity so be it. I have already lived as like an animal so this was not to humiliating in the slightest.
 “Fine I’ll do as you say, but down the line you have to give me some answers”. She kept her mouth shut for a couple of moments, it seemed that my proposal had troubled her. There was these turmoil and pain in her expression. I could catch the subtle change in her breathing. Was that too much to ask? But that ain’t be right. I was here agreeing to live basically as a slave, she points out that it was for my security. I get that she means only I turn twenty one, the Child preservation would stop lending me a hand, and I had to earn a living. After giving a thought, she nodded. But there was still a catch, she would spill the beans only when the right time comes. When the right time comes, what does that even suppose to mean?

After our little agreement I had with Fred, I obidiently ate the meal. It tasted so heavenly, tears flowed down my sucken eyes. For the first time in five years, I had food. It can be even called beyond delicious. I never thought I would regret living a life like I did, all this time. Erici herself had a broad smile on her face, a grin of satisfaction. I humbly thanked her for it. Was this what the silhouette told me? I wonder. What path to be trodden carefully.