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Chapter 1- Locket Mansion
#(Thor Jay)#
Silence surrounds me because its always empty at the big mansion I live in. Three hundred empty bedrooms. Vacant livingroom, dining room, kitchen, maids quarters, and library. Its just me for a few miles. Mom left when I was one years old. Dad lives with his trophy wife and 2 children. Matthew and Sapphire. Matt and Sofie is what he calls them though. They have never meet me or even knowing of my existence. I am a stranger. They live on the other side of town and probably here the stories of the boy on Track Road. Everyone knows about me. Some the stories. Others my name. All rumours. Not real all to make you get scared of the boy on Track Road. The boy who is a mute.
My house was built in the 1820's by my family. There is a workers quarters and a very big kitchen. The kitchen is 5,000 square feet. It also has a secret wall connected to the ballroom. The ballroom is huge. When you open the doors you walk into the ballroom. In the ballroom to the right is a staircase that leads to the second, third, fourth, and fifth floors. On the fifth floor there is a stairway to the attic. Under the stairs in the ballroom is a doorway to a livingroom and dining room. In the livingroom there is a fireplace and a doorway to the basement. The basement has a pool, theater, gym, and game area. The third floor is a library. The second floor is full of offices and drawing rooms. A sound proof music and recording room. The fourth floor is full of bedrooms for the attendants. So is the fifth. Its beautiful to me. Then again I have lived here my whole life.
I stand in the ballroom dressed in my daily outfit. A black jumpsuit from One Piece. The walls are white filled with ribbons. Tables neatly spread around the edges of the room leaving space for the doorways and the staircase. On the wall is a picture of my father, grandfather, and a little me. Grandfather standing up behind my father, my father sitting on a chair with me in his lap. I was seven at the time. That took four hours to paint. Underneath it has our last name Locket engraved on silver. We all were not smiling but scowling. I was wearing a black blazer, black vest, dark grey dress shirt, silver tie, black khakis, and shiny black dress shoes. My father was wearing the same thing but a white tie and blue dress shirt. My grandfather was wearing a green velvet dress coat, blue vest, white dress shirt, blue tie, green wool pants, and black scruffy dress shoes. His choice.
I love that painting because my feet were playing with one another, my fathers eyes were on me, and my grandfather looked worried. All through the painting you could tell several things. If I was a bystander and never knew who they were I would say the old man was worried for the young man's future. I would say the little boy was dragged along to make a perfect picture. I would say the young man loved his son.
Thats not the truth. My father was faking it in front of the painter. My grandfather was worried about me. I was the one who wanted the painting.
I walk out of the ball room after locking the front door from my walk outside. My cheeks are pink from the cold air swirling outdoors. I walk down the hallway. At the end is the basement. I wish to go to the kitchen. Which is where I am heading. I take a right into the wall. There is a trap door that no one really knows about. It was for parties used by waiters. I grab a box of cheez-its and go to the pulley. I use it as an elevator since I don't have one. It was used to take the garbage down stairs. I get in there and hold my box of cheez-its. I pull on the cord and pull myself up I get to the fifth floor. That is where my room is located. I get out through the trapdoor. You end up at the end of the hallway. I find my room. The door is Black. The only black door in the house.
In my room there is a closet, bed, desk, and posters. Band posters, political posters, and more. I have them covering my walls. My floor is hardwood. Its a huge room with a bathroom connected to it. Its the same room since I had since I was in my mothers womb. It has my name wrote on the door. Thanatos Jay. I get called Thor by my only friend Hailyee Sometimes her mom and dad. Her Cousin Kenner too. When he comes over with Hailyee. Which in a few days we are going to decorate her house for Halloween. I am passing Halloween out for her parents since they have a work related thing that day. Its okay. She's going to be there with Kenner. Kenner because he likes scaring the kids on Halloween.
I open the box of cheez-its and munch on them. I turn on my radio. Breakdown by Breaking Benjamin comes on. I lay on my grey and blue sheets. I have a California King bed. I am quite tall. A regular bed doesn't really ensure comfort. I don't have a TV in here or anything. I only have a radio to play classical music to sleep to. Its like a white noise machine for me.
No its not night time but I just wants to relax. I worked out a few. I can't take a nap because soon I have to lay down because of school tomorrow. I possibly will only get a few hours of sleep. I have sleeping problems since I was five. I deal with it.
My phone buzzes. Dad: I am coming over.
Me:okay.
Dad: meet me in ballroom.
I go down the pulley system to the kitchen and then I walk to the ballroom. I unlock the glass doors and wait out front. His fancy black car rolls up. He parks it in front of the mansion and gets out. "Hello, Thanatos Jay." He says. I wave back. "Ana says hello also. I will tell her you say hi. I have just loaded six grand into your account for the next four months. Is that enough?" I nod my head. "Good. Now, I got your grades. Impressive as usual. Your grandfather has called me and he wants to see you for Thanksgiving. Tell him I cannot make it but you were able to. More like write that to him will ya? Of course you will. Now I am sorry to say I can't make your DJ thing Thursday Matthew has basketball. Have that Hailyee Harrington come along or something." Yea I am a DJ. I do runs Thursday and Saturday every weeks since I was thirteen. He has only made two. And I am sixteen now. "You have a doctors, dentist, and eye doctors appointments on the twenty-eighth. I will have a driver pick you up, Thanatos Jay. Alright, SO, its dinner time. Promised the kids I would be there. Goodnight, Thanatos Jay. Speak to you in two months. Hopefully. Stay out of trouble."
I nod my head letting the information soak into my mind. He doesn't care for me. He only wants me out of trouble so he doesn't go to the school. He has his secretary make those appointments and to see me. Her name is Charity Orchid. She has an app designed for me. Its called Thanatos Calendar. It tells my dad my appointment, events, school days, no school days, when I need more money, and what days he needs to see. If he didn't have that I would be nothing but dust to him. I have the same app on my phone. Charity comes over five times a week to make me dinner. So Monday-Friday. The other two its box food.
Charity lives by herself. She is thirty-nine years old but awesome cook. She's like the mother I never had. I love her. She calls me Thor too. I go back into the kitchen to make a meal. I have a maid that comes by twice a week to do the dishes. I also have a cleaning crew come here once a week to clean the whole house.
I pull out a box of mac and cheese and boil the water. I dance to imaginary music. I hear a big bang echo through the whole house from the doors.
I walk all the way to the door. I see Kenner standing on the huge porch. I open the door. I was not expecting him here tonight. "Hey, Thor. My cousin said to check up on you since today your father came. You alright. He didn't hit you?" I shake my head no. He pushed imaginary dirt with his right foot. "Good. I have to go. See you later, Thor." I wave bye and retreat back inside. I clank the door shut for the last time today.
I go back to the kitchen to see the water boiling. I pour the noodles in. I grab a strainer, milk, and butter. I finish making it. I pour it all into a bowl and eat the whole box. Hey, I love mac and cheese.
***
I wake up to darkness, my heart beating hard. It's six a.m. so I get up and take a shower shedding my old clothes. The shower is hot. I wash my self and rinse in cold water.
I stand in front of my closet with a towel slung lowly on my hips showing my perfectly sculpted upper half. I grab a blue onesie jumpsuit and a white shirt. I towel dry. I then find a pair of dark grey boxers. I pull them up and then tug my shirt down. I zip up my jumpsuit. I find my messenger bag in the corner of my room.
The car purrs to life. Its a black Lamborghini. I drive to school. I am the only kid with a Lamborghini. I park it a ways from the school so no one ruins my precious babe.
I paste my scowl on my face as I walk into the school. Hailyee is waiting by our lockers. I do my combo and then hit the locker open. "Hey, Thor!" She squeaks. I wave. "Well, I missed ya this weekend. Didn't you see your father? I forgot to ask Kenner to see if you are alright. Oh poo. Anyways lets go to class. Did you eat?" I nod my head. I have strawberry frosted shredded wheat things for breakfast and chocolate milk. Hay looks at me with seriousness. "Phone now." I give her my phone. I see her look at the Thanatos Calendar App. She scans everything. "Says he came over and filled your bank." I nod my head. "How long?" I take my phone back and type fifteen minutes. She frowns. "Is he going to you concert?" I shake my head. "Don't worry me and Kenner will come. I will see if my parents will go too. Free things for knowing the DJ." I smile. The DJ has a tab that others can come on because he is the DJ.
We walk to her first hour. She has math. Wheres I have art. My art class is taught by Mr. Vett. Hes one of the youngest teachers working at the high school.
I set out my art materials. We have to make six paintings in any material at the end of the semester. I have got one done.
It was of a dark sky and a boy sitting on a bench. I have to start another one but not sure what its going to be about. I think either the outside of my house or the ballroom with people chatting and dancing like it was when I was really little. Only because I wanted them and I was never denied anything as a young child. It was all blamed on my grandfather. He would spoil me rotten. Wheres my father wouldn't give a damn if I ate or starved.
I finish with the last stroke. Its beautiful I think. People dancing, some eating, talking, or plain hiding. I was dancing to the music. Well, a little me was. I was swaying with another little girl. Jennifer was her name. I had a quite a lot of friends growing up. Granted they never went to my school. They all went to a private school where's I went to public because I choose to.
Mr. Vett puts a hand on my shoulder. "Interesting painting. May I put it in display?" I nod my head. He smiles. "I will do it first thing tomorrow morning.
You honestly could make a living off painting with your skills." Mr. Vett walks away to his cluttered desk. Leaving me to my work.
The bell rings loudly I put everything away. "Leave the painting on the easel, Thor!" Mr. Vett yells. I do as he says. I walk to my locker to get my book for reading and my Dr. Pepper and jelly beans. Grape flavored jelly beans. I am aloud to eat in reading.
My sit in the back where all the bad kids reside. I don't have a group of friends so I stray to the back often. Kenner has this class with me. Kenner is what you call a player. He plays baseball but doesn't care who he hangs with.
I finish the rest of the school day with boredom. Hailyee and I have only two classes together.
