Post by Williard Thoth R4 on Jan 22, 2010 20:17:50 GMT
Every light in the house was off. He was supposed to be sleeping, but instead he sat outside of their room against the wall, his knees curled up to his chest, listening to his mother cry and mutter inaudible words through her sobs. For the last half an hour he had been debating on whether to go in there, but what could he do? What could he say to try and comfort her? Williard was terrified; he had never seen his father so angry or his mother in the present state that she was in. His father had went for a walk two whole, entire hours ago, and he still wasn't back yet. He felt as if he needed to do something, but this was hardly a situation that Williard could fix in any way. So, he just sat there.....silent. He heard the downstairs door close, and he knew his father was back. He heard light footsteps on the stairs, and out of fear and panic, Williard got up and slid into the light less bathroom. He opened the door to his room, and from the warm light that illuminated him, he could see his father was soaked from head to toe. He walked in and stood in the doorway, his shadow stretching down the hall.
"Were you ever going to tell me?" Ptah's voice was forcibly steady. Williard's breath caught.
"I........I don't know. I honestly don't know."
"Did you really think that I would leave you, or be angry, or-"
"Ptah, I was scared. I didn't know what to do-"
"You could've told me the truth, Sarah! I proposed to you four months after you got back from 'caring for your Aunt!' If anything, I probably would've married you sooner! I mean.....you dumped our child on the doorstep of an orphanage for Merlin's sake! Did you think I would want or approve of that? Did you think I would not have wanted to take care of and raise my own son?!" His mother said nothing. "You know good and well what happened to my parents," Ptah said with his voice low. "You know how important family is to me." In that moment, Williard's heart sank to his foot.
His father's parents were originally from Cairo, Egypt. They moved to England when his father was nine. A little while after graduating from Hogwarts, Ptah had gotten news that both of his elderly parents had been murdered in their home. And worst of all, the case was put to rest; due to lack of evidence, there was no way for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement to catch whoever committed the murders. Ptah was left completely alone. He had no family or friends, and when things seemed to have gotten to their worst, he met Sarah, and everything changed for him. It was now Williard understood and felt how hurt his father was, and a spark of anger that he really didn't want to feel for his mother had surged through him. She meant so much to him. She had become his family, his friend, his everything. How could she do that?
"I w-wasn't thinking about you. I was thinking about m-me. I wasn't r-ready........" His mother was sobbing so hard she couldn't continue.
"Sarah, who is ever ready to become parents? Even with Williard we were terrified! But we met that challenge together, which is exactly what we would have done with........with Dylan." It sounded as if it had pained him to even say Dylan's name. "He didn't have to grow up the way that he did.......under those circumstances-" His father's voice broke, and Williard knew his father was crying, which hurt him to his heart. His father was a strong man who rarely ever cried, and Williard had burst out in tears himself as he sank to the floor in the dark bathroom. Whenever he thought of his parents relationship....their marraige.....for some reason....as corny as it sounded....he always envisioned vast, clear blue skies....and a huge field full of roses. But as he had been listening, that sky was no longer clear and blue, but a dull orange, full of dark gray clouds, and that feild........all he saw now was burnt roses.
"I am so sorry." His mother cried with renewed sobs. His father didn't respond. Instead, Williard heard heavy foot falls. He wiped his face and crawled over to the cracked door of the bathroom. He heard something bounce on the bed, and then he heard dresser drawers opening and closing. His mother cried even louder, and Williard, afraid, opened the bathroom door and stood in the middle of the hall, tears quickly falling down his face. A few seconds later, his father appeared in the doorway with a suitcase in his hand, but stopped when he saw Williard.
"Where are you going?" Williard choked the words out, and couldn't fight it. His face screwed up, and he launched himself at his father, who dropped his suitcase, and pulled Williard in tight to his rain soaked body, planting rough kisses on the top of his head. Williard could feel his father crying; his stomach convulsed as he held him.
"I need to leave for a few days. I'll be back. I promise." Williard sobbed into his father's abdomen. "I love you. So much Williard."
"What about m-mom?" His father didn't answer. Instead, he let go of Williard, but Williard held on. "Dad-"
"Williard let go," he said bending down picking up his suitcase. He held on. His father pulled out his wand, and waved it over Williard's head. Williard felt a heavy drowsiness, and he swayed. His father picked him up and was now carrying him, and Williard fell asleep.
"Were you ever going to tell me?" Ptah's voice was forcibly steady. Williard's breath caught.
"I........I don't know. I honestly don't know."
"Did you really think that I would leave you, or be angry, or-"
"Ptah, I was scared. I didn't know what to do-"
"You could've told me the truth, Sarah! I proposed to you four months after you got back from 'caring for your Aunt!' If anything, I probably would've married you sooner! I mean.....you dumped our child on the doorstep of an orphanage for Merlin's sake! Did you think I would want or approve of that? Did you think I would not have wanted to take care of and raise my own son?!" His mother said nothing. "You know good and well what happened to my parents," Ptah said with his voice low. "You know how important family is to me." In that moment, Williard's heart sank to his foot.
His father's parents were originally from Cairo, Egypt. They moved to England when his father was nine. A little while after graduating from Hogwarts, Ptah had gotten news that both of his elderly parents had been murdered in their home. And worst of all, the case was put to rest; due to lack of evidence, there was no way for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement to catch whoever committed the murders. Ptah was left completely alone. He had no family or friends, and when things seemed to have gotten to their worst, he met Sarah, and everything changed for him. It was now Williard understood and felt how hurt his father was, and a spark of anger that he really didn't want to feel for his mother had surged through him. She meant so much to him. She had become his family, his friend, his everything. How could she do that?
"I w-wasn't thinking about you. I was thinking about m-me. I wasn't r-ready........" His mother was sobbing so hard she couldn't continue.
"Sarah, who is ever ready to become parents? Even with Williard we were terrified! But we met that challenge together, which is exactly what we would have done with........with Dylan." It sounded as if it had pained him to even say Dylan's name. "He didn't have to grow up the way that he did.......under those circumstances-" His father's voice broke, and Williard knew his father was crying, which hurt him to his heart. His father was a strong man who rarely ever cried, and Williard had burst out in tears himself as he sank to the floor in the dark bathroom. Whenever he thought of his parents relationship....their marraige.....for some reason....as corny as it sounded....he always envisioned vast, clear blue skies....and a huge field full of roses. But as he had been listening, that sky was no longer clear and blue, but a dull orange, full of dark gray clouds, and that feild........all he saw now was burnt roses.
"I am so sorry." His mother cried with renewed sobs. His father didn't respond. Instead, Williard heard heavy foot falls. He wiped his face and crawled over to the cracked door of the bathroom. He heard something bounce on the bed, and then he heard dresser drawers opening and closing. His mother cried even louder, and Williard, afraid, opened the bathroom door and stood in the middle of the hall, tears quickly falling down his face. A few seconds later, his father appeared in the doorway with a suitcase in his hand, but stopped when he saw Williard.
"Where are you going?" Williard choked the words out, and couldn't fight it. His face screwed up, and he launched himself at his father, who dropped his suitcase, and pulled Williard in tight to his rain soaked body, planting rough kisses on the top of his head. Williard could feel his father crying; his stomach convulsed as he held him.
"I need to leave for a few days. I'll be back. I promise." Williard sobbed into his father's abdomen. "I love you. So much Williard."
"What about m-mom?" His father didn't answer. Instead, he let go of Williard, but Williard held on. "Dad-"
"Williard let go," he said bending down picking up his suitcase. He held on. His father pulled out his wand, and waved it over Williard's head. Williard felt a heavy drowsiness, and he swayed. His father picked him up and was now carrying him, and Williard fell asleep.
