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Charlotte Webber, 26
Matt Polster, 29
::disclaimer::
all characters in this story are fictitous.
any resemblance to anyone in real life
is purely coincidental.
you have to read it from the bottom up
(this means from the first post to the most recent).
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Tuesday, December 20, 2005
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Matt rented one of the cheapest cars he could find and drove off towards the Lord's Manor up in one of the hills of Eisenberg. As he arrived at the familiar metal gates of the manor, Matt sighed. He was back to face his past, his family and his old life. he stopped outside the gates and stepped out of his car to take a breather and of course intercom his presence. Then he saw someone familiar talking to the guards at the gates. Someone he knew from his younger days...
"Uncle Albert?" Matt asked as he walked towards the man. The man turned around and though his face had gone all wrinkly and his posture was not as it used to be, Matt recognised his butler, helper and companion in his younger days.
"Sir Matthew? Is that really you?" Albert asked, adjusting his glasses to make sure he wasn't seeing things.
"It's really me Uncle Albert. I'm back!" Matt smiled as he hugged Albert, "Boy I missed you."
"Everyone missed you sir. Especially your parents," Albert replied, "I'm glad you finally decided to come home for good."
Matt shook his head, "I'm just home for Lex's wedding. That's all. Then I'm going back to where I came from and continue my quest to become a good artist. You know how I hated being Sir Matthew and all."
"Let's go talk inside, shall we? I'll let Master and Madam know you are back," Albert said before he told the guards to let Matt drive his car into the garage.
The Polster's Manor is a very beautiful Victorian home that was the most prominent landmark in all of Eisenberg. It has been standing there since the dawn of Eisenberg as the Polsters have been governing Eisenberg for the longest of ages. As Matt entered the doors of his old home, it just brought back so many memories... both good and bad.
"Sir Matthew, Master and Madam would like to see you in the dining room," Albert said as he led Matt towards the sliding doors. As he opened it, Matt saw the faces of two people who brought him into this world and made him a captive against his passion.
"Oh Matthew you're home," Lady Polster said as she walked over to hug her son. Matt fought his tears back as he felt his mother's love, "We thought you would never come back."
"Oh Mother. I missed you too," Matt softly replied.
"Come, greet your Father," Lady Polster said as she led Matt towards the stern looking face that Matt didn't want to face for so many years.
"Father," he greeted without much emotions. This was the man that threw Matt's aspirations through the window, calling them illicit and ludicrious dreams.
"Done enough wandering? Found it tough out there? Disgraced the family's name enough?" Lord Polster's voice boomed through the empty dining hall. Matt scowled at the man that was shouting at him. He remembered why he ran away.
"No," Matt firmly replied, "I ENJOY my life out there. No worries, no expectation, no limits. I could do anything and everything. I'm just home to fulfil my brother's dream of having a wedding with his whole family present. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have come back to his dreaded place."
Lord Polster got even angrier, "Is this how you talk to your father?" he turned to look at Lady Polster, "Is this your son?!"
"I don't care if you think I deserve to be part of this family or not. I'm not staying for long anyway," Matt replied before he turned and stormed off.
When Matt was gone, Lady Polster turned to her husband, "Can't you just be happy that your second son is home? Why did you have to shout at him?"
"Look at his attitude? What did we do wrong to deserve a son like him?" Lord Polster growled.
"Just be happy he's back and don't you dare reprimand him like this again. You know how Alexander cares for Matthew. You wouldn't want to ruin your favourite son's wedding by shouting at his beloved brother, do you?" Lady Polster reasoned.
"Fine fine, whatever," Lord Polster bellowed before leaving the dining room. Lady Polster sighed and called for Albert to take care of Matthew and bring anything and everything that he needed to be comfortable.
and the story continues
on...