Chapter 13: Young Responsibilities
Reagan insisted on riding with me the entire ride back to the manor. He probably thinks that I was shaken up from what happened and my mind couldn't bear it. But that was far from the truth.
What preoccupied my mind at the moment and stunned me into silence was that a man had just killed himself. Not from fear but because of something called the revolution! I could tell I wasn't the only one bothered by it. Reagan also looked tensed the entire ride and I knew exactly what plagued his mind.
I couldn't ask him about it though. This had nothing to do with protocols, I had a feeling he wasn't going to answer me even if I did.
So we sat in silence. Each of us lost in our own thoughts as the new coachman rose us home. We finally arrived at our house late in the night and the first person we met outside was Marina who raced towards us with a worried look on her face.
Her dark hair flowed wildly behind her as she raced towards Reagan with nothing but her night robe on. She threw her arms around Reagan as she breathed out in relieve. "Oh thank the gods Reagan, thank the gods you are okay."
"Sure, I am alright too mother, thanks for asking." Miguel said his tone dripping with sarcasm.
My brows rose up with slight agreement from what Miguel said. They say parents don't have favorites but that was just a lie told to ensure peace and equality in the house hold. They all have favorites and Reagan was Marina's favorite. He was the pride of house Hawthorne and it was only fair Marina cared about him.
"I'm glad you are okay too, Miguel." She said reaching for Miguel but he just smacked her hand away.
"I'm going to be in my room, I've had a fucking long day." He mumbled as he headed into the house, "And can someone bring me a bloody wine?" He yelled.