♔ from yesterday │30 seconds to mars
[i figured blake needed an intro story before i officially start writing for him :3 this might be plain hopeless but ehhh....]
"I'm going away," I spoke up, staring at the blaring fire in front of me with a small look of determination.
Enough, I have had enough of my mother's constant directions. I didn't need more. All I ever wanted was to draw my own future, travel the world and study photography not to be a prosecutor and being forced into the dirty world of politics.
"I beg your pardon?" my brother; Ash, looked up from his paperwork.
I shrugged, "you heard me."
"No," he shook his head, pulling his glasses away before staring at me with eyes identical as mine, "I forbid you from stepping your feet out of this house."
"If you can actually call this place a house," I replied flatly.
"Yes, I understand this place is similar to a prison but you have to remember that this is also our home and..."
I cut him off, "have you ever felt like you belong?"
I waved him off as I stood up, "then that's settled, you won't be seeing me again in the morning."
"Blake, be reasonable," Ash started, standing from his spot as well, "think of your career, you've gone so far. Suffered long enough to achieve everything."
"That is why I will stop suffering now before mother starts it all over again."
I could see his expression changing and I felt guilty about it. I knew how hard it was for him as well, he never had anything to say in his life either and as much as he hated it, he still went on just so he could protect our sister and I from our mother's bizarre idea of using us as her chess piece in her game of social chess.
"Are you sure you want this?" he finally said after moments of silence.
I nodded, "more than anything."
He kept quiet again, staring at me before bending down to take something from the drawer of his big desk. He pulled something out, opened it and began scribbling something on a paper. Placing everything back, he then went towards a frame of our family picture or more like, a frame of the three of us without father and mother; they would just make it look like an addams family picture anyway.
"What are you doing?" I asked, following my brother's every movement as he began to pull a box out of the safe, "you're not going to shoot me are you?"
He chuckled, shaking his head as he turned to face me, "no but this, I plan to give you on your birthday but since you won't be here next month, I think this is appropriate."
I quirked an eyebrow at him, "so, I am allowed to go then?"
"Yes," he answered simply, walking towards me with the box before handing it over, "open it."
Taking the box, I placed it on the coffee table before taking the leather lid off and then pushed all the tissue papers away to reveal a brand new camera with its complete set of well, everything a photographer could dream off.
I looked up at him, my mouth open and closed, I swear I looked like a fish.
"Go catch your dream," he grinned, pulling my hand before placing two pieces of paper; a check and some kind of address, "the money could help you for a few months if you use it wisely, as for the address; its a friend of mine in German, he can help you."
"I can't take this," shaking my head, I tried placing the check back into his hand only to have it pushed back into mine.
"Take it," he said with a slight smile, "it's the least I could do, mother would cut off your entire fund and this is the only money I can give to you before she finds out."
I grinned widely, "that means I'm out of the dukedom then?"
"I'll see to it but you know I'd rather leave my wealth to you than all our crazy relatives."
"Now would be the right time to wish that perhaps Arissa should have been born a boy rather than a girl," I smirked, remembering our little sister.
Ash snickered, "we could always ask her to go through the gender change surgery."
I laughed, stashing the paper and check into my back pocket before placing back the lid onto the leather box containing Ash's present.
"Thank you, for this," I said with a nudge towards the box in my hands, "I promise it would be used well."
He placed a hand on my shoulder, squeezing it and said, "don't end up like me, go for your dreams."
I bit my lip and nodded, "I will."
I placed my camera back into the bag before zipping it shut. It had been almost three years since I left England for German. Life was amazing without my mother controlling every aspect of it, although once in a while my brother would come and visit but still given the choice, I'd still travel anytime.
My phone started vibrating against my chest, turning to face the window, I pulled it out and slid it.
"Hunter," I put the phone up to my ear and stared out.
"You have an appointment with the event planner during lunch time tomorrow," my boss said and then added, "do not be late."
"Noted," I replied.
"I'll fax you the details," he said and hung up.
I shook my head with a chuckle before turning around when I heard the fax coming in. A good event hopefully.