Tom woke up and looked out the window, clear blue clouds spanned the horizon, light shone through the clouds. Everyone was eating their breakfast. Tom noticed two people at the table whom he hadn’t noticed before. They were Cedric’s father and Gwen’s husband. Tom sat between Susan and Lane as he helped himself to a thick bundle of pancakes. “ When are ya’ll going to leave.” asked Mrs. Detriver.
“ After breakfast Mother.”Cedric replied.
“We have missed you son. These four years were quite hard on us and we could’ve used your help,” said Mr. Detriver. Mr. Detriver was short, plump and bald.
Cedric sighed “I made my choice, Dad.” “ No,’’ said Mr. Detriver. “Your duty is to take care of your poor family and it is because of you, we have suffered hardship and financial difficulty Cedric smirked.
“ I am not the cause of this, Dad.”
Cedric had risen and was fuming at his father with rage.
“You don’t deserve my mercy, Father, not now, not ever! You ruined my life-.”
“The old man is getting all the blame,’’ said Mr. Detiver’’ when the young man should.”
“ Why do you blame me? Hey, the only reason that ya’ll are dirt poor is because you did not and will not work your butt off!”
Cedric’s fiery green eyes were fixed on his father. When Mr. Detiver didn’t respond, Cedric got up and went upstairs, he returned with Tom’s suitcase and held open the door. “ We’re leaving.” Cedric announced.
“ Now. father, if you can’t answer to that question then I am afraid you are no further of use to me.’’ Susan and Tom thanked the Detrivers for their hospitality and they departed with Cedric slamming the door.
Tom recalled that his parents never shouted at him or were ashamed of what he did. They were always kind, loving and supportive and right now, he wished he was inside his own house, he even missed Jess and the Graham family cat Mr. Triskers. Tom remembered what Cedric had seen that night in the kitchen.
‘’ You don’t care for your family, do you?’’ Susan asked.
Cedric nodded. ‘’ It seems to me that you need to respect your father a little more.’’ Cedric rounded on her and said.
“My father beat me savagely when he drunk, he beat my mother. He has a potty mouth and he doesn’t care enough to work his back off for his family! I am sick of him, of Gwen, of Gwen’s husband, sick of my life. My previous life was living in mature in a rotten, filthy barn! Besides, it doesn’t matter where you come from but where you are headed.” “They love you,’’ said Tom. “ I know they do, maybe you refuse to see it.’’
‘’ I’ll be the judge of what I choose to see and what not to see, alright?’’said Cedric.
Later that day, they stopped for a break. Tom ate the sandwich with eagerness; he hadn’t had anything that morning. “What about you Susan?’’ asked Tom.”Susan waited a moment before she answered. “I was born and raised in an orphanage in your world. I never knew my parents. I ran away when I was sixteen and found a wormhole which led me into a forest, I met Cedric, I told him where I was from and he gave me a place in his rebel army in exchange for food and shelter.”
“So, Cedric? What will we do about my brother?” asked Tom.
“ Don’t worry, I have a plan but first of all, we need to reach the camp. There’s another wormhole several hours from here.”