The meeting with the dean was overall unexciting. Kirk was not only bored out of his mind, but couldn’t focus. He had never had trouble focusing before, but his dream was ruining things. After the meeting ended and the tour ended it was just about 1 o clock. He got into the Rolls-Royce and drove off toward his home, Acrefield Road. He arrived at about 2 in the afternoon. The sun was out and it was a nice day. He parked the car and stepped inside. He knew that his father had an important phone call so when Kensi came to talk to him he shushed her and handed him his jacket, which she hung up in the hall closet. He immediately went up to his room and closed the door. If he was going to return to normal he was going to have to sort this out. He grabbed a notepad from his desk and sat down on his bed. He closed his eyes and drew everything from the dream. Frame by frame he created it perfectly. He looked at the pictures in sequence and played it back in his mind. He saw the golden room and the torchlight. ‘Was I born in a cult? Was my mother a cult member?’ He thought to himself. He lingered on a picture of his mother. She really was beautiful. She was a kind of beautiful that would be hard to forget, but that aspect of her was one that Kirk couldn’t express in his drawings.
He was still going through the photos when he heard shouting coming from across the hall. He recognized his father’s voice, but the other one was a little less familiar. ‘Elise? She’s early.’ He remembered back to all the times his father had yelled for various reasons. Every time Kirk would sit in his room and try to stay uninvolved. This was something that he regretted on many occasions. He waited for the shouting to die down then got up off his bed. He was at his door when he heard a soft knock. “Kirk. Open up.” His father said. His voice was wavering in anger. He tried to appear calm. Kirk opened the door and his father walked in sat down at Kirk’s desk. He looked down and ran his hands through his hair. Kirk shook his head.
“Dad. You told me. You TOLD me you were going to try and repair this broken relationship you have with Elise.” Kirk had spent the last two weeks preparing his father for Elise’s arrival. He knew that she wasn’t going to be exactly what their father wanted. “I wasted my time helping you. And you yelled at her within 20 minutes of getting here.” Kirk somehow remained calm. He had never really gotten mad at anything. He was very angry with his father right now. His father looked up. His face was red.
“I tried! That girl….She…Doesn’t do anything I say!” His father was trying to stay quiet, but his voice had a hard time cooperating. “She dyed her hair! She pierced her ears! She said she’s getting a tattoo! I cannot handle this girl!” Kirk was furious.
“She is your daughter! If you disagree with her you talk to her! You don’t yell at her!” Kirk was too frustrated with his father to remain calm this time. His father walked over to Kirk.
“You’ve got to go talk to her. Just this once. I’ve got to go cool off. You’ve always had a way with talking to her sister.” His father pleaded with him. Kirk was disappointed in his father.
“Fine. She’s coming to dinner. You’re not going to give her anymore grief about her hair or her piercings. If you can agree to do that, I’ll talk to her.”
“Anything! Please, son!” Kirk shook his head.
“Fine. I’ll talk to her. You coward.” He walked out of his room and left his father there. He walked across the hall to his sister’s room. He took a deep breath and knocked softly a few times. “Elise. It’s Kirk. Open up.”
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