The Last Laugh

Chapter 10 - Sign

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I was less gloomy after the night Heather had fed me. And everyone noticed it. I seemed to have

regained some energy. I worked hard and didn't complain. Aunt Christina would still scold or insult me.

But I wouldn't cry or show that I was hurt. I didn't care. She too wondered why.

From that night I hadn't had the opportunity to speak to Heather again because there wasn't a way. I

only saw her.

In the morning I would see her leave for school with Sawyer. She would look at me in a shy manner,

and when I smiled, she would blush and turn away. Her little visit of that night would remain our little

secret.

***

One afternoon while I sat on a rock watching the horses run, aunt Christina walked up to me.

"Have you finished your chores?" she asked dryly.

"Yes." I replied coldly, not looking at her.

"When I speak to you you look at me!" she stated angrily. Not wanting trouble, I looked up at her. "I can

see your puberty might begin soon. You're thirteen right?"

"Soon to be."

She scoffed.

"Yeah, right. Anyway I'm here to tell you that your dad's former lawyer is coming today."

"Why?"

"I told him you were willing to sign all your property to me so I would take care of you with your own

money."

My eyes widened.

"What?? You don't take care of me!"

"I know. Who cares? Just accept to sign all your property to me."

"Never!" I said angrily and standing up.

"Excuse me? You're gonna take that back."

"No, I won't."

She was shocked I spoke back at her.

"Careful you bastard. Don't let me call Rob to beat you up worse than the last time I did."

Immediately she mentioned Rob, I had a strange flashback. I remembered her running to go call Rob.

But then I remembered the kitchen scene. All of a sudden I remembered having seen her laughing with

a man in the kitchen, the night my father had disappeared. Was it Rob?? I didn't still remember what I

heard that night.

"Hello??" her angry voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Who's Rob?" I asked

"Oh, you'll know him alright. He'll beat you up if you refuse to sign."

"I won't sign. I don't care about being beaten. I've been beaten enough to a point that I don't fear

anymore. Thanks to you."

I saw aunt Christina clench her jaw in angry frustration.

"I see. I'll still get you beaten. And I'll make sure Heather is around to watch from the start."

What?? I looked at her in shock. She was mad. She was ready to allow her fragile daughter assist to

such again just for me to sign? I didn't want this. She was capable of anything! She'd gotten me.

"I'll– I'll sign."

She laughed

"Wow. Seems you really like Heather. Hmm. If the lawyer comes today, and you dare tell him what

happens to you here, you can be sure I'll burn your dad's clothes and everything he left here."

"No! Please."

"Then promise to act like everything's alright."

"I promise."

"You ain't that stupid, you bastard." I hated when she called me bastard. I was furious within. She had

no respect.

"Now go into the house and take a bath. Change into one of your clean clothes I seized from you.

Hurry."

She led me into the house. I hadn't taken a bath in a long time. She didn't even allow me to.

***

"So, you've been alright here?" Mr Jay asked.

I looked at aunt Christina. She gave me an ugly stare

"Yes..."

"And do you really wish to sign your property over to Mrs Christina?"

I hesitated.

"Sheridan?" the lawyer called.

"Yes. Yes, I do."

"Hum. Okay."

He brought out some documents and I signed. Then aunt Christina signed.

There. She had everything.

"Okay. Um Sheridan, your father's former assistant has a residence somewhere around here. He's on a

short break or holiday. If you have any problems, he said you should call him." the lawyer handed over

a card to me. It had a phone number on it.

"Okay, sir. Thank you."

The lawyer soon left.

Aunt Christina approached me and seized the card before tearing it into pieces.

"Hey!"

"Hey, what? You won't be needing it. Thanks for the property though. I'm rich." she laughed in an evil

manner. "Now get back to that stable. And change the clothes first."

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