Going Home: Part Two

I was being dramatic, very dramatic, and I was just having fun on the spur of the moment.

When the head of the security heard me say this, he looked up and saw the menacing look in my eyes, and quivered in fear.

So it really was working, even I was surprised.

“Please sir, I beg you to forgive my incompetence,” he said and he looked back down.

‘Okay I think that’s enough with the dramatic antiques,” I thought to myself.

I got back into my car and simply drove into the compound, the gates were already left open.

I found a parking spot and I drifted into it, my tired screeching the floor loudly as I did so.

The idea was to get my fathers attention, and let him see me in the car, but that didn’t seem to work.

I got down from the car, a little bit frustrated, but all my angry emotions soon became null and void when I saw a familiar face.

It was Benjamin, he was standing in front of the mansion, up the stairs.

I practically ran up the stairs in one single leap and met with him.

“Welcome Mas

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