London, England
June 14, 2025
London, England
June 14, 2025
"George! George!" Carla yelled. "Carla, what are you doing? Why are you yelling at him?" John asked. "Really? You want to know why?" Carla asked by pointing at the wall. George drew weird lines on the wall with pen. "Oh George, you're not a baby anymore... You're a 15 year old big boy." John said. George nodded in agreement. "Now go and paint the wall back to normal." John said. Carla smirked. "Dad, what are you saying?" Peter asked. "Mind your own business, Peter." John said. "George, you don't have to do that." Peter said. "Peter, ho to your room." Carla said. "NO, I WON'T LET HIM DO THAT." Peter yelled. "PETER! GO TO YOUR ROOM! NOW!" John yelled. Peter took George with him by holding his right hand. "Peter! Leave him here." Carla said. "Don't tell me what to do... If you can't raise a kid, don't have him." Peter said and went from there. "Why is he here till now?" John asked. "Why don't you ask your brother?" Carla asked. "He is not answering my calls." John said. "Get both of them out of the house, or I will kill them." Carla said. "No, Carla, stay calm. I have an idea for George. But we can't throw Peter out of the house." John said. "What is it?" Carla asked. "I will tell you when I am ready." John said.
Peter and George were sitting in the room alone. "George, why don't you say anything? They treat you like a servant." Peter asked. George didn't say anything. "George please... Say something... Maybe I can help you." Peter said. Still George remained silent. "When you don't want to get out of this hell why am I taking stress?" Peter asked. George held Peter's hand and nodded in disagreement. "Then tell me. What can we do?" Peter asked. George still remained silent. "Arey you dumb? Why don't you say anything? Don't you have voice?" Peter asked. "I have." George said. "Finally, you said something." Peter said. "Now tell me what can I do for you." Peter said. George again went silent. "Ugh..." Peter groaned. George started crying. "Hey, don't cry buddy. I am your brother. Not by blood but we are cousins." Peter said. Peter hugged George. "My dad can do something about this." Peter said. George immediately nodded. "Why not?" Peter asked. George kept nodding. "Okay, okay... Calm down, calm down, I will not tell him... I promise." Peter said and hugged him.
"Carla! Carla! I found the way." John said. "What? Really?" Carla asked by cooking dinner. "What way, uncle?" Peter asked. "Way to go for holidays." Peter said. "Holidays?" Peter asked. "Yes, you, me, aunty and George." John said. "Where?" Peter asked. "Manchester." John said. "Manchester? Why this far?" Peter asked. "You Aunt Carla wants to go there for a long time." John said. "Okay... Fine... Let's go..." Peter said. "Yeah... Pack your bags." Carla said. "For how long we are going?" Peter asked. "Three days, maybe." John said. "Okay... Let's go, George... Let's pack our bags." Peter said. They both went back to their room.