Missing Her

Malcolm walked up the stairs, hands buried in both pockets. A few distance away, two maids followed, carrying a tray of food and behind them, was Michael, the butler. They made sure not to come any closer to him.  He walked till he came in front of a door. Halting, he knocked.

  “Go away.” A small voice belonging to Bryan answered from inside.

Malcolm knocked yet again.

  “I said go away. Leave me alone.” He yelled in a tiny voice.

Moving aside, Malcolm gestured to the butler who quickly provided a spare key and quietly opened the door. There wasn’t any soccer wallpaper or designs on the wall. The room looked like an adult’s room—neat and kept. Bryan laid in the middle of the big Victorian bed, tucked under the sheets. The minute the door opened, he turned and threw his father a spiteful glare.

  “Can’t somebody have some privacy around here?” He grumbled. The maids wal