26 February 2013
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Griffin's eyes lock with mine as I lift my head from the letter. "So that's your name? Why didn't you tell me when I asked back there?" He doesn't answer, "Can you talk at all?" He shakes his head, "Why not?" I don't know why I keep trying, he's not going to respond. I shrug and look over the letter again, my father's alive? After 15 years of thinking he died in a car crash....how am I supposed to believe this? It could be a cruel prank by someone. Griffin takes my wrist gently and guides me into a parlor, I've never been in an old style manor before, seeing as how this is the 21st century and all. He shows me to the couch and makes a motion for me to stay, I shrug and he disappears again. Looking at the handwriting, I recognize it from somewhere, but can't quite place it. It's not Mom's, she prints, and not very neatly usually. Griffin hurries back with a photo album, black covered with a red satin bookmark. I open it and gasp, the pictures are of me as a child, with Mom and a man...my father? "How did you get these pictures?" I demand harshly, snapping the book closed and glaring at him, he points upstairs, "Is my father up there then?" Griffin shakes his head, "Where is he? I want proof he's alive," Griffin smirks and goes to a large desk, pushing back the cover, he takes out a MacBook and sets in front of me. FaceTime is set up and all I have to do is push a button. Could this really be true? My father could be a click away? Taking a risk, I push the button and wait for him to answer. It rings twice before a man's face fades into the screen. "I thought you might want evidence of me before you accepted." He chuckles. He has my eyes, the ones my mother's so afraid of. "You have my eyes," The man says in approval. "Mom's...afraid of them. When I was younger I used to have to wear colored contacts so I'd have normal blue eyes instead of these." He nods, "She has every right to be afraid of them. There's much you need to learn, but you must first accept my invitation, and unlock Griffin's voice." "He can't talk until I say I'll live here?" "Yes, he's been waiting for you for 15 years. He's yours to have, he's grown up learning about you and our family." "Wait what? Like a boyfriend? Um..I'm not sure that's such a good idea," "Why not?" "Um...you see...I'm not very...social? I guess that'd be the way to say it." My father laughs, "Well lucky for you, Griffin knows a lot about you already, so you don't have to be." I look behind me and see Griffin leaning against the wall, smirking like usual. "I'll accept your invitation, Dad," he smiles, "Then I'll start preparing to come home. I'll be back in a few weeks, until then, Griffin will show you around and make sure you're settled."
Come With Me • Opuss № I