A tall stocky young man awoken in the dark shade of his bedroom. Dry saliva was visible as it stained his cheek. Half of his face was red and pressured as if he had been asleep for a prolonged period of time. He awoken however as much as he strained he could not find the strength to leave his bed. The queen sized bed was made out of carved Oak, making no noises and remaining still as he struggled to lift himself up. The man blindly reached over with his right arm to his antique Victorian bedside drawers, without even reattempting to leave his bed.
He pulled the drawer slowly out of the bracket, letting go as the drawer was open half way, thinking for a moment. He took a long deep breath as he began shuffling his scarred hand through the drawer. Making thumping sounds as some items hit the back of the drawer. The man began grunting in anger, now throwing the contents of the drawer on the beige silk carpet beneath him. He then unholstered the heavy drawer out of the bracket, as the full contents spilled out. He began scanning through the empty although dirtied bags on the floor.
A moment was taken to run his fingers backwards through his hair as he pondered. A faint knock was heard coming from downstairs. The man struggled to get on his feet, however pulled through and managed to lift using his bedside drawer to pull his body weight up. He quickly picked up his dark burgundy cashmere gown off the floor, swinging it around and sliding his arms in quickly. The creases on the gown were visible where it had been kept untidily. The door of the bedroom was quickly opened and closed behind the man as he slid through.
A small tapping sound was heard as he began making his way down the marble stairs, as he was arriving at the bottom of the stairs, the man glanced shortly at the wall, leaning towards the elegantly wallpapered walls. He raised his hands reaching for a proudly placed golden record award encased in a velvet case with a transparent window. The man began straightening the record and taking moments to view the record from different perspectives with a puzzled look upon his face, speculating whether it was suitably placed.
Another interrupting knock was heard, at this point the man drew his attention to the large ebony doors at the bottom of the stairs, and began missing every other step on the staircase as he began rushing to answer the door. As the man arrived at the bottom he leapt forward and put his hand on the shiny brass door handle, a call was heard from behind the door,“Lucien, Lucien, I know you’re in there” was moderately shouted with a calm young feminine voice. Another murmur was heard behind the door. “…Now he thinks he’s all big and famous he thinks he can ignore his own mother” said with a croaky voice in an insolent tone.
Lucien then sighed has he turned the door handle and opened the door. Lucien glanced below noticing his mother, his sister, and his aunt and her friends. All dressed in bright clothing that had visibly been bought on sale. Lucien then happily greeted them all inside, into the living room, however Lucien was drawn curious when his aunt rushed past him with a closed battered card board box, that was nearly falling apart. However Lucien had thought nothing of it, simply scratching his untidy stubble and then making his way into the living room.
The mother and the aunt and her friends all sat next to one another on a lengthy suede sofa, wiping the crumbs and specks of fluff off before sitting down. Lucien’s sister sat on a single matching light grey suede sofa chair, moving it in closer to the mother. Lucien’s Aunt broke the silence by saying“What did you get upto last night then Lucien? ” in a calm, relaxing voice. Whilst Lucien’s mother interrupted“Clearly the same thing as every night, no change I expect” in a tone filled with disappointment. Lucien then smirked nervously, without saying a word.
One of Lucien’s mothers friends quickly murmured to Lucien’s mother“Are you going to tell him then Eleanor?? ” With Lucien interrupting“Tell him what? Tell me what? ” in an uprising tone. Eleanor, Lucien’s mother replied“Nothing m’dear, don’t listen to this crazy old hag” continuing smirking and then nervously giggling. Eleanor then carried on speaking when the nervous giggle came to a sudden hault. “Say, Lucien, could you do me a favour? ”Lucien gave his mother a positive nod, indicating for her to carry on. Would you be able to let me store this box of junk, down in the basement? You know how it is with your old room being redecorated, we just are full up on storage at the moment” said Eleanor whilst snatching the scruffy old box off the woman sitting next to her. Lucien smiled with relief, saying“Of course mom, sure you can, I’ve got plenty of unused space”. Eleanor replied with a giggle “Could be space for a nursery, who knows” whilst all of her and the aunts friends broke out in short laughter.