Julian pulled his car into the driveway of his childhood home, the large brick house loomed over him making him feel like a child again. He turned his attention to daughter in the seat beside him, she was 21 years old but to him she was still his little girl. Her eyes closed, her pale blonde hair falling over her face as her music blared from her phone. He wasn't even sure if she was even awake until she paused the music, she looked up at him her blue-green eyes were cold and blood shot, they glazed for a second as if staring though him. "Watch the first step, the railing will hold though." She said motioning to the stairs leading up to the front door, with a sigh she closed her eyes again turning the music back on. Lowering her head she wrapped her arms around herself trying to hold onto something real.
With a sigh he unfastened his seat belt, Julian promised himself he would never come back here. His family home, a large detached house close to the border of France and Germany, he wondered how many would be inside, no doubt most of his older brother Derek's children would be at school. He reached for the first step, it was cracked on the edge, as he bore his weight on his foot the step broke, he stumbled slightly but caught himself on the railing. Looking back at the car he knew she was a seer but he didn't expect her to be that accurate.
As he arrived at the door he reached for the handle it opened easily, just like before the house was never locked before 8pm. Julian walked into the house pushing his own dirty blonde hair from his eyes, it had been 25 years since he had stepped inside, ever since he gave up his family for the women he loved, yet he was back here hoping to get help for his middle child.
The entrance hall looked the same, the same rug was on the floor, with the slight burn where Derek had caught him smoking inside the house. The small table and sofa sat still beside the entrance to the parlor, but the only thing that was different was the largest portrait that hung on the wall, no longer his parents and siblings but of various children all with the same Rickard blonde hair and blue eyes, all except his three. Shaking his head he knew this task was going to be hard, he hoped that his mother would help.
He looked at the picture, as a pang of jealously ripped through him, it wasn't his fault he fell in love with someone their parents considered 'unsuitable'. He did miss them, well he missed his mother, not his father so much but he loved his mother, the day he left it hurt him seeing her so cold. There was a sound behind him, turning he was shocked at the sight of his mother, she had barely aged a day, her hair showed no signs of gray, her face had no wrinkles, but there was a deep sadness to her eyes.
Mariela Rickard looked at her son, "Derek, what are..." She paused as he turned towards her, "Julian." Her lips turned slightly, before she looked away from him. "What are you doing here?" She asked, her voice was clipped at the end.
He looked down at her before pushing his hair from his face, "I need to speak to you mother...I was hoping for your help." He bit his lip, he could hear Rosie as if she was behind him. 'You know she's going to say no, she doesn't care about you or the kids.' He hoped she was wrong.
Mariela nodded directing him into the parlor, she moved gracefully but Julian noticed she was favoring her left leg, he said nothing as he followed her dutifully, sitting on the old couch, more pictures of his family hung on the wall.
"I don't know how I can help...after all you said you'd never set foot in this house again." She frowned moving to her chair she sat down.
Julian stood looking at the pictures on the mantle piece, he knew Derek had 8 kids but seeing the pictures was almost shocking, he had no idea how they managed, he was having a hard time with the 3 he had.
"I got your letters, Petrus burnt them...but I read them first." She offered trying to breech the heavy silence between them, the mention of his father sent a shiver down his spine, there was something so cruel about the man, it took all his willpower not to stand up and leave. "I kept the photos though, I just wish I had a more recent one."