Her father

Lucian was in the hospital with his mother beside him. The woman was worried about her son's arm, that she had to send him to the VIP ward, specially for him. He needed attention. The heir of the Desmond's needed attention and the doctor had to leave whatever he was doing to come to both mother and son. 

Lucian school shirt was taken off, and the doctor inspected the wound. He was treating it gently, as he was afraid not to provoke the big woman of the Desmond's family. 

"you were attacked by a cat?" He asked Lucian, and the boy shook his head in disagreement. He wasn't scratched by a cat, but her. He turned sad again, while the doctor still treated his wound.

He felt a sting on his arm, and quickly he closed his eyes in pain. And suddenly the sting turned into intense pain, as he moaned out loud. He was feeling it through his bones, it was extremely painful and he wished for it to go away. The pain began to get intense that he felt his heart beating louder than ever. He screamed out loud. He wished he could die to solve this pain. 

"Lucian!!" His mother called worriedly. 

"Arghhh!!" He yelled, holding his shoulder in pain. 

Mrs Henderson screamed out in shock, moving back in fear. 

"Doctor!! Please what's wrong with my son? Why is he in so much pain? An...and his arm" Mrs Desmond pointed to his arm which looked really disfigured. The left arm turned red like black and red like ashes, marks like strokes of cain. Lucian was still yelling out loud, holding that left arm in pain, with his teeth gritted. 

The doctor didn't know what to do. He was confused and lost. There was no blood gushing out of the shoulder, he had done a test, no fracture, his arm is well, then what is it? And why was it like this? Was he cursed or something? The doctor wondered, staring at Lucian, then at his mother who was terrified. Lucian was sweating hard, rolling on the bed in pain. 

"Doctor, do something," Mrs Desmond begged the doctor,but dared not to touch him. She feared the pain would get worse if she touched him. 

Finally the doctor came up with an idea. He picked up the syringe, injected some fluid in it, and injected the boy. 

And immediately, he calmed down. His chest was heaving, as he laid on the bed with his right hand on his shoulder. The burned looking hand and the marks disappeared immediately. 

"What did that bastard do to my son?" Mrs Desmond couldn't help but yell, staring at her son on the bed. .

           *Some weeks later* 

Roseline was busy working, throwing a refuse into the waste bin. She had her hair tied ip in a ponytail, her hands were covered in thick gloves, her legs were swallowed by thick boots. Her body had an apron which fits her petite figure. 

She heard small noises from the other side, which made her turn her face to see what had happened. 

It was two girl giggling with their parents. The father was holding the first one, while the mother held the other girl's hand. They seem to be a happy family together. It was a beautiful sight to see. It got her wondering who her father was exactly?

Roseline sighed softly, as she walked back into the area she was working, as a house maid. It was no use thinking about it too much. 

*A few hours later* 

Roseline arrived home, looking so exhausted. She hit the chair harshly, with her eyes blankly glued to the walls with her lids flapping. 

After some seconds, he mother and grandfather walked into the house, also looking extremely exhausted. 

"Rose?" Kara called. Immediately, the girl hugged her mother and grandfather. 

"How are you doing today Rose?" Her mother questioned, and she nodded her head with a smile. 

"And how is work today Roseline?" Her grandfather questioned, and she answered,

"It was fine." 

"Did Mrs Allman treat you well?" Kara asked worriedly. 

"Yes mom," she nodded her head in agreement. Her mother was very against her working in someone's house.she wanted Roseline to stay at home while she does the hard work instead. But stubborn Roseline wouldn't agree, she and her grandfather also had no choice but to agree with her.

"Great. So I brought home a barbeque chicken breast, you wanna try?" Kara asked, and Roseline clapped her hands in excitement. 

Kara retired in and then walked outside with the barbeque on the tray. She dropped the tray on the table gently. Kara unwrapped the plastic around the barbeque, and dropped it on the tray. Her grandfather came to join them later, with a fork with him. 

"I am ready to eat the delicious barbeque," she said, rubbing her hands together happily. 

"Go on," she said to Roseline who couldn't wait anymore, as she made an attempt to cut the meat, the memory of this morning flashed on her mind. ' who was her father?' She suddenly stopped not touching the meat, as she turned her head to look at her mother and grandfather. 

"What's wrong rose?" Kara asked her daughter worriedly. She doesn't seem to like that face that suddenly changed. 

"Mom, i...I..mom, who is my father?" She asked curiously, staring at her mother who was shocked to hear the question coming out from her daughter's mouth. "Why can't he save us from all these sufferings mom? I don't even know him. I can't say in particular who he is exactly." she said worriedly, as she stared at her mother, then at her grandfather. Her grandfather had a saddened expression as he shook his head. His son. That bastard son of his. 

Roseline doesn't mean to spoil their mood, but she was obviously curious to know who her father was exactly. That man that left the three of them alone to live and suffer all by themselves. 

"Your father rose... He is...he..." 

She saw that her mother was hesitating. If she doesn't want to or uncomfortable with the subject, then she should forget about it. 

"Mom, it's okay you don't want to tell me. I didn't mean to ruin the dinner. I was just curious. You can tell me later," she cut Kara off, and tried to force out a smile. 

"No, no, Rose. It's okay. I understand your curiosity. You just want to know about your father...but...(sighs) all I can tell you is that, Your father is a rich man who had a wife and a daughter and a son, just like you," she said and the girl nodded her head in agreement. 

Which make her wondered more why her father left them to suffer if he is a rich man. He has another wife and had left her mother alone with grandfather. But why does he have to do that. He was way too brutal. She doesn't want to ask another question, as she turned her attention to the food on the tray. She doesn't want to ruin the dinner anymore, talking about the man that doesn't want them. 

"Mom, Grandpa, let's continue our dinner," she said with a smile on her face, and grandpa nodded his head, and patted his grandchild hair. 

He was proud of her, for being smart to know what to do at the right time.