Healing Ivan Wattys2015

Chapter 1- What. Is. This?

A lot of you keep asking me how to pronounce Olorire's name. So it's O-Lo-ri-Ray

IVAN

"What. Is. This?" Esme and Arnold have got to be kidding me. My parents have got to be kidding me. I leaned to the side to get a better view of the foreign girl.

"What, is a who. Ivan, be nice." I scowled at my parents.

"What I don't see you for 3 months and you bring back home, s-some some girl in to our home the one place we are supposed to feel safe!"

"Sit back down before you give yourself a heart attack." This was a hopeless cause.

"You're not Brad and Angelina mum. You don't bring back human souvenir from a business trip. You're meant to bring back present. So mum I don't see what I am supposed to do with... this." Oracle had the same look of disdain when she peeked at the girl. How could they be so stupid?

"Please tell me this was legal."

"Enough! Both of you. Stop being disrespectful and no Oracle she's not the new cook and yes this is legal. Stop being inconsiderate towards her feelings, she is human being just like you and me, deal with It."  My father pushed the girl out from under his arm. The girl gave a faint smile and waved.

"Now we will settle this amicably at the family table." We still didn't budge as my father walked to the dining room. Jackson jogged down the stairs hugging my parents before his face held a mixture of shock and confusion at the girl in our living room.

"I'll come on one condition, she doesn't come along. Now I want you to er take your leg and climb up the stairs, to the room my parents gave you." I sniggered as Oracle gave hand signals towards the girl, it was stupid. The girl was stupid. The girl didn't look like she understand a lick of English but surprisingly she corresponded and followed Oracle's instructions. She was darker anyone I have ever seen, I wonder if she got lost during the night.

"Mum, dad she's black, how could you adopt her?"

"Stop being so spoilt. And it's less of an adoption it's a settlement, we care and look after her until she's 21 and if she chooses she can go back home or stay with us.So what if she's black?"

"That's the problem don't you see, she's black, she doesn't fit into our family. You could have found a white child heck you could have brought home a Chinese girl but instead you had to think you were fucking exotic and bring home a black girl." My dad slammed his hands loudly on the beechwood table that symbolises our family table.

"Ivan, do not swear under my roof! You will play nice and act nice. You will not make her feel uncomfortable. She is officially part of this family. Do I make myself clear?" I wasn't about to be bought by my parents words. It was just so typical.

"Now one by one get up there and have a polite conversation. Oracle none of that patronising crap. She can speak English. Her name is Olorire. Repeat after me." We all followed after the hundredth time, after our father deemed us fit enough to pronounce it without stuttering.

I trudged up the steps in two, knocking on her door. She sat on the double bed, deep in thought.

"I'm Ivan." I said coldly, making sure our eyes met.

"I'm Olorire, nice to meet you." she replied. My eyes rolled in annoyance. Her voice held a subtle yet very noticeable accent.

"Yeah whatever shame I can't say the same. It's just important to be clear." I took a step closer easily towering her. "I would hate to hurt you, I really would but it is important for you to understand you need to stay away from us. I honestly don't know what they were thinking when they adopted you but let's put a stop to this... bonding shit they are hoping to happen between us before it goes any further." I glared one final time, making sure my gaze burned into her memory before I slammed her door, stomping towards my room.