Just like papa

This is what it has come down to. Father is out cold because of his way of "relief." He has told me to try it but i am not one to drink at such a young age, or at all for that fact. So, In the absence of my father, i have decided to take on his job and give the children their tests, my way. In that case i have to take care of my own patient. I start with Matty rat. She has been here for five months and was given away because of her choice in violent words in threats, such as "murdered" or "shoot" or other things along those lines. "I'm not Patron, I'm his son." I put my hand on her head through one of the holes in the cage. She lifts her head causing my hand to slide down to her check. Her face was soft. I open the cage a little. "Im not like my father I won't cuff you unless I have to, but you will have to hold my hand so I can make sure you don't run off." I hold out my hand through the crack of the cage. "I am not like my father, I do not want to cuff you, but if that is the case you will need to hold my hand so i know where you are at all times." she stood up as i held out my hand. She took it. I opened the cage fully so that she could come out. I gently close it causing little to no sound. We walk to my room seeing as though the experiment room is traumatizing for her. "Sit there for now while i get ready." She attempts to climb on the bed but fails. I pick her up and sit her down. Then i walk off. I grab my coat and gloves. I take my hair out of the sloppy bun and put it in a ponytail. I walk back into the room. "I like your hair Mr. D can I call you that? Mr. D? It's just, you remind me of my Father, And everyone would call him Mr. D because out last names started with a D. It's not 'rat' it's 'Durat.' Rat was the name my mother gave me when she gave me away." I look at her for a while, Thinking of what to say. "Sure. You may call me Mr. D, but not when patron is around alright. I'm not suppose to be giving you these check up's. My father is out and he said that if he misses a day then everything would be over." She sits there as i check her eye sight. Then we go over breathing, heart beat, then finally blood. We finally go back to her cell. She sits black down in the same place she was before i took her out, and goes black to sleep. I move on to the rest of the other kids. By the thirtieth kid, it was time for their breakfast. "Guards. It's breakfast time. Why haven't you fed the children?" They stand there and stare at me. "Mr. Patron ordered us not to." "My father is drunk."

"That doesn't matter, orders are orders."

"Well I order you to feed the children"

"His orders trump yours. Why don't you feed them yourself?" I guess that's what I'll have to do, but I'm not quick enough to feed them all in time. I call the maids to help me out, but they are all working. "Guards, line in a formation that runs down to the cafeteria, I want one of you on each side of each cage." They nod their heads and they get to work. Meanwhile, I get cooking. I have only cooked with my mother, but I remember the basics. Once I am done I set all of the plates down for the thousands of children that are to be fed. I assumed it was to take all day but only a few hours. By the time I was done, The children must have been starving. I grab the microphone for the speakers throughout the building. "Let the children out and direct them to the cafeteria, Once the cage you are next to is empty, close it and follow close behind the children. When all the guards are in the cafeteria, I want all of you to guards the walls and doors." I walk out and hold the door open to see the lines of guards standing down the hallway. I hear footsteps as I see a line of children walking down the hall to where I stand. The children enter staring at me. "Sit where ever you desire." The children sit down. Once all of them are in the room, the guards come from behind and close the door. The cafeteria is one whole floor able to fit twenty-five thousand people at size 60. These kids are thirteen and below estimating it to fit forty-eight thousand children. They all sit there and eat the food. I hear their comments. "This is like my papa's food."

"Yeah, it's cooked with love."

"And it tastes good." A child walks up to me. "Who cooked this?" I looked down, With a stutter, "I-I did."

"You remind me of my papa."

"Yeah." All of the children look at me agreeing with one child. "We should call you Papa D." they all nod in agreement. Papa...

Authors note: I know I just came back but I had to update the chapter for next week because I wont be updating due to certain circumstance. Weather that runs long depends but if it does, This over nine hundred word chapter should keep you good. I might update on tuesdays if the wait runs longer than expected. I am very sorry, and I don't look forward to doing this in the future. pouncingpotato out.