Father's Death Bed

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(The outfit that Paris is wearing is the photo above minus the earrings and purse)

(Harry's POV)
I was being driven to the mansion where father was on his death bed. We finally arrived. "Welcome home." I sighed I didn't really want to be hear. I thought it was unnecessary to take two cars for me and Paris. Paris's car finally arrived she and I both got out and walked to the mansion.

We were walking down the hallway to the room father was in. Paris was clinging to me as it was indeed abit dark and she didn't like dark hallways. We
finally reached the door. " It's abit dark your eyes will adjust. It's better this way." He opened the door for us and we walked into the room. We walked the bed and I saw father in the bed with a curtain around the bed. I pulled the curtain away slowly. "Dad" I spoke softly while slowly sitting down. Paris sitting beside me. "This is not how I imagined I would die. Looking at my children and seeing strangers. You had so much potential Harry and Paris won't be able to do anything with her life. Such intelligence and you're throwing it away and you're spending your time with a retard." I was getting angry. "No you through us away. You sent me and Paris off too boarding school when I was eleven and she was seven, on my sixteenth birthday you sent me and Paris to scotch or or one of your assistance did. I'm pretty sure because the card read with compliments Norman Osborn. And for the record Paris is not retarded she's autistic. She is also the smartest person in her classes." "I don't expect forgiveness from either of you anymore. I don't believe in miracles. I don't expect you two to understand that your childhoods had to be sacrificed for something greater. Not just for me, for you Harry, have your hands started to twitch yet, when you lay awake you can feel it coming. Hiding in the skin waiting to show its self to show you who you really are. But tomorrow I can pleasure. I never told you that it's genetic, our elders called it the Osborn Curse. And it began at your age Harry. Your hand give it to me." I gave him my hand as I stood up. "The greatest heritage that I can give you or Paris isn't only money it is this. A sum total of all my work, everything I did to stay alive maybe you can succeed in where I failed." I held the cube in my hand. Me and Paris were now outside of the mansion. I was in my thoughts when I heard Paris speak. "Harry is what father said about me true." I turned around and looked at her with so much love and compassion, our father knew nothing about her. He has no right to insult and speak to her the way he did. "No Paris he isn't, he is just a foolish old man who missed out on your whole entire life. When I look at you I see a smart, wonderful, and caring girl who loves with all her heart, don't let his words get stuck inside your head. You have such a wonderful future ahead of you." I spoke to her while holding her hands and looking into her eyes. She smiled back at me and hugged me tight. I hugged her back. I don't know what I would do with out Paris in my life she is the greatest gift in my life. I broke the hug and looked at her as we both walked to our cars.





(Well the first chapter is complete. Please tell me what you think and any suggestions for future chapters.)

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