Thread: Father's Mechanic (rpfiend_123 & AndNich123)

They say everyone has an inner beauty. For some, it takes some care to bring it forward. Callie wasnt like the flowers that seemed to spring up around the estate. She wasnt tended to, pruned, and nurtured into a breathtaking young girl. She was the forgotten weed. Without the support of loving parents teaching her, guiding her, she became a wallflower content with blending in. The subtleties of her hair cut just the right way or highlights was lost on her. She had no idea how to properly make-up. In fact, she never wore it. Her glasses were not stylish, and her clothes seemed to belong to someone else, someone that didnt even live there. Instead of this ravishing beauty, she appeared more like a school teacher. Her long, straight dark hair was always pulled back in a ponytail. Bangs covered her forehead, while loose strands of hair always seemed to escape the ponytail she tried so desperately to keep together. Black rimmed glasses that seemed almost out of place sat right in front of her brown eyes. Her face alone was enough to show the potential she had. She dressed in long sleeves and skirts that covered her legs down to her ankles. It was as if she belonged to some society that didnt believe women should show any skin. Callie certainly didnt think she should. It boggled her mind why anyone would want to see her body anyway. To her, she was nothing more than a plain, ordinary girl. When youre raised to believe is beautiful about yourself, you tend to believe it. She had watched him every morning. Like clockwork he always seemed to have the same routine, emerging from the pool house at the same time to go the garage. Callie would stand there, peering from behind the curtains once more. He was always dressed in that awful attire her father had given him. She knew the truth behind it. It wasnt so that he wouldnt soil his own clothes. It was to remind him of his place. Colemans Garage on the back. The letters practically screaming as he would make his way to his duties. He was nothing more than an employee, and this was her fathers attempt to make sure he never forgot that. Even she was no exception to such treatment. Callie was at home, on vacation from the boarding school her parents had sent her to, one of the best in the country. It was an effort to rid the home, their lives, his life, from the responsibility of taking care of her. She didnt need him to do so anyway. A girl of 16 could easily take care of herself. She was certainly capable of doing the chores he expected her to. Callie wasnt treated as family. There were no carefree days of lounging by the pool or riding horses. No. She was expected to pull her own weight. Nothing is ever handed to you. You have to work for what you have. You have to take take take, her father would say. So she was met with duties of her own. Assisting the yard crew, pool cleaning, tending to the stables, to assisting the maids, she would make her own rounds. A different post every week. The evenings were her own, and Callie took the time to relax. She had watched him leave, as she had done every morning since he arrived, and was now on her way towards the stables. Callie loved the horses. She could talk to them, as strange as that might sound to some. They didnt judge. They simply listened. She liked that. It was freeing to saddle a black beauty and ride. With the wind in her face, all of her worries were behind her. She was stopped by one of the maids before she could leave the house. This woman appeared to be in a rush, and equally so, she was trying to be quiet about what she was asking Callie to do. Placing a container in her hands, she whispered to her to take it to the new employee. She wanted to make sure he had a proper lunch for later. Callie nodded and took the container from her. No other words were exchanged between them, simply a nod. Callie could feel her heart in her throat. It drummed on in her ears as she left the main house and headed towards the garage. The stables were in the other direction, but she knew something like this wouldnt take long. Maybe Ill just leave it. Hell find it. Surly hell smell the food. No. What if he doesnt find it. I could just say hi and leave it. No. I cant.. She stopped seeing the garage door open. He was there, working away already. Her fingers tightened their hold on the container as she approached closer. Ex-cuse me, she spoke to him, softly, her voice a bit shaky. I have.this, she told him, holding up the container, for you. The cook.wanted you to have it.