Obscurus

 A 32-year-old man with neatly coiffed brown hair and a mustache who wasn't particularly tall or small, Mr. Taylor questioned why his wife, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, had married him. Because Mr. Taylor dislikes communication, he opted to work from home rather than deal with obnoxious coworkers. He was employed as a computer engineer, and he was perfectly content with the salaries because he was proficient for the position, and the company known him as one of the top workers, so thank-you-very-much.

He wasn't particularly proud of himself either; he simply worked nonstop and went on to take care the children, later after the work. The fact that Ronald and Charlotte kept sneaking around the office to steal pens and papers is one of the reasons why he can't concentrate on his work. The door to his office kept opening and closing, and the footsteps kind of irritated him.

Later, when he went shopping, he locked the office and reminded Alex to take care of the house and feed the dog, who was currently sleeping on the rug in the living room. However, when he arrived back at his office after two hours, the door had been opened, and he assumed lock picking had probably occurred, but by whom exactly?

And as a father, he was well aware of who it was. It was Ronald, who had been taught by Gabriel, he hummed as he watched the children outside in the front yard playing with Dog, such as throwing Frisbees from their hands and letting Dog caught all of them. He was reading a newspaper from the front porch bench at that time, sipping his favorite afternoon black coffee. Not until a Frisbee hit the mug he was holding at.

He tried to relax; after all, he was a good father. He later heard Ronald apologizing and his other three children laughing at his now damped striped linen shirt. Grumbling as he walked inside to get change.

Charlotte became a good sister after he met Ronald; at first, she was upset that she was no longer the youngest child; she had always wanted to be spoiled by her parents; however, after her mom reminded them that they would still be treated fairly and as a family, she decided to agree. When she turned five, Ron and she became inseparable. She got in the habit of sneaking into Ron's room with her favorite fairy-tale books and reading them with him until they fell asleep.

Ron's favorite one is Beauty and the Beast, and Charlotte told him that only true love can change someone. It's a valuable lesson she learned from the story.

"What if the other person didn't change?"

"Then, it can only mean that love was never destined to be for them, that it was never genuine. And besides, what good is love if it can't change someone?" Charlotte responded and tucked the book away.

"Do you think mommy and daddy love me?" Ron cuddled at the teddy bear between them.  Charlotte nodded and put the blanket over their body, "Very."

Ron was six years old when he began attending Elementary School with his other two siblings, Charlotte and Gabriel. He was in first grade, and he was very nervous—he was relieved that Charlotte was there to drop him off at his classroom.

"Hurry up! The school bus is here!" Mrs. Taylor shouted one late morning as she placed the beanie on Ron's head as Charlotte immediately put her pink rubber shoes and ran outside. Ron was munching a chocolate bar, as he also ran outside.

"Hey, pipsqueak. You have chocolates on your nose." Alex chuckled as she rubbed a handkerchief on her little brother's nose who were sitting beside her, he was mumbling about chocolates and candies.  It was mid-October and Halloween would soon arrive, Charlotte was very excited to dress up as a fairy this year.

Mr. Taylor had asked Ron to dress up as a strawberry for Halloween last year because of his red hair and—it was obviously embarrassing. But every house they knocked on gave Ron lots of candies, saying he looked cute in the costume. Charlotte dressed up as a princess, and Gabriel was the prince—Alex dressed up as a mad scientist, chasing Ron and yelling that he'll be her next experiment.

"I've heard fairies are nasty little creatures." said Gabriel. Charlotte gawked him. "I read somewhere that they ate human flesh after tricking them to their place and—"

"They do not! Fairies will protect you and embellish your dresses, do you even read Cinderella?"

"Gabby's books are terrifying; they're thick and heavy." Ron spoke from behind their seats.

"Because he is a nerd. I tried reading one of his books, but it was full of nonsense."

"Oh yeah? Tell your Cinderella that. See if she can fight with robots."

Alex kicked their seats, drawing the driver's attention to the front-mirror. "Shut up, you two." She hissed angrily.

Ron was excelled in arts, always coming in first place. One day, he confessed to his teacher how much he enjoyed mixing colors, especially the color paints one. He was actually drawing a good piece— though he was unaware of it.

He first started reading science-related books in fourth grade. The study of chemistry, as well as Henry Gray's book on human anatomy. He was once advised by Charlotte to pursue a career in medicine if he had a strong interest in chemistry and people.

"No way, what if I killed a patient by accident?" Ron immediately shook his head.

"What makes you think that?" Charlotte giggled.

Ron was also sometimes bullied because of his lots of prickles; he later returned home crying and hating his face. One day, Ron noticed Gabriel grabbing a pen and started drawing numerous circles on his face— saying that he will come tomorrow at school with a face like that.

As a result, they were both became the targets of bullying, and he once saw Gabriel punching one of the boys in the nose, and Ron got a motivation to fight back.

"Yeah! You freak!" Ron yelled as he kicked the boy's private part. They later received a detention after that; Mrs. Taylor furious with both of them as she walked inside the room to talk with the teacher, Mr. Taylor who were standing in front of the two boys who were so messed up, just shook his head chuckling, boys.

Charlotte was amused by what was going on and decided to spend their time at Gabriel's house. Ron tried to read the books from the shelves, while Charlotte simply played music through the speaker. When the door opened, they noticed Gabriel narrowing his eyes at them.

"Who told both of you that you could enter my room without my permission?"

"What are you some sort of insane villain?" Ron smirked as he flipped a book.

"Get out!"

"Rock music is weird." Charlotte stated as she threw the CDs she found in the drawers. Gabriel slapped her hands and dragged both of them out of his room.

"He's such a moody." Ron laughed after Gabriel slammed the door closed in front of them.

The two decided to spend the rest of their time in Alex's room, but when Ron opened the door, they found Alex climbing at the window. The three were too astounded to speak when Alex saw them.

"Don't tell dad." She said.

"We will."

"We will actually tell dad."

And it ended with Alex screaming and chasing the two. When Mr. Taylor, who was busy working, heard a crash in the living room, he immediately got to his feet and ran towards the loud noise.

"Oh my god," he groaned loudly as he noticed two broken vases on the floor--and there were no signs of the three.

Alex Taylor is the oldest one of the three, she enjoyed playing soccer--became a player right away after a single tryout at their middle school. After two years of playing, a school match was finally held, and everyone was invited to attend.

Of course, the Taylors were thrilled with the news, and they soon found themselves in the bleachers on the school's soccer field. There are many people present— including the player's family. Ron and Charlotte, of course, kept running around. Mrs. Taylor scolded them—even Gabriel who were staring at one of the cheerleaders.

"Gabby gabby staring a beauty." Ron and Charlotte laughed when they saw Gabriel blushed.

As soon as Alex's team scored, they began shouting throughout the game. Excitedly, Ron bounced up and down from his seat. Juice from his cup was spilling out. They later won, and the match ended.

As Mr. Taylor continued taking photos with the camera, the three hugged their older sister while Mrs. Taylor continued pecking her face saying her congratulations. She later instructed them to strike a pose at the camera, so they could make a picture frame of it.

"That's awesome, you kicked like a boss!" Ron exclaimed to her sister as she handed the trophy to her teammates to take a picture at.

"That was the result of practicing," she replied, "but where are the two?” Ron took a look around and pointed to Gabriel, who was chatting with a cheerleader. Charlotte was upset, her arms crossed.

"No way, he's chatting to Cassandra, she's a bitch," she scoffed.

They approached the two and saw Cassandra, one of the cheerleaders, "Fuck off, Cassandra. You're flirting with my little brother." Alex said, Cassandra merely sneered back at her.

"Alex! What are you talking about?" Gabriel pressed her, taken aback by her attitude.

"Who is this?" Cassandra asked, looking at Ron's prickles. "Don't you dare talk to my siblings, and let's go now," Alex dragged Ron behind him, Gabriel pouted.

"But—her house's number—"

"What do you mean? You and Ron were banned from using the telephone," Alex deadpanned, dragging the three away from Cassandra. Ron chuckled as he remembered it and took Charlotte's hand as they walked back to the car, where Mrs. and Mr. Taylor were chatting to some parents.

"Why are you so angry with her?" huffed Alex.

"Are you aware you were eleven? She's fourteen. She is flirty and destroyed a lot of hearts; I don't want her to hurt you. And—no, Gabriel, let me finish—you are not going to talk to her again."

"Yeah, and I knew she'd already planning of making fun of my freckles," Ron added.

"She told me I'm not suited out be a cheerleader," Charlotte sobbed. Ron hugged her sister.

"See what I mean?" Alex said, elbowing Gabriel, who was groaning.

"Fine."

It was Saturday and Ron was found circling around the living room, looking for his comic book, when he passed the picture frames there—he noticed his own baby photo in one of the frames there and picked it up to look at. Not until a bird crashed inside the living room causing Ron to dropped the picture frame from his hand in surprised, breaking the glasses. Their dog, Dog. Suddenly started barking so loudly.

"What was that?" he heard a voice and saw Mr. Taylor and his siblings rushing into the living room. The noises probably startled them— he ran towards them and pointed his finger to the bird in the living room. It was bleeding, hardly breathing, and gripping a piece of paper in its talons.

"Alex, go to the bathroom and get the medicine kit!"