|Mother and Son
Author: CreepyWriting PM
As a baby, Diedrick was abandoned by his Jewish mother and was brought up in a strict Nazi home. Six years later, Diedrick discovers the truth and runs away from his German family. He makes friends with death camp fugitive, Linda and a Russian soldier, Omar. Secrets will be reveal and their lives will change forever. Please R&R. Thank you and Enjoy!Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Humor/Family - Chapters: 21 - Words: 23,960 - Reviews: 2 - Updated: 02-10-13 - Published: 01-26-13 - Status: Complete - id: 3095695
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Mother and Son
(Back at 746 Richwart Avenue, the mansion has not changed in the past six years. Only little things have changed on the inside.)
Diedrick: KaBoom! Yes! Victory!
(Diedrick, now 6 years old, is playing with his toy soldiers, airplanes, and tanks in his bedroom. He's running around, acting like an airplane, while wearing his pajamas, a pilot hat and goggles. He continues to cheer with triumph.)
Diedrick: Ha! Ha! And that is another win for Germany! All thanks to the wonderful, magnificent, and not that bad looking, Diedrick: the Greatest Pilot in all of-
(KNOCKING ON THE DOOR)
Bonnie: Diedrick! What are you doing in there?
Diedrick: Uh . . . nothing?
(The door opens and Bonnie, his adoptive mother, comes in, seeing what her son is up to.)
Bonnie: Well, it certainly sounds like something. Why won't you explain that?
Diedrick: Oh, it was amazing! There were soldiers and their guns going-BANG! BANG! BANG! And-and there were airplanes going VROOOMMM. . .
Bonnie: Oh, you and your imagination have a way of making me laugh.
Diedrick: Mother, do you think I'll good in the army? Do you think I'll be a hero?
Bonnie: I'm sure you will. Now, your father wants you downstairs shortly, so hurry up and get dress. You know how he is about being on time.
Diedrick: Yep, sure do.
(Bonnie leaves. Diedrick takes off his hat to reveal his brown hair. He sets his helmet on his nightstand and puts on his round glasses. Then, he looks in the mirror, fixing his hair and posture.)
Diedrick: Someday, I'll be the best soldier ever. Just like Papa!
(His father, Commander Waldmar, opens the white French doors of his office to the main foyer where the bottom of the curve stairs meets the tiled floor. He stands proudly in his metal-covered uniform looking at the interior of his huge house. He makes sure that everything is in ship shape. Bonnie comes down in her yellow dress with her husband greeting her at the bottom.)
Bonnie: Good morning, Waldmar.
Waldmar: Ah, Bonnie, my dear wife. Lovely, as always.
Bonnie: You look rather dashing, dear.
Waldmar: I try to look my best for my family.
(He peers over her shoulder and looks at her with a brow.)
Waldmar: Where's the boy? He's late.
Bonnie: Oh, Waldmar. You need to be easy on him.
Waldmar: He needs to learn to be on time, especially since I have a meeting in a few minutes and-
Bonnie: Dear, please.
(Just then, Diedrick comes running down the stairs in a shirt with a vest over it and khaki shorts. He's buttoning up his shirt when he reaches the bottom.)
Bonnie: Oh, Diedrick. There you are.
Waldmar: Yes, here you are.
Diedrick: Yeah, I'm here, Oh, morning, Papa! Y-you look . . . clean.
Waldmar: Diedrick, you're late,
Diedrick: Um . . . Yes, but I was-
Diedrick: I-I'm sorry, sir.
Waldmar: Don't you understand that this house is on a very, and I do mean, very tight schedule? This lacking around nonsense needs to stop.
Bonnie: Waldmar, you don't have to be so hard on him.
Waldmar: Bonnie, stay out of this. And as for you, I expect you to be on time for now on. Now, go to the library. I'll be in with the other officers when they arrive so you can make your aquatics. There, you will leave us to our work. Understood?"
Diedrick: Yes, sir.
(Diedrick walks away.)
Waldmar: I swear that boy doesn't seem to listen to me. What good is having a son if he can't obey the simplest commands?
Bonnie: Well, he is a boy, dear. To be more specific, he's only six.
Waldmar: Yes, you're right. But I just don't see why you wanted him so bad. Why did we ever adopt him?
Bonnie: Well, I told you: I was passing by the children's home and he was lying there inside, smiling at me. It was like I was meant to care for him. Also, I couldn't resist that face, so I brought him home. Besides, we couldn't have children of our own anyway.
Waldmar: That's true,
Waldmar: Oh, they're here. I must go.
(He kisses her again and hurries over to the doors.)
(Diedrick goes over by the windows in the library and sees three vehicles coming through the circular driveway. When they park, men hop out and walk up to the main doors, where Waldmar welcomes them to his home. He watches as all the men raise their right arm up to a forty-five degree angle. Being only six, he doesn't get it, but he doesn't care anyway. Suddenly, he hears the doors close and quickly takes his seat as the men come in.)
(Waldmar leads the officers in with a grin on his face.)
Waldmar: Gentlemen, this is my son, Diedrick. Diedrick, this is the group of men I work with on a daily basis.
Diedrick: Uh . . . hello.
(MEN LAUGHING IN DELIGHT)
Man 1: What a charming boy!
Man 2: Oh, absolutely a swell, young man.
Waldmar: Yes, yes. Well, he needs to leave now.
Diedrick: Wait, I wanna-
Waldmar: Gentlemen, if you would take your seats, we will begin shorty.
Diedrick: But Papa!
Waldmar: Diedrick, that's enough! This is currently not a place for children. Now leave!
(With that, Diedrick leaves the room; Waldmar turns to the other officers.)
Waldmar: Well, you know what they say 'Boys will be boys'. Now, let's get this meeting under way, shall we?
(Diedrick listens by the door and walks away head down to the floor.)