“ I Apologize for my brother, he doesn't always know his manners....”
The young man standing before me said, welcoming me into the family with a hug and attention just like their Mom who's now before us. I was still about to tell him that I really don't care about that with the excuse that I actually never knew that something like that was offensive, but a slap landed on my ass, it wasn't painful nor soft, just timid I would say. I had thought that it was my honeybee, until I ended up seeing Phillips come before me. He was slightly taller than Peter here, you might possibly think that both of them were same height when apart, but with them now standing right in front of me, I can tell the difference.
The first thing I did was try to confirm my suspicion, I turned around and saw that Liam wasn't anywhere close to slap my ass, that means Phillips was actually the one who did slap me from behind. Is that how they do here?, Don't he know that what he just did was offensive, yet here he is, smiling about it like it was nothing.
I could've talked back at him angrily, but I don't think it's something I should do now, Liam saw him do it, maybe I should just let him know that his brother just crossed the line here, maybe he could handle him by himself. I looked back at Liam to see his reaction towards his brother, but what I expected wasn't actually what I saw.
Liam was a disciplined man who doesn't take insult from anyone, he's well respected and with his military status, people tends to avoid him. I might always be as well so playful around him, but my boundaries is what I was always cautious of, and that made him love me a lot, because I always take his decision as final.
But right now, behind me was a laughing Liam who possibly saw no offense in what his brother had done. Was it because he respects him to be his older brother?, Or was there any other reason for him to reacting to his brother's approach towards me?. I'm totally confused right now, but as well tried to hide it all in, smiling like nothing actually happened while my brain was in total chaos contemplating on the reason Liam might've overlooked this.
“ Just heard my brother apologize to you for my rudeness.... I'm as well here to apologize to, I shouldn't have walked past without greeting this beautiful young lady before me....”
He brought forward him arm, I knew the gesture, so I kept my arm on top of his as he bent down to kiss my knuckles, then stare up at me. Yeah, with all this, I have just made my reading about him, this is definitely the guy I should avoid amongst them all, or misunderstanding would arise between me and Liam.
Stepping in into the house, Liam standing side by side with me, their mother standing before us and Phillips and Peter carrying our luggage behind us as they're as well coming towards the door. The environment and surrounding of the outside was totally different from the inside of this building, more like I was in another location different from the outside house I had just stared at. The size was just as expected, but the bright outside was different from the hallow inside we were in.
It's still early in the afternoon outside, but it looks late in here, like it's almost half past seven in the evening, the light shining on was like candle lights, but it was actually electricity, it was in different places, areas in the house, this was the general sitting room, though few curtains were left open to support the lights, it just looks more like a hunted house.
Let's just say, it's a guest thing, I might possibly get used to it just like the others in here. They possibly find this as normal and a great art of furnishings, maybe one day I'll as well see it like that too, but not today, definitely not today.
I saw the Mother of the house walk up to near a covered art in the wall, she raised her hand to grab something, it really looks creepy in here, making me go closer to Liam because he's the only protection I possibly trust here. He might definitely find me funny when he gets to understand what I am feeling here, I'm definitely going to tell him when I'm comfortable, but for now, I am having goosebumps in my guts.
He already told me the name of his Mom, Jennifer, Mrs Jennifer Patrick, told me that she loves to go by her name Jennifer rather than being called Mom all day, saying that calling her Mom makes her feel old, but can accept to be called that on special occasions.
Yeah, I know that feeling, that feeling where people now see you as old and unable to do something. Not that I've ever been in those shoes, but I have heard patients, patients who had those shoes to fill in, saying that they want to be called their names or rather Mom or Dad, rather than grandma and grandpa.
It's actually a title, but few people see themselves too young to go by the title, so they prefer to be called something younger than they already were. 
Mrs Jennifer began ringing a bell, it wasn't sounding too loud though, just like a small bell under the covered painting on the wall. I know a painting when I see one, and I know that the image covered right there was a painting, but I shouldn't dive into that question yet, have to settle down first before starting to ask questions, which definitely also involves why they're living in darkness, making their surroundings look creepy, quite creepy, I would say, would really mind my words so as to actually not offend anyone.
I can see the doors opening from different part of the areas, not much though, just two different doors opened while others were still left closed. A young woman and a man came out from one of the door, as well as on the other door, a lady on his late thirties came out, guess it's about time for general introduction.