Caim

17 | mom and dad?

MILIANI'S POV

Breath,

Breath,

For god's sake breath.

I gasped and sat upright on the floor, the cold hardwood made goosebumps erupt on my skin, looking frantically around the room I found the wooden box on the floor beside me. My hand was clutching the small ornament, the sharp edges were leaving the small dents, deep enough to draw blood. I unfolded my palm to look at the silver locket. It has a thin layer of rust forming on it, changing the steely silver into an ugly brownish red shade.

This locket is something that has so many secrets locked inside it. It was a small heart lock with a key to open it. I once had its key but now it's gone along with the owner of the locket. It was of Layla who kept this locket with her all the time, even when she was showering. She always kept this small ornament close to her heart. It was a gift from her crush who gave her this when he accidentally broke her car's window.

She was so giddy when she came home after her shift from a part-time job at the small cafe. Skipping and humming she walked inside the door with the silver heart dangling from her neck. The first time when she talked about a guy. she was a shy and nerdy kind of girl who loved to stick her nose in the books which held nothing but some really gruesome equations.

Layla would always tell us how he was so handsome with blue eyes and a cute bunny tooth smile. The smile never left her face whenever she talked about him, gushing about how his eyes shine bright when the sunlight falls on them and everything good about him. I loved listening to her talk about that guy, she had this very beautiful glow. It was like she was already in love with him.

Though he never said or hinted anything to show that he has feelings for her but he would always ask her about how her family is, every time in the cafe so, she assumed and would make these small cute scenarios in her head. But then suddenly the guy disappeared and was never seen again. This broke her heart and she was never able to move on from him. We never got to know his name.

I never get to see what was inside it, she never let us saw anything and refused to even let us touch it. I'm still curious about what is inside this locket. I tried opening it, thinking it might open if it's rusted and maybe the lock inside would be broke but to my disappointment, it was still locked and intact.

My thoughts were broken when I heard the door lock jiggle, the previous fear which somehow evaporated from the sweet memories, makes an appearance. The same feeling of something clutching my neck comes back and this time with full force, I started to tremble, remembering the all too real nightmare.

I scrambled to my feet and ran towards the stairs to go into my room but it was too late, the front door opened and my breath hitched. My foot slipped from the stair but I balanced myself by placing my hand on the sidewall and shifted my weight on it. I was shocked would be an understatement, I was completely flabbergasted and scared at the same time. Shocked because the people standing on my doorsteps were never expected here and scared because I know they are here to criticise me and make me fall into the pit of despair and guilt which I was already in too deep.

The replica of me was standing with her husband, the same hazel eyes were staring into mine, My parents were standing on the doorstep with 2 suitcases filled with probably their clothes. I couldn't believe it, those people never left one chance to put me down and cursed me out for killing their daughter. I am their daughter too but sometime along the way they forget it.

"Mom, Dad what are you doing here?" Was the first thing that left my mouth.

Way to greet your parents, great going mili.