Reasonable Luck.

Chapter 14: Miracles Cannot Be Predicted.

                                                {Fast forward eight years later.}

(AVERY'S POV)

It has been 8 Years since my boyfriend had been taken away from me.

I had been trying to contact him but, it seemed like my messages weren't delivering.

I was worried, seriously.

After that family dinner, I hid in my room. Crying, drinking, and crying again. I couldn't get any sleep.

I'm now officially a pop star singer. I sang rock and roll music sometimes too, I was also a part-time art influencer. 

Tomorrow I will turn 25. Which is also a good day, where I get to go to Paris. It was a job interview for some company. A high-class one. I really had to get much more popular by signing up to join a company and get better quality videos for my music. Right now, my mom has been my supporter. She's turning 50 soon. 

I wonder if I'll ever get to see Hirota again, it really hurts to get your own boyfriend taken away from you just like that.

                                                           (HIROTA'S POV)

                 { FlASHBACKS OF 1 year ago}

"Oi, call the delivery for two pizzas. Pepperoni. You better not get it wrong." Mrs. Jitsu yelled as she watched a movie with her boyfriend, drinking vodka. "Here's my phone."

I grabbed her phone and started dialing the police hotline.

"112(France's Police Hotline), How may I help you?" A woman asked.

"Two Pepperoni pizzas, please."

"Sir, I think you got the wrong number.."

"No, I did not. The address is Le Marais."

The police officer knew I was in trouble.

"Okay sir, are the people armed with weapons?" 

"One with extra pepperoni." 

"HURRY UP IDIOT!" Mrs. Jitsu yelled.

"Okay sir, have they been abusing you?" 

"Yes, extra cheese."

"Police are on the way, please stay safe and lock your door. Keep a hold of a weapon."

"OI!" Mom yelled.

"Okay, it's coming!"

"FINALLY." They both groaned.

  I saw the police cars come, silently.

I quickly locked the door, "OI! WHY DID YOU LOCK THE DOOR?" 

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"OPEN THE DOOR STUPID" Her boyfriend kicked the door.

"SHUT UP!" I yelled.

"YOU--" They kicked the door and stabbed the door with an ax from the garden till the door knocked down.

"Why did you lock the door? Come here you---" As they were about to swing the axe, the police arrived behind them.

"Paris Police Force, please put the weapon down. You both are arrested for child abuse."

"NO!" As they both screamed, the officers cuffed them.

"I'm so sorry that you had to be tortured like that, we will be offering you a cheque of 100K and pay for your treatment." One of the officers pats my back as they looked at my deep cuts.

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Eventually, both of my "parents" had been sentenced to death. I was finally free, recovered and healthy. I'm 18 now. But, I know if I went back to Japan it would be a waste of money. I didn't have wifi either.

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                     (PRESENT TIME: Hirota's 25. )

           { Arrival at Paris }

( Avery's POV )

The company was really generous. They sent a private driver to pick us up, in a nice black car. 

       My mother and I were even given a luxurious breakfast. We had tomato soup, it was delicious! Along with a few pieces of garlic bread, the garlic spread was creamy and had the right amount of spices. We also had donuts, plain glazed ones. Which made me emotional as I thought of Hirota. The chef said that those donuts were the Boss's favorites. Dang, he has great taste then!

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My mother and I walked into this enormous studio, it had a huge spacious room to record your singing. 

"Please start singing your most popular song." The coach said. 

I started clearing my throat and singing the first few lyrics.

"I don't even need to hear the rest. This is perfect, next room please." 

It was an art studio room. It has lots of Picasso paintings and abstract scenery paintings.

"Please start by painting a portrait of the big bowl of fruits in front of you." The lady wearing colorful clothes said.

I painted the fruits using oil paints and added different shades. My strokes were smooth and fine.

"That's a lovely work of art! You passed the interview. Welcome to Paris Artifactial Co. Please enter the last room, you will be our Boss's assistant and at the same time Head of Events." 

"Thank you so much!" I said. My mother and I walked to the last room.

              When I entered the last room, I smelt a familiar scent. A familiar perfume smell.

The boss looked familiar too. That was when I released a long gasp silently.