Prison Of Glass

10 | slow cooked snails

A/N: im vv sorry but updates will be rare from now on, im at the peak of my student years and the pressure is real which leaves me exhausted, i will definitely update twice a month and the chapters will most definitely be long, but that's all i can offer for now, i love you all<3

Nate

I stepped out of the hot shower, leaving the cubicle door open as the steam fogged the bathroom mirror. I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my lower half. I went out into bathroom and into my obnoxiously large closet, picking out a suit to wear for dinner with the Laurents.

I dried my body and slipped into my boxers, putting down the set piece of white shirt and a black suit on the sofa. I ruffled my wet hair and glanced at myself in the mirror, my shoulder tattoo very evident. I stared it for a second then slipped on my shirt.

I adjusted the cuffs and buttoned up my sleek white shirt. I knotted a tie around my collar and grabbed my black suit, slipping out of the dressing closet, running my hand through my still slightly damp hair.

I stepped out of large suite sized room and made my way down the large marble staircase.

I looked for my mother near the dining table where she usually helped the staff set up the table when guests come. When I didn't find her there, I went up the stairs again, and straight to her room.

The door creaked as I opened her room slowly, only to be met with darkness other than the rays of moonlight entering the room through her gallery.

"Mom?" I whispered into the quite room. I looked around and still couldn't see her, until a shadow caught my attention in the gallery. I went closer to her shaking body, large sobs racked through her body, accompanied with loud cries, murmuring my father's name like a mantra.

My heart broke and guilt instantly hit me like a wave. I haven't paid any attention to my grieving mother due to the duties. She didn't notice me as I came up behind her. I didn't hesitate to wrap my arms around her tightly and she didn't hesitate to bury her neck in my chest. Her body shaked and tears flowed out from her eyes like a waterfall, making my shirt slightly wet. I just tightened my hold on her.

I have never seen my other break down like this.

I knew that there's nothing I could say to ease her pain so I just planted soft kisses in her hair as I towered above her.

"He's gone." Her voice cracked, with the sound of my heart. She cried and cried and cried, and broke down completely.

We stayed like that for almost half an hour, grieving for the family that was lost.

I had no one now except for my mother. We overlooked our city from above, the whole place shining as I could see the sea waves at the coast and the small little streams flowing through the place. The calm wind passed by us, making my mother shiver as I looked down at her.

"Let's get inside." I said to her. She just nodded. We went her inside her large suite, that felt empty and cold, much more than the wind outside.

She sniffled a bit and settled on her bed. It was quite for a long time until she croaked out in a weak voice. "I'm sorry." I instant took my seat beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Why would you be sorry? It's okay to fall apart."

She didn't reply. She shuffled in her seat and stood up, going straight to her large closet. I followed after her. She rummaged through the large drawers, hastily trying to find something.

She stopped for a second and pulled out a neat white envelope from the bottoms drawer, my father's drawer for keeping his most priced possessions. I gaped at my mother and she turned me, looking at me with doe eyes that now swarming in love.