Atlas Black

Chapter 17

L L A N A M O R O Z O V A

I couldn't sleep for the rest of the night as the words of Aiden gripped me and rocked me off balance. Tossing and turning, shaking and whimpering I didn't get one bit of rest.

The memory of my past from 2 years ago: my fathers death still lives and haunts me every waking day of my life. But what was even more weird was the fact that it all happened so fast.

One moment my father was fine, at work like usual. The next, he's had a car wreck? Yeah, accidents happen maybe it's cruel fate but my father wouldn't be that disillusioned nor is he that reckless to put himself in a dangerous situation.

All we got was a phone call to my mother from Misha telling us he's passed and there was nothing he or the paramedics could do to save him. He lost a lot of blood and there was no way there was chance of him surviving.

Yes there were pictures, but I'm having a hard time believing it was all just a coincidence. A coincidental fate. One moment my mother is fine, the next she's throwing up on the floor with her knees to her chest sobbing and clutching the photo frame of her and my dad.

I knew my father was a busy man, he had a restless job which was the reason his attention and time was more focused on that, but I never knew what his job consisted of. Why, first of all, was there a car crash? What caused it? What happened?

The thought that I didn't really know my father as much as I thought I did sends me into a spiral. Making me Second guess everything.

You'd be surprised, Morozova. The people you love tend to stab you in the back.

Admittedly, he had no right saying things about my father in the first place or talking about him as if he knew my father personally. But a little thought, worms it's way into my mind which makes me question a lot of things. I don't want to believe it but maybe I don't know everything. Everything was a blur, too quick, too harsh and painful.

It's like the entire death was a hallucination and that time in my life was a blur. Unreal. Fake.

I shake the thoughts away as it's absolutely absurd. Of course it wasn't a hallucination, my fathers death happened and nothing can change that. And Aiden is still a prick for trying to say otherwise.

Tossing the sheets away from me, I plant my foot on the cold floor as I rub my tired eyes and groan when it hits me it's Monday and I haven't turned in the assignment. Fuck. I'm going to be graded below a C.

I groan and seeing the first thing laying on the floor, I throw over the black sweatshirt from that drunken night and tie my hair into a pony. I'm too fucking tired put in any effort.

In the kitchen, I turn on the coffee-maker to brew myself a cappuccino to boost my energy for the morning. My sunken eyes still adjusting and waking up.

"Morning sunshine." Sas walks in. She looks energised as ever. Who the fuck is this cheery in the morning.

"You're.. glowing." I reply back assessing her face an enlightened expression plastered on her face.

"Amazing night. You?" She emphasises the amazing and I choke on my coffee. Oh. Right.

"Nope. Probably the worst night ever. No sleep." She grabs a cup and begins filling herself a cup.