Kande Beach | My Professor And Me

14! Kiss me goodbye

Nishaan's POV:

"What did you say?" I frowned as I raised my voice.

"My dad... he got killed because of your dad!" he yelled and pushed me away. I fell back.

"Your dad killed my fucking dad!" I didn't know what he was talking about. My dad killed his dad?

"Do you hear yourself when you talk?" I yelled back.

"Call your dad and ask him!" he chuckled as he rested both hands on his waist. He was sounding evil. Very evil and bitter.

Before I could process anything I was surrounded by lots of bodyguards. There was this thick tension between me and the air. I felt like this was all just nightmare. I felt like puking. I checked my surroundings and saw Mr. Cahill making his way to me as I tried to stand up but I couldn't. Suddenly a pair of arms helped me stand up. My brain was frozen. Everything was spinning around me. Mr. Jackson helped me stand up but I failed miserably. I tried to touch him because I didn't want his help. Soon I was being pushed here and there. I didn't even realize when I got into car and everything went silent from loud. I couldn't feel my body. Cameras were flashing making my eyes itchy and heavy.

"What's happening?" I managed to say breathlessly.

Mr. Cahill turned around and he just gave me a sad look. I turned back and started driving the car.

I dialed my dad and the ring went off saying it was switched off. I dialed my mum and my brother but no one responded.

"So it's true?" I chuckled and threw my phone aside.

"It's not! your father would never do that," he replied instantly.

I looked away in disbelief.

"We can't go back to your apartment! Do you know some safe place?" he turned back as he halted the car.

"How would I know? I'm in an unknown city because of him." I was annoyed but then suddenly someone's name popped up into my mind.

"Jackson. Take me to Jacksons!"

For a second he just stared at me. I raised my brows in confusion.

I sat back and waited. Soon I saw us in a familiar Neighbourhood.

I got out immediately and sprinted to his house. It was unlocked, so I happily let myself in.

"Mr. Jackson?" I called. He didn't reply. I went to the kitchen and got myself a cut of water. I didn't even realize how thirsty I was until. I chugged every single drop of water. Even the water at his house tasted awfully tasty. I licked the last drop, which was dripping out of the glass. I washed the glass and put it back.

I slowly invaded his space as if it was mine. I touched the beautiful plates that were in the showcase, I opened drawers to check. I checked the bathroom to know what kind of soap he uses, I checked the pen and notes were lying here and there. The pen had a symbol of the Skywalker corporation. I frowned. It kind of felt familiar but I ignored it.

My eyes rested on the book that was lying on the sofa. I sat beside it and picked it up delicately. It was "Four" by Veronica Roth. I didn't know he was into this stuff. The book was therewith a little bookmark popped out. I pulled the book out and opened the bookmarked page.

There were some lines were underlined.

It read:

"I stopped allowing myself to dream because it was more painful to long for things and never get them than to deal with whatever was in front of me."

I read it twice in order to understand. I was not sure why would he underline something so sad.

Suddenly there was a knock. I got altered and put the book back. I made my way towards the door. The door was see-through due to the net fitted in the door and I saw a guy looking right at me.