Ardian Lasota is a 16 year old boy that was dealt a loosing hand by the devil. He is a boy that survives but does not live. Silence drowns him in the chaos. Love was a foreign concept until now. With his family finding him after 14 years , together...
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"GET THE FUCKING JOB DONE OR I WILL HAVE HEAD YOU FUCKING MORON!" I screamed into my phone before hanging up and slamming it on my desk. Idiots don't know how to do their fucking jobs properly. Sighing, I down the glass of whiskey that was on my desk as I looked out the floor length window of my office. I have this entire empire, more money than I know what to do with, a loving family, but a part of yearns for what was. For what could have been. My heart yearns for the part of me that was taken by the very person I thought I shared my soul with. The sound of my phone ringing pulled me out of my depression train. I looked at the number and saw an unknown number from America. This person better not be fucking with me or I would blow their head off. I angrily answered the phone but nothing could prepare me for what I was about to hear.
"Hello is this Mr. Lasota?" a trembling feminine voice spoke.
"Yes. What do you want?" I enquired. My tone was chipped but I could not care less as I was already tired of this conversation.
" Um ... your son... Ardian Lasota recently lost his legal guardians so I would like to know if you want to take custody of him?" Her voice was just above a whisper. Fear evident in every word she spoke but I could not care less as everything stopped at the mention of him. La mia piccola farfalla. They found him. My youngest son. They found you.
" Um... Mr. Lasota? Are you still there?" the meek voice enquired at my long silence.
" Yes. I will take immediate custody." I rapidly said my smile growing with each word spoken.
"Great. I will email you the relevant documents and will call you back to discuss how he will arrive." she replied a little more chipper at the news.
I hung up before she could finish. My mind was all over the place as my emotions refused to settle on just one. My smile never left as I thought about la mia piccola farfalla. He was finally coming home. Before I even realized, tears were flowing down my checks but I did nothing to stop them. I was over the moon right now. I could finally be whole again. I can't wait to see him again.
A few hours later ...
Oh shit I nervous. I mean can you blame me. I finally get to see my son after 15 years. My thoughts raced with possibilities. Was he tall like the others? What does he like to do? What is his favorite food? Oh fuck! What if he does not like me? I don't think I would be able do handle that. I would rather get stabbed a hundred times than have him hate me. I was lost in my worries until I felt a presence behind me. I turned to see who it was and stopped dead in my tracks. It is him. He is really infront of me. La mia piccola farfalla had his head down hiding his face but I instinctively knew that this was my son. Ardian. He was so small that I practically towered over his frame. I was about to cry and hug him but I refrained as from what his social worker explained to me, he had an aversion to touch as well as he appeared to be mute. Even so, I already love him with all my heart and more. Before I could stand there like an awkward statue for any longer, I decided to lead him to the car. I internally cursed at myself at the harsh and cold tone I used when speaking to him. I so tried to keep my emotions in check infront of him as to not cry that I ended up sounding like a total dick. I would definitely have to apologize for that later. The last thing I want is for him to be afraid of me. And by the looks of how he has yet to look up at me, he might already be. Before I joined my youngest, I talked to Mrs. Wilis so that I could receive the rest of my son's luggage as I realized he only carried a backpack. To my absolute shock, she said that that was all he came with. Well that was definitely going to change. By this time tomorrow I will make sure he has more things than he could dream of. Now I am sitting in the car, look at my beautiful son, making sure this was not a dream. I think of all the things we can do together to make up for lost time as I drove to our home. I can't wait to spend more time with you la mia piccola farfalla and make up for all the time I lost.
How will Ardian like his new home? Will there be any surprises awaiting him?
