LUST

17. Sebastian Volkov

                                        M I A

The crowd of students chattering, and here I am sitting alone. Or maybe I felt alone. My whole group of friends were sitting right in front of me. And I was still stuck 3 years back. I still can't get over it. All these three years seemed like a century for me. My mind was blank. With only the scene of my mother's death repeating in my mind. Was it mind or my surroundings which were clouded out? It felt like I was sitting in a dark room with fog surrounding me and my mom was being murdered right in front of me. By my dad. And the worst part was I couldn't do a single shit about it.

A sudden shook made me break through my trance and it was Lucy.

" Babe, you okay? " she asked with concern filled  in her eyes

The others were looking at me too. I nodded and cracked a weak smile. All of them came and hugged me, knowing that I was still traumatised about my mother's death and I needed time to get over it. I hugged them back, and all of them gave a ensuring look that 'we are always there for you,no matter what'.

The police investigated and got to know somehow that my dad murdered my mom. When they enquired me, I did nothing but stare at them blankly and at last I cried. What else do they expect from a nine-year old kid who's mother was just killed and dad was arrested?

I never really believed that my dad murdered mom. His love, the one he loved and adored so much. But soon enough I accepted the fact that sometime miracles do happen. But there's still a tiny confusion in my mind which bugs me day and night.

I finally took a spoon of soup and swallowed it down somehow and then here goes our fifth period. And guess what? Mathss!!! Stomping my feet I went towards our class.

The sound of rain drops bought me back to present and a smile crept on my lips by the memory. What days they were! Nothing but playfulness and happiness. Even through all those struggles, they were with me no matter what.

I don't know why, but I had the sudden urge to investigate about my mother's death. It's been years and yet it still occupies a part of my brain. Taking my phone, I called my uncle. Sebastian Volkov. He was the one who took care of me. We weren't blood related because he was my mother's friend, but he was nothing less than my own uncle. Sometimes people who aren't blood related are far better than the ones who are.

After seconds, he picked up and the first thing I heard was a moan. Was he with someone? He doesn't seem like a person who would sleep with anyone, that also in this age. I scoffed and he said hi.

" Hi, uncle. How are you? "

" Never better honey. It's rare for you to be reminded of your uncle. I know who would like a old man like me, but you should call me a little often" he chuckled and I smiled at his childish words

" Who said you are old? No one can be so handsome the way you are in this age"

He talked for a little long when he asked me why I called him. I hesitated at first but then spit it out anyway. I could feel his face stiffen. I closed my eyes and after a long sigh, I continued about the current memories or the nightmares I am facing every night. He nodded from the other side.

" Well how about we meet up Mia? It will be better if we talk in person "

I hummed and cut the call. But something didn't feel right. I shrugged off that thought and proceeded in working. I think I may call my friends later.

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Alright a short chapter again but I needed to update so yeaa here you go!!! Please bear with me for a lil long babiess cause my summer vacation will be soon there and I can write more.

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