𝑺𝑵𝑰𝑷𝑬𝑫 𝑩𝒀 𝑯𝑰𝑴 | 18+ | ✔️

🧚‍♀️ |Scare |

Chapter 27

"Once I graduate, we'll go to Goa. We'll go to Manali, Nainital, Kashmir, wherever you want." I tell Mom.

"Maybe." She sighs, staring at nowhere in particular.

I swing my legs. We're sitting on a rock, it's green everywhere. Leaves and grass growing, sunlight filtering amd falling on the ground in patches.

It's like our old home, when mom amd I lived with her parents.

It might be a bad memory for me, but mom had lived their her whole life and it is a good memory to her.

My cousins, Vini and Ricky were bad to me. But to mom, they loved her. They had known her since before I was born and had good memories with them.

"Do your regret leaving your home for me?" I ask her, and she looks at me with those big brown eyes.

"No, never. I love you Nikita. Ever since I found out you were in my stomach, I was ready to do anything for you. Anything." She says. Her voice strained, her eyes pleading for me to believe her.

"Nikita, step away."
I turn around at Sidhant's voice and find him standing behind us, at a distance of 3 meters from us. His hands in his pockets, his hair messed up, and he veins in his neck strained.

"Sidhant?" I ask, confused. He isn't supposed to be here, is he?

"Nikita step away for a second." He says, I look at my mom who looks like she's seeing a ghost.

"Mom? Sid? What's wrong?" I say, biting my lip.

"Nikita step away." Mom says too, in a soft haunted voice.

I slowly move a little away from mom so that Sid and Mom have a direct view of each other.

Sidhant shakes his head and looks at mom and asks, "Did you kill him?"

Kill who?

Mom continues staring.

"Did you?" Sidhsnt repeats and then mom gives a shaky nod.

What the fuck? Who did mom kill? Why the fuck-

"That's... that's..." Sidhant looks like he can't speak, out of amusement or sadness or shock, I don't know.

In a flash of a second, Sid takes out his gun, pointing it at mom, straight at her.

"Sidhant!?" I shout. My heart pumps in my chest. I don't move. I can't.

Shoot!

He bang of the gun going off, along with my scream, blinds my senses for a second.

No. No.

But mom is okay.

The bullet missed her by an inch. An inch.

A fucking inch to the right and she'd be dead. And I would've no family left.

Before Sid can decide to shoot again, I run to mom, and she's just standing there like nothing is wrong.

Sidhant leaves. Like nothing happened.

"M-Ma?" I question.

Ma shakes her head and moves away from me, her eyes brimming with tears.

"What was all of this?" I ask, my own tears blocking my view.

Mom continues to walk away from me.

"Ma! What the fuck just happened?"

"I killed his father, okay? I killed the guy who took care of him his whole life, I put a bullet through his adoptive father's chest-"

"What the fuck? Mom, you couldn't, y-you're... you're so sweet.. no you couldn't kill anyone-"

"I did, Nikita. I did."

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Ma packed her bags to leave immediately, but I made her stay and pestered her with questions of all sorts.

"Mom why would you kill someone?"

"Mom, it can't be true."

"Ma, maybe it's a mistake, you couldn't have."

But she insisted she killed the guy who took care of Sidhant.

My mom.

"Why?" I ask, for the i don't knowth time.

"Stop the questions, Nikita. I'm leaving."

"You have to tell me why you killed his father, Ma. Yo-"

"I don't owe you or anyone an explanation."

"So, you're just gonna leave with me thinking you're a murderer?"

"Yes."

"Ma. Please. I need to know."

She sighs and sits down on the bed, with an exhilarating huff.

"Keshav, or the guy I killed, is Sidhant's adoptive father and your biological father."

A rock falls from my brain to my chest to my stomach.

My father?

It takes me a second to process that thankfully I and Sidhant are not actual siblings.

But.. my mother killed my father who is also the person Sidhant loves.

What the fuck is going on?

"Ma.." I start, but she stops me.

"Keshav, might have been good to Sidhant, he might have taken care of that child like he was his own. He was a good father figure to him, but only because he loved Sidhant's mother." Mom continues.

"Sidhant only knows his adoptive father as a good father figure. But, he wasn't good. Nikita. He was bad." Her breath hitches, "He raped me. I used to work in his house as a housekeeper. He impregnated me with you."

My jaw hangs open.

I'm the product of Mom's assault. I'm living reminder of her trauma.

"When he found I was pregnant, he wanted to kill you. He wanted me to abort you." She says, slowly, "But I wouldn't let him do that. He tried to coax me into it, and when that didn't work, he tried to make me eat pills that would kill you." She says.

"I didn't want to let you die, so I picked up a gun from his desk, and shot him in the chest." She says.

I clech and unclench my fist, still trying to process.

"I killed him so you could live, Nikita."

Sidhant has always wanted to kill whoever killed his adoptive father, and I understand why he shot at my mother.

But the fact remains, he tried to kill the person I can't imagine life without.

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