~Even more Complicated~

**~Mad man~

"Aurora." He whispered and I could hear he almost choked on his own voice. It held one of vulnerability.

"Zachariah," she called with authority, and I've never heard her sound so distant. "What is this?" Her eyes didn't leave the man standing across from her. She tried to mask it but I could tell there were so many emotions running through her.

"Mum, how did you—"

"That does not answer my question," she said, eyes still unwavering. "What is your dead father doing, standing there?!"

"Aurora, I..." He took a step but she immediately put a hand up also taking another step back like she wasn't far enough.

"Not another step," she said.

From the face of zach's father, his gaze of longing turned to one of hurt, beyond hurt.

"Since when where you in the know of your father being alive?" She asked but before he could answer she added. "...And you didn't think to tell me? You don't think I deserve to know?"

"I didn't think you could handle it, mother." Zach explained, softly.

"Handle it?" Aurora scoffed. "I..." she started to yell. "...have endured intense life-threatening situations, Zach! I am in the Mafia, and I am your mother, I handled you!" She yelled, walking towards Zach. "I handled the pain of losing the one person I called my husband, your father, standing right there, and you thought i couldn't handle it." She sniffed. "I can endure just news, Zach. Information I didn't have to hear from my staff gossiping about it!"

Her voice had started to shake and tears were already threatening to fall from her eyes. She quickly turned and walked away to the hall.

We all start to follow behind her but then Zach stops us both. "I'll talk to her."

Zach's father quickly interrupted, "But, I can..."

"It's dark outside. I don't think you should be near her right now." Zach did a quick jog till he was out of sight.

Avoiding Mr VanShov's gaze, I walk to the couch and take a sit where I can still keep my eyes on him. He didn't even spare me a glance and just walked up the stairs with his head hung low between his shoulders and his hands together behind him. His aura didn't wash away at all.

Kirill's POV.

I closed the door behind me and locked it the way Zach had taught me to and walked to the King sized bed quite the contrary from what I'm used to.

A small sized double bunker that hardly was my height and I had to fold my legs every night or sleep on the floor when I wasn't feeling like it. The floor was such a luxury until it wasn't.

Old age did you dirty, Kirill. I chuckled imagining Aurora's voice in my head.

Kirill...

Kirill...

Kirill...

I replayed her voice over and over again.

Hearing her say my name again after all this years. The name even I was starting to forget was mine. The name I didn't think anyone would call me by again. It felt like nothing I've ever felt before in a long time.

The first time I was thrown in the cell. her voice still lingered like echoes of a voice in an empty room. Her image was stuck in my head, her facial features all sharp in my mind. I imagined conversations with her to get by and often laughed at her 'humor'. I was out of it and exceptionally delusional.

I was called the 'Mad man' and it stuck so much so I believed it myself but accepted it.

I was alone. I didn't need anyone but my wife and she was always next to me helping me with ways I could escape this hell hole.