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Sebastian stumbled in the front door, the cool breeze from outside still clinging to his loose shirt. It was the middle of the night, and the whole estate was quiet. The dim lighting told him everyone should have been sleeping.
He hadn't planned on coming home that night, as he originally was going to crash at Louis', after the party. So, he had texted his father earlier, saying he wouldn't be back until tomorrow.
However it seemed his friend, Louis had different plans as he mentioned he had a girl coming over. Sebastian decided not to hang around and took a taxi home.
The silence felt comforting after the loud, overstimulating environment he had just left. It allowed his mind to quiet, although the ringing in his ears refused to fade. As he slipped off his shoes, his gaze fell to an unfamiliar pair of heels.
His brows furrowed. Had his mother returned from her trip early? He wondered. The shoes didn't seem like anything his mother would wear– these were sleek and tall. He brushed the thought away as he quietly headed up the stairs to his room.
Sebastian's vision was still blurred as he walked through the tall hallways, but he noticed the light coming from his father's study. Was his father still up? He thought to himself as he turned to peek inside the room. Something seemed off.
As he neared the door, he could hear the faint sound of his father's deep voice and a soft, feminine one. The voice was blending in with the soft background music, but it seemed strangely familiar. Sebastian rounded the corner slowly, his stomach tightening as he peeked through the slightly ajar door. His curiosity getting the best of him.
And there was his father, sitting with a young woman on his lap. Sebastian froze in his tracks, shocked by the realization of what was going on. He couldn't identify the girl at first, but it certainly wasn't his mother. As the brunette slightly moved her head, revealing her profile, he felt a sickening jolt to his stomach. No... It couldn't be right. There was absolutely no way this was happening.
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