One Mystery One Life

Chapter # 41

Alex P.O.V.

I looked at Annie who was now sleeping on a bed peacefully, which was kept in one of the rooms of the tunnel for some reason which was quite understood to me. I ran my hand through her soft gold hair. Her bangs fell on her face and I carefully removed them using my finger. As I pulled them away from her eyes they revealed a scar on her eye. I looked at the redness of it and realized that it is deep, very deep. I toughed it lightly, shivering as my hand came in contact with her naked skin though it was her eye.

I smiled and then frowned immediately as a question formed in my mind, what had caused this scar present on her eye? I felt a little guilty for letting her remain in the tunnel alone like that. I knew I that the tunnel was a dangerous place to be in, yet I let her remain in there like that, just for what! My stupid secrets and my stupid past let me haunt myself even now. I somehow find it stupid. I can't forgive myself for letting this happen.

Emotions curled up into my heart and I cried for my mom who had given her life for justice. She left me, she went. She went so soon. She went so soon from my life. I never had the chance to take care of her like she took care for me. Tears filled my eyes.

I remembered and smiled at how I used to wish that she was old so that I could take care of her and not forgetting of how I dreamt of killing dad and marrying her to take her for myself.

Flashback....

"She's asleep." She said getting off of my bed and kissing my head. No! She's leaving already, plus she didn't even complete telling me the story just because she thought I was asleep. How mean! I opened my eyes to see her back towards the door and I smiled. Mission accomplished, she thinks 'am asleep, I held my laugh.

"I didn't even get a chance to take care of her." She exclaimed and left the room making the white light vanish and only making orange one shine on me. I wonder why lights shine even though they don't have sprinkles (glitter) in them. Any ways, I put my hand on my knee like my teacher as I sat up. I always thought Miss. Deeah as a very cool teacher, while my mom is hot, extremely hot. I liked her lips very much they are big like Miss. Deeah's deaah at the end of the words.

I got off the bed like Miss. Deaah does, she gets off the chair and pulls her shirts close and tugs it down and then she sets her stomach in a position. I guess her stomach is like a jelly, it goes in. I thought and set my clothes like she does.

I like to copy her a lot though she's cool and my role model. I don't know why people call that to the persons whom they look up to. Isn't a role model like a cream roll and a model out of clay? I don't know where they come together but still, role model.

I love mommy but this is unacceptable that she makes me sleeps and stays up with daddy. I wonder if she plays with him and enjoys a lot. But, either way this is totally unfair and totally unjust. I marched like a soldier to the door and reached to the door, realizing that I can't reach the knob broke my heart but I as a brave warrior of truth will conquer this situation, with all my might and height.

I pulled a small stool from the side to the door and like a brave warrior turned the knob and it opened as I put the strength of a wrestler to pull it.

I tiptoed down the stairs and saw that mom and dad were in the kitchen. See I knew I was right, they tell me to sleep but, they are awake themselves. That's pure cheating, by the way how can cheating be pure. Hmm! Complicated.

Mom was washing the dishes and dad was just bothering her. He stood behind her and hugged her. That's not fair, it's night and the war starts in morning. He's so mean, he's taking mom.