KNIGHT

CHAPTER 1 THE MAN

I woke up to the sound of shuffling nearby. I felt stiff and disoriented as I turned to see the closet door partially open and my brother messing around with his stuff as we had to share our closet space.

"I hope he doesn't touches my stuff" I thought to myself.

But I could care less as I owned a few t-shirts and jeans which were so out of date and no use to my brother so I pretended that I was still asleep. but my mind was in a whirl as I tried to comprehend what had happened a night prior.

Where I was woken up to the sound of shouting and with a full bladder. I felt irritated that I was woken up from a peaceful sleep.

"Damn!" I whispered.

The floor was cold to my warm feet, as I got out of my comfortable bed as I tried to find some slippers under my bed but didn't see any. I needed to relieve my self and started towards the bedroom door moving stealthily on my tiptoes as to not make any noise even though my brother slept, like a log. I swear if there was a robbery in our house he would sleep through it peacefully.

"That's rubbish," Growled someone.

I didn't recognise the voice, and why was it so angry.

"Please lower your voice, the kids are fast asleep," said my mother.

"let your kids also know what kind of a parent they have," said the voice.

By now I was very curious to know who did this voice belong to and so I crept towards the living room, trying to be inconspicuous. I tried to peer from a corner of the living room which was connected to a small passage which lead to the kitchen.

"You have taken my money and you have to pay it back," said the man who was sitting with a women to his right. the man looked older than the women with white and grey hair mixed with a hint of black. he was sitting straight in his chair with his shoulders back and had an aura that demanded respect. his eyes were angry and face stern. he looked like he was on the verge of busting out as his face was turning red with anger. he looked like he was in his mid 50's. the women sitting besides the man looked a lot younger. with her hair tucked backwards and was nervously trying to avoid my mother's eye.

"I don't have any money to give, I am barely surviving with my two kids," said my mother.

"I don't really care how or from where you get the money, I just want my money," said the man.

"From where can i get the money on such short notice. after my husband's death I am trying my best to survive with the little money I get. if I give that also to you what will we survive on. please give me some time. I promise I would pay the money back," said my mother.

"I give you a week's time to pay me back. if you are not able to pay me there would be consequences," said the man moving towards the entrance door.

while walking he suddenly stopped and looked right at me. my heart stopped as I could not take my eyes off the man's eyes. his eyes were so demanding that you had to give him your full attention.

my heart was thumping in my chest so hard that I'm sure the man standing in my living room could hear it he gave me a sinister smile before he left followed by the nervous women who ducked her face down to avoid my mother's eye.

my mother stood there looking at nothing. she could have been mistaken for a statue as she didn't move for a good few minutes, thinking.

she had aged a lot and looked twice her age after my father was murdered by some goons who were first timers, looking to rob some money and to flee but got nervous when my father refused to give anything so they stabbed him and took my father's wallet and watch and ran away. my mother changed that day.

we didn't only lose our father but also our mother that day.

we were never rich but we had enough to live happily. but after my father's death my mother turned from a loving mother to a drunkard mother.

I'm surprised she is even sober enough to even to talk that man.

"Who was that man" I thought to myself.

she is usually passed out in her room the entire day and when she wakes up she starts drinking again.

And when she is sober that is at very rare occasions, she removes her frustration on me. she once told me how much she hated looking at me as I resembled so much like my father.

my father was an handsome guy not to boast but he was quite tall almost 6'2 and would regularly work out so he was fit. he had chestnut brown hair and green eyes with a chiseled face.

my mother would get very angry on women who tried to flirt with my dad but my dad would always say "Lisa I have eyes only for you," and my mom would be back to normal again. and the same was for my dad too. he also was very possessive of my mother. they both adored each other. he was an amazing father, always caring and very protective of my mother, me and my brother. my father was James knight.

I came back to the current situation.

who was that man?

why my mother took money from that guy?

and what consequences have we to face if we don't give him his money back?

all these questions were whirling in my mind.

"In what situation have you us in mother" I thought. I wanted to scream this out to her, but it would be useless.

As I saw my mother coming in my direction and moved quickly and to hide under the platform in the kitchen. as I didn't want my mother to know that I saw everything. she went to the cabinets and removed a bottle of alcohol that I didn't recognise and left for her room.

I didn't want to bump into her so once she left, I quickly moved to the bathroom and relieved my self and went back to bed. but I could not sleep as I was thinking of the weird behaviour of my mother and the mysterious people in my house, so late at night. my head was aching thinking about the man and his sinister smile.

I fell asleep as the sun was raising.

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wow!!!!!!! i can't believe i just wrote all that. 

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