Cold Flames

Chapter 39 : Pandora

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Rain pattered against the window as the storm rolled through, showing no mercy. I hated rainy days. They always felt so somber to me. They gave me a brooding feeling that something bad was going to happen. Or something already did.  My eyes stared blankly at the window in front of me, my mind running wild, thinking back to last week at the carnival with Ivan. How he mentioned his mother being separated from him was better for his training or some shit like that. I couldn't believe it. Did they do that to Vice? That lack of closeness can do things to a person... like filling a void they'd never be able to satisfy. I don't know, maybe I'm making excuses for Vice's behavior... I just, Goddess my heart breaks for the kids of that family. The life they'll never know of just because they were unfortunately born into the wrong place. No one deserves that...

But Ivan... he's come so far and somehow still maintains his innocence? I remember the first time I saw him, and how dangerously vicious he became. He was like an entirely different person. The savagery in his eyes unmistakable, it was evident that any civil emotion he would usually muster was long gone in his eyes. That was the Ivan they were setting against us. I had to keep reminding myself that... that poor trapped boy. A little boy in a grown man's body. They limited his potential of growth for what? Power? Greed? Spite? Yeah Vice told me how he was the bastard son... how could that man set that child up in such a way? The cruelty of Vice's family baffles even me. Walking aimlessly though the corridor, Vice's booming voice broke my thoughts as I looked in the lounge room he resided. He's been on the phone a whole lot as of late, never indicating to whom he was speaking to.

"She deserves to know the truth, Adora!" He whispered into the phone. At the sound of that name, my feet moved on their own accord, snatching the phone from Vice. He turned stunned of my presence, probably not meaning to have the conversation around me. He always excused himself during these calls. "Hello, mom? Momma is that you?" I rushed out confused of what was taking place in front of me. Why was Vice talking to MY mother? Why the hell had she not asked to talk to me when talking to Vice? I heard my mother's gentle breath on the line, "My dearest Firen." She breathed relieved to hear my voice. I glared at Vice, wondering what he could possibly be talking to my mother about. "What the hell are you doing talking to her without me?!" I screamed outraged by all the possibilities that could have been the culprit. My mother was a bit of a free spirit at times, unknowing of her seductive ways.

"Alright look, Firen, I need you to calm down first so I can explain," he began with his hands up in surrender, which only made me more angry than I originally was. "Calm down? Calm down?" I repeated incredulously. My hands were furiously shaking at my sides, my mother probably still on the line, but I couldn't hear anything she was saying.

Don't be calm.

For once, Kelekona's suggestion didn't seem like a bad idea, because I was LIVID. "We've BOTH been cut off from the outside world, and you expect me to be rational knowing you've been talking to my mother?! She's MINE!" I roared the last word unintentionally ferocious, slamming my feet on the ground. I don't know why, but lately Kelekona has become more and more entwined with my personality traits. They were still my words and thoughts being said, but every disagreement I had, she encouraged to go further. Offering her little flair on my speeches when she felt necessary. Vice stared at me, scrutinizing me in a way that showed curiosity, confusion, and understanding all in one. "Look... Firen. Just talk to her. Right now. She's planning on visiting us... she really wants to talk to you about something..." Vice spoke very slowly as I felt the anger simmer down a couple notches.

We stared each other down, Vice holding his hands up in surrender still. I flared my nostrils before bringing the phone up to my ear. I turned around in a huff, listening for my mother's voice. She was eerily quiet, for a moment I thought she had hung up, until I heard her softly sigh. "Firen..." she began, sounding very tired over the phone. I started to worry if my absence had started to way down on her. Then my mind wondered what it was doing to my father... "Yes mother?" I asked trying to sound light, ready to head any wish she had of me. Goddess I missed that woman so much. That memory of the carnival really brought back good times with my mom filled with joyous laughter and smiles. I began to tear up at the thought. "I'll be seeing you today, so please make sure you're not busy." Her conclusive tone signaled she had just made her mind up recently. I replied a simple agreement, and stayed on the phone, happy to hear this woman's voice. She's so close... but so far. I've craved her presence more than anyone else. I miss my family so very much.