Mistry Behind Chalcones

CHAPTER 5

Life had to move on. But to Abigail all was not over. "Happy birthday!" Every one in her class shouted as she entered the lecture hall. She wasn't surprised and gave them a cold smile trying to show them that she was happy they cared for her. But deep down in her heart she knew that happiness was something she would never have the pleasure of feeling.

"My eighteenth birthday and still my father's killers are at large and his body nowhere to be found," She thought to herself while staring blindly at all the rest of the students who were now calling her to blow the candles and make a wish.

She would have wished her dad back to life, but she had lost hope in wishing after her thirteenth birthday. A birthday which she had celebrated a year after arriving at Amos' home, a man who had accepted her in and had been her foster father since then. She was too old for wishes now. She just blew the candles and sunk into her anatomy books.

"Wait for me," a squeaky voice from the back of the class called her. It was Shalyn, her all time competitor in class. Shalyn was a smart girl who would score almost all the points in their CATs and other evaluation tests seconding her. Abigail looked at her and smiled "hurry up you rascal," she said as she started moving.

Being the smartest brain in her class made her a mentor and an icon to many. What they did not know was that behind that smart brain was a weeping, hurt, broken and confused girl who craved for a fathers love. Although Amos gave her homage and love, it was not enough. She wanted her real father's love. She craved for love.

A hug goodbye by Shalyn drew her back to her little world of self hatred and self blame for her fathers death. She was then drawn back to reality by Jay at his twenties who welcomed her in with a warm hug.

Amos was sited at his favourite seat at the corner of their living room with two men on the sofa. The men wore black suits and stared at her oddly. One of them looked familiar, she saw her somewhere. Her photographic memory swung her sixteen years back. He once visited them at home. The man was Kaddy, his fathers personal lawyer.

"These men are lawyers, this is Mr. Kaddy Marshal and Mr. David Liam," he had just read her mind and answered her. She went close and as politeness entailed greeted them.

"I have good news for you he said, your father left a will and some recordings," Amos said looking at her with a fatherly glance.

"A what!," she exclaimed and passed out...