My stalker, my loverboy (completed)

chapter 7

Okay, I know i haven't updated since a long time but I will try to update more and more.

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RECAP

Then I walked down to my room with 5 bottles of water that I had taken out of the fridge, while dreaming about the girl who can keep my sanity intact. As I walked towards it,(surprising, I hadn't lost my way in ths hell of a maze where every ass of a room looks so similar.) a horrific pain ripped my heart apart. I fell to the floor biting my lip not to make any noise. I can't get caught in my rich kidnapper's maze of a house by anyone so that they don't do anything to me or Mia. I quietly lay on the floor and tried my level best to forget the pain. But it didn't happen.

Oh god the pain only worsened.

No I can't. I can't leave my Mia in whichever hell alone. She is mine and I am hers. If I have to die then I should at least take her out of the hell hole she is in and leave her with her mom.

Then can I rest in peace.

Then suddenly the pain stopped. It was so sudden that I don't know how it came and went. I was stunned for a minute when I realised that I had to head back before I was caught. I rushed towards my room, only to find an angel standing so close to the door. She was trying to open my door.

And can you guess who that angel was?

Knowing the answer I ran towards her all my happiness, relief and lust of course, gushing in my heart. I placed my hand on her shoulder waiting to see that beautiful little face and when she turned I lost my breath. 

 

Travis POV

To say I was shocked would be considered as the understatement of the year. In front of me stood the angel who used to tuck me in my bed and sing a lullaby to me in her, melodious voice, till I fell asleep, the angel who always told me that somewhere out there lies our soul-mate whom we can love and live with, buy gifts and make her a complete spoilt brat, the angel who used to lay me in her lap and run her fingers through my hairs, when I came home with a grief-filled heart, the angel who used to spank my arse when she felt I was being a bad boy, the angel who left me all alone in this world to fend for myself along with the man who was my role-model, the angel whom I lost to a car accident.

The angel was my mother.............

She stood there with a smile on her beautiful, charming face. I ran towards her and hugged her tight not allowing her to vaporise in thin air and cried my heart out remembering the ominous day when I became an official orphan.

FLASHBACK

"Travis, are you ready my boy?" Dad asked me through my closed door.

"Yep. Be there in a minute, handsome old man." I yelled towards him.

"HEY! The 'handsome' part is okay, my boy, but 'old' is .............yuck." I could almost hear him gag at the word 'old'.

I made my way downstairs to meet my beautiful mom in a gorgeous saree. Yeah my mom's an indian and to be frank I love her spicy and hot cuisine more than the greesy food stuffs. (A/N : I mean no offence to people who love cheesy stuffs. It is just that my character loves Indian cuisine, that's it. To be frank I love cheese like hell too but I am taking no offence ;). Love ya.)