The Space Speculation: Book 2 ~Painful Past~

Chapter 30: The Unveiling

It was everyone's first day back at work after eight days of lockdown. My hair was neatly combed and tied up in a twisted bun. My lab coat was new and clean. I had a new notebook brimming with fresh codes and papers. I tried my best to look normal, but it was hard ignoring watchful judging side glances in my direction. I figured everyone had heard of me missing.

 I was mortified when I felt Calvin's familiar rough hand press rather brutally on my back as he sharply maneuvered me into his office without a word. 

I instinctively sat down in his blue chair as he shut all windows, locked the door, and swiftly straightened a few papers on his overflowing desk. 

He sat in his towering leather chair, hands folded in front of him. He then smiled; a wide, eerie, wicked smile I swore I had seen before. He chuckled. He laughed. A disgusting familiar laugh. 

"Ah, darling. I know you inside and out. I know everything and more about you. I know you better than you know yourself."

 Tears of confusion filled my eyes as I swallowed hard. 

"Allow me to introduce myself." He stood up and puffed out his chest. 

"I am Calvin. Former King of Neptune. Thomas, as you call him, is-"

He took the deepest breath I had ever seen. 

"He is my grandson. Prince Charles son of the almighty King Chad. I'm sure you've met my beloved son before?"

 " Y-You? W-what? Is that was Violet and Chad sent to Earth? M-my husband? My n-nephew-in-law?" I stuttered. 

"Look at you! Finally piecing it together in stumbling sorrow! Pathetic! "

 I was still in utter shock and disbelief. 

"Why do you hate me so much?" I hardly choked out through cracking sobs of confusion. 

"Why do you hate me so much?" he said in a high pitch mocking tone. 

"Who wouldn't?" His already impossibly large grin curled up at one side ever so slightly. 

"I never liked Colin. Always his mother's favorite. She even made him a room for his future wife. He didn't deserve her love. It was confirmed at his birth he would be heir to the throne; he didn't require as much love as my poor wife thought he did. All he thirsted for was power." Calvin sighed. 

"Apparently the little wretch couldn't wait. My loving son Chad informed me of Colin's morbid plans of action. He was going to murder me and claim the crown before his coming time. That's when Chad confronted me with the ingenious plan of dubbing him king and escaping down to Earth, declaring my death. My wretched boy found love, with you. Oh how sweet! Two different aliens falling in love! Adorable!" 

Anger swirled through my head as I desperately tried to make sense of this whole ordeal.

He sighed and smoothed down his light grey hair. 

"A few years after landing and thriving on earth, I received news that I would soon get a son, well, grandson. In order to take revenge on my undeserving barbarian of a son--even if he was already dead--I needed to finish off his happiness by ruining yours."

His face contorted into a sickening sneer as he began to pace in long strides across the room. 

"I had planned everything out accordingly. You would marry my grandson, Charles, and have a family. I would give you your dream job. Give you access to your beastly deformed buffoon of a son. And then, slowly, painfully, I would take them away; a fate I'm told is worse than death. Unfortunately, you fell in love with what's-his-name right after foolishly leaving your own boy on Neptune with my murderous child. It was easy to dispose of Jace. One bullet to the head did the trick." 

He formed his long fingers into a gun sign and pretended to shoot his computer monitor. 

"Now, the suffering has only just begun. I have eyes and ears; alien in fact; everywhere. Don't you dare spill a word of this to anyone, especially Thomas or your sweet precious girl. Or else. I haven't hesitated in killing before; what makes you think I'll make an exception? After all, I encouraged my own son's death." 

He froze. Quiet silence colder than death settled over the room. He broke the silence with an earsplitting psychotic cackle which filled the room and shot chills zipping through my body and down my back. 

"Your life runs in my watch, darling."

This section was written by Amity.