The Guy Through My Window

CHAPTER 24

LUKE's POV;

I close the laptop gently, the light shrinking my eyes smaller. I glance at Judi who tiredly rubs her eyes as she struggles to sit straight simultaneously she struggles to lift her eyelids. The movie wasn't boring but the day went quite hard. She opened her mouth to say something but swallows up the words.

"Tell me." I oblige.

She looks at me for a while as if she couldn't register what I just said.

"Where are your parents?" She whispers.

"You're asking about my parents? After watching this melodramatic family drama." I answer followed by a sarcastic laugh. 

She does not co-relate but just gazes at me with a soft look. 

"Was it that bad?"Her question lingers in my mind. It was bad, very bad. I don't want to think about them, all that pain, agony, nightmares, NO! I can't face that anymore.

Judith's desperate eyes begged for an answer. Should I tell her? What if she freaks out? A million questions ran through my brain in a flash.

So I decided to ask GOD.

'LORD, is it the right time to share it with Judi? Is she the right person to hear my past?

I didn't receive an answer but something just didn't feel right, so I turned to her side and replied," I will tell you everything Judi, but not today......I promise."

She offers a weak smile and covers the quilt over herself.

I tiptoe out of her room, switching the lights off hopping out of the window.

I drag myself to my place my body somehow too heavy. I reach my house digging my pockets for my keys. I push it into the keyhole to find it unlocked. My senses awaken, I always make sure I lock my house unless...............

I swing the door open wide, my eyes scanning the entire place and suddenly the lamp on the table burned, revealing the person seated on the chair. The black formal pants, neatly polished shoes, jet black clothing, and his long arms resting on the armchair were enough to make me recognize who it was.

"Thomson!" I sounded like a child. I close the gap between us with a hug that I needed for a very long time.

"Mr. Marshall." He utters over my head.

I withdraw quickly annoyed by the name he called out, Don't call me that?"

"Sir, how have you been?"He asks politely turning the topic. 

"I'm fine," I answer dryly.

"Congratulation Sir." For a while, I did not understand but when he eye pointed me at the trophy that was on the table, I nod thanking him.

He pulls out a bag from the chair he occupied earlier and hands it out to me.

"Sir, Mrs. Marshall sends her best." I sigh, staring at the paper bags for a while. Accepting it for no reason.

I wanted to ask him about them, how they were, about everything. But my guilt overcomes me, they will never forgive me. And Thomson is just a butler obeying orders. 

He leaves without another word camouflaging with the darkness of the night. I open the bag involuntarily and stare at the basic supplies I receive often. A note flickers through the breeze from the window and I pick it up to see my mom's royal handwriting inked on a white sheet. I read it more like memorize it and I let the sheet slip out of my finger as a tear escapes from my eyes.

Every time her words reach me, my agony controls me. I make this whole house a mess even drown myself in liquids but this time I do the unexpected I fall to my knees and pray. 

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"OUR HEARTS OUR RESTLESS UNTIL THEY REST IN GOD."

                                                                  AUTHOR's NOTE;

I have 500 reads in just 24 chapters?!!!!!!! Woohooo!! I'm doing my happy dance now!

Nothing is impossible in the name of JESUS! 

Thank you guys it really means a lot.

{JF Abraham}