The Guy Through My Window

CHAPTER 39

LUKE's POV;

The bright yellow sun diminishing into a light orange as it rests on the sea blue sky. The clouds absent on this odd day. The noon breeze crashing on my cheeks, the air washing my tear-stained face. 

An intoxicating smell of steak fills the air my nose draws to that smell. A family celebrating in the backyard loud music played in the background as they sway to its beat. 

Everything around me is so happy. Nature, the animals, the people, it was just me soaked in grief.

Stop thinking like that Luke, be positive, look on the bright side.

I steered the wheel towards the left glancing at the phone screen. Probably I'm the first child to ask google maps for directions to my parents' house. 

I gape when I reach my destination, I definitely need paramedics to fix my hanging jaw. The groovy gate painted in a perfect combination of black and gold guarded the Marshall residence. It was not just a residence it was a mansion. 

Someone clicked in the intercom beside me drawing me from my thoughts and fixing my jaw. 

"May I know who this is?" A male voice spoke behind the intercom. 

The voice ringing a bell to my ears. 

"Mr. Dawson."The name brought back memories. 

"It's me, Luke," I answer, seeing no response from the other side. 

The red light blinks green as the large gates open like an Asian elephant's ears. 

I slide my wheels into the residence, Mr. Dawson still seated inside the glass booth, grinned at me widely, lifting his hat as a gesture of welcome. 

A beautiful garden covered the green yard, housing various species of plants I didn't catch. White lilies, red roses, and lavender were what I could name, arranged in clusters of magnificent shapes. A stroll through the garden would make me learn about the plant kingdom. The gardener eyed me like a scanner, probably he never noticed anyone clad with a simple shirt and blue jeans in here.

I slipped into the majestic building, entering a low-light hallway of a yellow glow. I walked in the ease with no being insight. 

My eyes bulge, my breath caught and my jaw pendulous when I reach the end of the hallway. A large flower-shaped chandelier hung at the center of the ceiling attracting me like a moth to the fire.

"Lu........Mr. Marshall." The sound of a familiar voice echoes through this void mansion. 

Thomson approached me with quick steps his face masked concern.

"What are............" He couldn't finish his words as I pulled him in an embrace. He stayed stiff as always being loyal as a butler. 

"Where's mom and dad?"

"Second-floor left corner, sir."

"Thanks, Thomson, "I reply, making a mental note to spend some time with him. 

I run upstairs my mind only focusing on seeing my parents. Preparing to surprise them, to see their priceless expression. Even it's forbidden for me to be here, I will do anything possible just to get them back to me.

If they forgave me and accepted their mistakes, Why have they not planned to get me back home to them? Make it legal for me to walk in and out of my parents' house without any serious trouble?

I reach the white-painted door, calming my pounding heart raised by jogging up two floors. I twisted the knob peeping into my parents' master bedroom. I scan around the place and my eyes latch onto my Dad seated on a piece of comfortable furniture holding a wine glass lazily. He never seems disturbed by my presence as I uncomfortably sat on the queen-sized bed.