The Anonymous

Chapter 26: Ashton Belmont

Mr. Belmont my name is Stacy Ann," I will be your flight attendant for today, let me know if you need anything."

I didn't feel like responding to the tall blonde woman. I simply nodded my head and proceed to took a seat. Soon after the plane ascended, until the millions of lights that once decorated New York City was no more. I stared off into the clouds slowly drifting back into the past."

In order to understand Adam Eastwood, and how someone like me got mixed up with someone like him. Then, I have to take you back to the beginning. The truth is, I am everything that I told Aeon. I was born into a well-known wealthy family. My father Stephone Belmont is of Italian descent. My mother Diana Crown of Bristish noble background; one of which she has never claimed. Daina came from humble beginnings. She met my father and fell in love. I never asked my father why or how he fell for my mother, but, I can put-two-two together. She was a realist, a beautiful charismatic woman in love with life. Daina was not only beautiful, but she was also brilliant. As an interior designer, her talents took her all over the world. People were amazed at how well she could transform a home. Diana's passions shined through into her personality and my father fell in love with her. I did not need him to explain this to me even after my mother past away. I spent years observing him watching the way he conversed with friends, family, and business partners; he viewed Diana as an extraordinary person.

Father came from a strict upbringing with little room for mistakes. Everything to the Belmont family because of image and appearance. We had the money, "everything we do is of high quality." My grandfather once said that to me at the dinner table on thanksgiving. Being well-manner, well diverse in any subject or language was expected of a Belmont. Always looking polished and perfect was another expectation. My father strict upbringing showed in his personality. He rarely smiles or talked about his feeling. He's confident and dominates personality that never seems to waver. Perhaps, that's why he fell for my mother because opposite attracted. She was a breath of fresh air for him.

"Ashton, my son, I'm sorry."

"Dad, I don't understand what happened to mom." "She never left, she's still here." "She said she was going to water the plants on the balcony." "Did you check the bedroom?"

I reached to hug my father's legs and he pushed me away. "I'm sorry son." "I have to talk to the police now." " Your mother is no more."

"But I'm telling you to check the balcony," I remembered being furious with yelled after him.

"No, Ashton she's was gone. She fell."

"How?" my voice was crippled with defeat. I could feel the tears overflowing in my eyes. My strength to stand faded, as my body collapsed on the floor. I stared down at the pure white marble floor. "But why?" I'm not mad at her anymore." " I should have helped her water the flowers."

"Ashton please get up its not your fault." "Leana will look after you and Erica." " I have to go to the police station." My father instructed with his hand in his pocket. With a distorted vision, I blinked twice trying to clear away the tears gathering in my eyes. I looked up at my father. He was always polished and always clean. Even in the wake of the most stressful, and horrific situations my father always projected this confident demeanor. The only evidence that reveals a hint of weakness was his eyes. The way he looked that night. The sadness in his eyes, a look of unquestionable disbelief. A looked that still lingers in the back of my mind to this day, and a look that never saw again.

I looked over at Erica, my older sister. She was holding are maid, Leana's (maid) hand, and staring at me. She looked equally as me sad, confused, and shaken up as well.