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Chapter 9 - The diary

       

{We have often taken the bull by the horns but there are somethings that kill us from inside. The memories can never be forgotten,  we learn to live with it. The irony is we become happy when a sad memory finally starts to fade away and become a bit sad when we remember a happy memory because deep in our heart we are sure that the time is not going to come back}

       I closed my dad's room behind me. I felt as if I was mentally unstable. So many things happening today. Maybe I should call this day as "VOLCANIC ERUPTION FRIDAY" because basically it was Friday and if something more annoying happens today my blood in my veins are surely gonna burst leading to a blood eruption. Today there was no difference between my blood and lava.  Both hot,  both boiling and both hungry to erupt. 

          We trio sat on the sofa. There was tension in the atmosphere. It was as if we have killed some politicians and we are planning a getaway.

         "If I was in your place..." Shawn sighed,  "I would have been thinking about some food" , I giggled , ducked and mimed him a punch.  This was a tension releaser.

         "Guys", I called and drew a breath that made my teeth ache, " maybe we should just call my father,  confront him and ask him whats wrong"

        Both of them glared at me for a particular second.

       "Not a chance" Rachel blurted after a couple of seconds. "You can't possibly expect that he will tell you the whole truth."

        "Yeah,  I agree" Shawn trailed off.

       "Maybe there was really a robber, OKAY!!! And though it doesn't look like anybody stole anything, there is a slight possibility.... "

      "Possibility that your father did hash and bash of his own room." Rachel said,  cutting me off.

       "You never know" I defended.

       "Than we can by searching his room" Rachel stated in a rude manner.

      "And what about his privacy? " I responded furiously.

     "SHUT THE FUCK UP,  YOU TOO MINDFREAKERS" Shawn shouted.

     "What?", We both said,  losing our temper and giving our voice an edge. we both glared at Shawn.

      "Am I the only one here who is concerned about food? " His statement made us supress our anger and replace it with bright glowing smile.

        "OKAY, fine. We will go to pizzaria once we completed our detective work " This time I agreed with Raech,  it was worth a try. I gave her a convincing nod.

        We headed towards my father's room. Messy,  as it was. "Rachael" I pointed out towards her, " You and Shawn check the cupboard and make sure no other thing is disturbed in this already mussy room."

      "Ayee Ayye,  captain" Shawn said giving his charming smile.

        We parted our ways.I went through his bookshelf. "Agatha Christie,  Stephen king..." I mumbled. Quite a choice,  I wondered.                            

       Ugghhh !!!! Nothing important over here. I went through the drawer adjoint to the cupboard. Papers?  What are these about?  I wondered. Property.. cheques..  nothing important so far. I peeped my hand inside the drawer. Family photographs. This was the least expected thing I thought I would find here.

        I went through the photos. I flipped open the book. I saw the photo. Me, mom and Dad, our happiness was reflected in our smiles. It was when I was 8 ,Our last family trip together. It seemed as if it was yesterday. I could smell the scent , the scent which I felt after a long time. Togetherness. The only thing I dreamed of now. This made me nostalgic. Tears dwelled in my eyes and slipped over my cheeks.

       " Guess what we got?" , Rachael shooked me from my thoughts.

       "What is it?" I asked faking a smile. She was able to sense the sadness and hollowness in my eyes.

       "A diary" she whispered,  hugging me.