A Journey From Hatred To Love

Deep Conversations.

Chapter 7: Deep Conversations.

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"Please come inside," said Mrs Nelson as she welcomed us inside.

I stepped inside and Quentin walked past me, giving me a push. He walked towards her mother and they hugged. I'd never seen such peacefulness on his face before. Then his mother kissed his forehead. He walked to his room after that.

We sat down in the hall. The biggest room in their flat. Wide and open. In all shades of blue, that made it look even vast.

All of them started talking. Mom with Mrs Nelson. Dad with Mr Nelson. Kath was texting. I took out my phone but it showed no messages. I sighed and digged it inside my pocket. I wanted to get away from their noises. All of them talking all at once. It was stinging in my ears.

"Zee," a low whisper lingered my attention. I turned to face Quentin and his tiniest smile. He was standing at a distance, near their kitchen. The voice was so low, almost inaudib, that I wondered if I actually heard it. But then why'd Quentin smile at me like that?

I turned back, without giving him any expression. I shook my head, dodging my thought.

Just then I felt a tap on my right shoulder. I turned my head again and he was standing there. Brows knitted and eyes questioned.

I raised a brow, as if asking him what does he want now. He shook his head, chuckled and walked back to his room.

He is so weird.

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It was 4 in the evening. And we had had enough rest for 4 hours train journey. I was getting really bored, and that was unusual. Because for real, you can't get bored with Mumbai. You just can't.

We were given the room of Josh. Josh's room. Ironic, isn't it?

Mrs Nelson made us some evening snacks. While having them, everyone started talking again. Kath with Quentin this time. I felt left out. I wanted stand up and yell at the top of my lungs that 'I exist!'

"What's up, Zee? Seems like you're planning a murder," Quentin said.

Well you're partially right, brother.

I shrugged, "There's always a possibility."

"Knowing you, the possibilities are endless."

I smiled sheepishly.

"Enjoying Mumbai?" He asked again.

I raised a brow, clearly annoyed. "I'm bored," I said without hesitation. "As af." I whispered this part.

"Mom," he yelled. Everyone turned his eyes towards him. The clattering stopped.

"Yes dear?"

"Let's go out. Zee's getting bored. Besides it's Sunday anyway."

I face palmed myself shaking my head. One of the many reasons why I hate him.

"Well that's a good idea," Mr Nelson allowed. Hearing that Quentin lowered his head, expressing through his eyes that something unusual had happened.

"Yay!" Q's sister, Amy spoke. "At last I'll get out! Come on everyone, get ready!" She went to Quentin and kissed his cheek. "Thanks, Q. I love you!" With that she ran towards her room.

"She's crazy," Quentin whispered, chuckling.

"Okay so as my daughter said, I can't back off now. Get ready Zee, Kath, Insy." Mr Nelson ended with a laugh and got up.

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We were ready by 4.30 PM. His dad took out his car and everyone filed in. The arrangement was something like this. Mr & Mrs Nelson. Mom, dad and Kath. And on the back seat, me, Quentin, Amy and Insy. Basically, sucks.