Thirteen-years-old, Connor Wolfhard, a considerate and magnanimous teen, trying to cope with the enslaved power of a merciless creature. With the abidance of detest, deep-rooted for his contentious mother, and intricate in an explosive concocted sto...
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C O N N OR
It was in the evening.
The air was light and balmy, with a tang of gloom in it. I realize my heart was speeding at an unnatural rate but as usual, I was pushing to the limit to abstain from these appalling feelings. I shut my eyes tightly, having my jaws to get clasped.
A small garden has been planted in front of the mansion. I made it across from it to approach the house.
I paused from any movement for a moment and sucked an intense breath of the cold air and let it out slowly, before giving a swift knock to the door.
As the door opened, a tall figure emerged, carrying a container in her hand. It took me a second to discern the person, intimately.
"Connor." With a perplexed expression, she regarded me.
"Hello, Mrs. Frazen." I greeted her in an endearing manner.
She returned the warm smile, putting down a container on the standing couch.
I was astounded when she decided to go in for a hug. The profound fervor instantly arose inside me. It was a tender emotion that you can purely receive of your mother's hug whose warmth is everything. I have read and heard umpteenth times of how one mother's love bears strength, comfort, healing, and warmth.
My mother has spared no effort to make me feel adored rather than, she had made every effort to present her love for the drugs. It's heartbreaking to realize how she is one of the people who make me despair.
We parted from the hug when she instructed me, the way to the room of Destiny.
The mansion was standing proudly behind white bold walls and the floor was of chocolate brown hardwood. The long windows were connected to the walls, each of them was twisted up with green drapes.
I ascended to the modern curved staircase, meeting a large hallway. Taking the steps forward, I was encountered with a fresh white door on the right-hand side.
I felt a need to release a breath that I didn't know, I was holding in.
What would she think of my sudden presence?
When I have ignored her for a month; answered no texts, no calls, and avoided going to school, then how am I supposed to face her?
I let out my hand to give a knock but the door suddenly opened, revealing Destiny dressed in a plain tracksuit of peach color. The familiar blonde hair was curled up in a messy bun and I found her bright blue eyes goggling at me in disbelief.
Before I could react any further, I felt a pair of strong arms snaking around me in amazement. Perhaps, she was still staggered at the sight of me but her embrace was enough to welcome my presence.
