Her boss (Finished)

chapter forty-three: childhood

Adrien pov..
I can't believe that happened to all of us. I mean i wasn't expecting felix to comeback. Im so happy that Marinette and grace were okay. I didn't know whether to panic or go back inside to protect Marinette.
But when I heard her scream towards him I knew that she would be okay. I already trusted her but now I need to prepare myself just incase anything was to go wrong. Of course I trusted her but I was mostly worried about what would happen to her. As soon as the police showed up I was so relieved. And grateful that she was okay. As i ran inside the first thing I did was hug her. I sighed and kept holding her and grace in my arms. I know nothing is more important to me than keeping them both safe and away from harm.

After the incident with felix and them. The cops told me that they would call a repair company to come fix the broken windows. I thanked them for all of there hard work. When i finally looked back after talking to the cops I looked and saw grace and Marinette playing. In that direction moment I was truly happy. I haven't felt this happy since my mom passed away.

Flashback....to Adrien's pov..

When I was young. My parents were the richest married couple in Paris, France. No one dared to come for them at all. My mother was an actress and my father was a very special fashion designer. And when I was born I was a handsome and very stylish model. Back then it was just the three of us. We were all so happy and smiling just because we could all be a family.

My mom was my world. The day she got sick was one of my darkest days. My mom had gotten sick from some disease or something my father tried to explain to me. Every day after ny activities I would go and spend time with her. Every time I would visit it seemed like she wasn't getting better at all. After i left the room to stand outside for a bit. I would always cry and just hold my facr in my hands. No one was there to comfort me either. Once my mother took her last breath on April 2, 2018. After that very day I always pushed forward in everything I did.

My father would always try to be there for me but he was hurting himself. I would barely see him. And even when I did he wouldn't even talk to me. The only thing he would say was "good night or "good morning ". I mean in my eyes I was thankful for that but I missed my dad. In my heart I knew that my mother passing away like that effected the both of us. It hurted worse than anything in the world.

To be honest growing up was fun but also hard. I was a celebrity child. And in top of all of that i was spoiled. I mean i was thankful for everything but I was also it was hard for me to make any friends. You would have thought it was easy but it wasn't.

My mom was everything to me. But when i lost her it felt like I lost have of my own heart and soul. My father cried that night behind closed doors. And me I cried as I looked at our photograph. Thay night I looked on my home screen and pulled up the picture with us together and tears started go fall on my screen phone.