Chapter Six

Kalia. 

Flashback to parents death. 

I stood by the window for a while until I saw his car pull out of the parking, some part of my heart was hurt. I was feeling guilty, he was not wrong. I had used his emotions and vulnerability. 

But if he was in my shoes he would have done the same exact thing. He had been doing this to so many women over the years, just breaking hearts. 

I slowly sat back down in my chair and poured a glass of scotch, I needed it. 

I never imagined this is what my wedding day would look like.

I took a few sips of the scotch, sitting back. The glass in my hand as I stated atot aimlessly. 

I had imagined how this was supposed to play out, but I never thought I would actually be sad about it. 

"I wish you were still here." i whispered holding back the tears as my mind drifted to a place I had buried for a very long time. A place I had avoided for so long and the reason I alwyas worked so hard just so I would not have to think about it. 

I remember waking up, it was crispy cold and the weather was gloomy that morning. 

Normally on weekends, I would be woken up by the smell of my mother's vanilla pancakes, but today everything seemed cold. 

I remember standing by the window for a few seconds, before my father walked into my room. 

He sat on my bed, his face gloomy. I instantly knew something was wrong. 

My mother was still in the hospital, and her condition over the past one week had even goten worse. So when I saw my father's face, I knew it. 

"She is gone, isn't she?" I asked him as I sat next to him. 

"She is." he said as the tears fell down his face freely. 

My mother and father met when they were in high school, they had been friends and when they went to the same college they started dating, they had known each other their whole lives. 

My mother was my father's best friend, and since the accident he had not been taking the news too well. 

He was drinking way too much and gambling. He had not gone to the hospital to visit her even once. 

I couldn't blame him though, seeing my mother in that hospital bed had broken me. 

I knew this was a possibility when I last saw her, but no one really prepares you for such news. 

Those words felt like I had been punched in my chest, knocking the wind out of me, but my father needed me more than I needed him. 

I hugged him and for a moment we stayed there, sitted in my room in silence. And I let him sob, the days that followed were a blur. 

Being an only child I really had no one to talk to about my feelings, so instead I buried myself in helping out with the funeral arrangements. 

We laid her to rest on a Sunday morning, the ceremony had been beautiful, she would have loved it. 

Life went back to normal, but my father became cold, distant, always working. And I figured that was his way of dealing with grief. 

But then a few weeks later, I was in the storage packing up my mother's things that I was donating, when my phone rang. 

My father had not come home for a few days, which was normal of him since my mom's death. But this time he had been gone for over three days and his phone had been off. 

I had that same feeling I had the morning I found out my mother was gone. 

"Kalia, your father was found murdered thrown in a river." my god father said and I lost all feeling and my knees went numb. 

"No, no that can't be." i said in shock. "I just saw him, he was okay." i said in tears. 

"I am so sorry for your loss baby I am almost there. You are going to stay with us for a few days." 

"Why? I asked confused." 

"Because you are not safe honey I will explain everything when I get there, pack a few personal items." and with that he had hang up. 

My phone fell in the floor as I crumbled. It was like someone was punching me, it all came back, all the feelings I had hidden came flushing back as I screamed. 

In a span of three weeks I had lost both my parents, I was an orphan. 

"I don't want to be an orphan." i yelled throwing things around. 

I didn't even see him come in. Vince Kiari was my father's best friend any my god father. 

"You are not going to be an orphan baby." he said taking me into his arms. "I will take care of you, i will adopt you okay." 

He let me cry for a few more minutes, before he held my arms. 

"I have to get you out of here, it's not safe." 

"What do you mean?" 

"Your father had enemies, they are the ones that killed your mother and now they have killed him too, you are going to be the next target." 

I opened my tear filled eyes at the sound of some voices. I looked around my office, as I quickly got up. 

I had to get out of here.