FIVE

FIVE

NICKOLAS

“Come with me” The man who had come up behind me mutters.

After the scene with Lily where she had run out after shooting me a glance; I had been thinking about how hard it was going to be to break the news to her about what her parents had done. The truth about her and the crime they had all committed.

I had been so sure I wanted to break her, to see her crumble but right now after staring into eyes that had not changed since the last I looked into them.

Eyes that held all the sorrows in the world when she wasn’t acting like her mother, I was reconsidering my position in the truth I was about to reveal.

“Why?” I query

“What?” the man responds

He appears very confused at my question.

“Why do I need to come with you and where exactly are we going?” I repeat

I see the man’s eyes darken dangerously before he leaves me, no doubt to go and report to Robert that I am proving difficult.

I recline in my seat; my thoughts are soon justified as Robert heads in my direction with thunder cracking in the depths of his eyes.

I am amused as the man reached me, bearing down at me with a steely glare.

I can almost remember that night and how he had looked at me with the same glare only this time I wasn’t going to cower like a normal eighteen years old boy would.

I am no longer eighteen and I am no longer the orphan who was being fed and taken care of like some charity case.

I had just singlehandedly bought out a whole donation and the whole foundation even so who the hell did Robert Blake think he was.

“Nickolas” Robert snarls, nodding in my direction

“Robert ” I respond calmly

“Can we have a chat?”

“Sure; the man you sent over earlier made no mention about a quick chat… I would have attended to him”

“I am sure” Robert responds dryly.

I get to my feet and followed, stopping when we got to some room at the back. I soon realize we were not alone and Amelia; Lily’s mother is waiting with her arms folded across her chest and staring as I entered.

She mirrors the exact stare of her daughter and I can almost laugh at the likeness between the both of them; she was her mother after all.

“Nickolas” She snorts in disdain

“Amelia” I mutter, satisfied at the surprise in her eyes at the use of her given name.

I can remember her always insisting that I  call her ‘my lady’ or ‘madam’.

“You should excuse us, honey” Robert turned to his wife.

“No, I want to know his reason for being here” She counters

“Amelia” Robert mutters sharply

She turned to me one last time, glaring at me before scoffing and leaving the room.

I chuckled, taking a seat and folding my arms across my knee

“Something funny, boy?” Robert snaps, eyeing me.

“What do you want?” I ask, not gracing his question.

“You have no shame, do you? Coming back here after so many years and for what reason?”

I  let out a bark of laughter, watching as Robert’s eyes narrowed.

“You don’t have to worry; I am not here for your princess. She made it clear long ago that she does not want anything to do with me. The past is the past, Robert; I am here for something far more important and it has everything to do with you” I mutter cryptically.

“There is nothing I want to hear from you”

“Oh, I think you are going to want to hear this one seeing as it is a punishable offence and you could rot in jail for it. Wouldn’t that be hilarious?” I question, laughing as I say this.

“Bold of you to think that there is anything you can do that will take me to jail. You seem to be forgetting whom you are speaking to and just because you have acquired money to be able to afford to cloth yourself. Do not forget how beggarly you and your mother were when your father died and how I put the food on both your tables. I even made sure to bury her properly when she died overdosing herself on drugs as usual” He taunts

Rage floods my veins and the blood rushes to my ears in a dull roar, red haze coating the corner of my eyes but I make no move and the only thing that shows my anger is the clenching of my jaw which Robert picks up immediately.

“I cannot lay the blame solely at your feet, son. In more ways than one, you remind me of your father and it is this sort of attitude that got him killed” He taunts some more.

“Are you done?” I ask, rising to my feet.

I approach the man, noticing as he took a little step back.

“I know your secret, Robert Blake; one you have tried to hid for years and I promise to expose it for the world to see” I declare

Robert takes one step closer until we are squaring off against each other.

“You know nothing, boy” he spits

I grin, stepping away and turning around to leave right before stopping. Something Robert had said had struck me as very odd.

“What did you mean by my father was killed? I vividly remember you saying he was drunk driving the night he fell off the bridge and into the water” I ask, turning around.

I notice fear flash in the man’s eyes before he masked it up. It was almost like there had been nothing but I had seen it and that was enough.

“I don’t know what you are talking about” Robert mutters.

I walk out of the party with my heart pounding furiously.

If what Robert had said was true then my father had been murdered and he had covered it up. The only reason he would do that is if he knew the murderer… or if he had committed the act himself