Chapter 6: My dad's wife

***CADEN***

That beautiful face! How can I ever forget that face? That face means so much to me.

The girl whom I have been searching for so hard all this time is sitting right in front of my eyes. I cannot believe my eyes for that. Am I just dreaming right now?

My mouth forms ‘O’ as my hands and legs become senseless all of a sudden when I see her. Since, the moment she left me alone over there, everything has changed for me.

Previously, life meant nothing to me. It was useless and I had no expectations from life at all. But now it’s different.

I believe I can say, now my visions have completely been changed.

I can see my whole world through her eyes and I can tell, my whole spirit is captured by her just like some magician does.

Sometimes, I think she is holding my whole consciousness, like some magic and is not letting me get away from her. It’s ridiculous but that’s the actual truth.

Her deep eyes are looking downwards and her face is solemn like she is thinking deep about something. She is wearing a siphon maxi dress with open neck line and her beautiful jawline is seen is exposed. She is breathing quite heavily as she is sitting on the couch and her fingers are intermingled with each other.

She looks quite anxious and I can see her gulping the saliva down her throat in anxiety. 

My steps don’t want to stop. They want to rush towards her and so, I usher my feet towards her but suddenly the scene in front of me makes me brake my feet all of a sudden.

It fucking is my dad’s room. I see the legs of my dad standing in front of her and she is looking at him. I don’t hear what they are talking about at first but I can see dad, walking back to the door and locking the door all of a sudden.

What the hell is going on? Who is she and what is she doing in my dad’s room? She isn't supposed to be there.

She isn’t the one to be over there. She is supposed to be in my room and I should be the one to be with her.

I just don’t get it. I just don’t get her sudden presence in my house like this and

be in my dad’s room at this hour of time. This is ridiculous and unbelievable.

I trot towards his room. I want answers right now. I want to know what’s going on in the house that I don't know about.

I take hurried steps and am about to knock the door when I hear something from inside.

“So, you’re ready, right?” that’s my dad’s voice.

I don’t hear her voice.

“I need my baby safe and sound and I don’t want you to get into any trouble. You know getting yourself into trouble means getting my child into trouble as well. I am going to give you the expert team of nutritionist and also the doctors and nurses at the time of need but you should make sure, nothing should happen to you and the child inside you,” that’s my dad’s voice again.

What the fuck? What’s that?

Baby? His baby?

No! This can’t be happening. I can’t just tolerate this. It’s too much for my heart to handle and to my mind to analyse the information that I get right now.

Come on! She is the girl that I loved so much and with my dad? How can that be even possible? 

She is carrying a child of my dad? I am starting to feel dizzy. I feel burnt with anger, madness and jealousy. And on the other hand, I feel numb in all of my body and quite dumb.

I run one of my hands on my hair with aggression and I palm another one over my mouth. My feet just want to turn away from there as fast as they can. I don’t want to stay here for a single moment.

I rush downstairs blindly without noticing anyone on the way.

“Young Master, the dinner party is going to start,” I hear Julie’s voice but I ignore her voice and walk outside.

Filled with infuriation, I drive my car in the fastest speed. I don’t know where I am going to, where my destination is and I don’t know where should I stop in?

All of these things are unknown to me. The only thing that’s known to me is I want to vent my anger so much right now and anything, just anything works for me. I keep on increasing the speed of the car. My eyes are focused on the road while my mind is still on the scene that I saw few minutes ago.

I don’t want to do this. I never wanted to be spoiled, ruined and messed kid like just like I am right now. I want to be good kid one more time just like when mom was around. I thought, I found someone in my life who would be there for me and help me with getting better every moment and support me all throughout my journey and whom I could love so much. I thought I would have someone from whom I could inspired but I was wrong.

I was just fucking wrong. I can’t believe my dad just took away another happiness of mine.

Why?

Why the hell it should be him? She is of my age, I believe. Why with the girl who is just of my age?

Now, I get it. Now, I get who is he married to?

But…But I met her on the same night the wedding of my dad took place. She was with me the whole night, right? No! It wasn’t her. It surely wasn’t her. I’m sure.

“Yeah! She isn’t the one. It can’t be her,” I stop the car all of a sudden and it almost makes me feel like I might be thrown out of the car.

Well! I wasn’t there on the wedding but Cohen and Caisey were there. I decide to call Cohen but as I call, I get to know that his phone is unreachable. And then, I press Caisey's number.

“Hey! What is it? Cut it short,” she says. I can hear the loud noises coming from her background and Disco Jockey playing at back.

“Caisey! Where are you?” I get terrified. This girl is just fifteen year old and with the music coming from her behind, I can easily guess that she must be in pub right now. It’s illegal for her to be in pub right now.

“Where are you Caisey?” I shout at her. This time, my voice is way more dominant than I can imagine. I cannot let my sister to be in pub right now. I wouldn’t have stopped if she was over eighteen but that damn girl is just fifteen at present.

“I’m … I don't know... Where I am,” she says. With her voice, I can decipher, she is surely drunk and she doesn’t know what the hell is she speaking? 

For god’s sake, she's minor and how can she do this to us?

I cut off the phone and try to trace her phone. Both Cohen and I have her location always tracked on our phone without her knowledge. She had never been out of the school or even if it was, then it would have been either her friend’s house or some sports club or beauty clubs.

But pub? I have never imagined her to be over there.

I get her location in just some few minutes and drive the car towards the pub. This girl!

Why would she do something out of her bucket? I stop the car right in front of the pub and walk inside.

The light is extremely blinding and the sound is so much loud over here. Going to pubs, drinking, partying, are my cups of tea but not of hers. But I have never been to this place before.

My eyes spy around to find her at the dance floor. I don’t see her over there.

Since, she was a little child she would love to dance and sing a lot but she had rarely shown her interests in front of dad because dad hates her to see like that. Like Cohen, he wants to push Caisey in his business matter as well.

Becuase of that I thought she be would be on dance floor and nowhere else but she isn’t overthere. I remember her riding out of the house with white tops and jeans but I can hardly see anyone wearing the clothes like hers. 

“Fuck! Where in the hell are you Caisey?” I shout in aggression. I step away from there to upstairs. I check each and every girl over here and see that none of them is Caisey.

I try to track her location one more time and notice that she is still in the pub. I go through each and every corner of the pub but I can hardly see anyone like her.

I stand in front of the washroom and call her. I know it’s completely impossible for me to hear the ringtone of hers in this crowd but I really need to call her. What if she picks up the call and can tell me where is she right now? Yeah! That’s it.

I keep on calling her again and again and there is no trace that somebody on the other side is going to pick up the call. There is no hope on calling her.

“Fuck,” I try to throw away my phone when I suddenly hear the phone ringing inside the gents washroom.

I go near to hear the sound and the ringtone is exactly like the one Caisey has on her phone.

No way!

Is she so much drunk that she has no clue about which washroom she should actually be in? I open the door and notice that there is no one in the room.

God damn!

I call on her phone one more time and check her out in every compartments and yeah, the phone is still ringing in one of the compartment. I get closer to the one and when I open the door, I find her, being sub-conscious over the toilet seat. 

“Caisey!” I shout her name as I bend towards her. She isn’t wearing the same dress that she was wearing while she was leaving the house.

“Oh! Caisey! What the hell did you do?” I check if someone has done something weird to her but she is fine. She is just drunk and that’s all.

“Wake up!” I slap her in her cheeks. She opens her eyes, time and again and then closes them. There is no time for loss. I carry her on my arms and rush outside the pub. I need to get her something to get her sober, first.

I don’t want this to be known to dad. That is because if he knows something like this about her, the situation is more worse detention for her and that would include even sending to the private boarding school and never letting us to visit her. I cannot take this risk of sending her away.

I need her. Cohen needs her and most of all Caisey needs us. We cannot leave each other at this moment. I drive the car to the pharmacy and take some of the medicines to sober her. I don’t want the world to know that a fifteen year old girl is being drunk and needs a sober-drink for herself. I don’t want to drag her to the police station and involve dad and Cohen in this.

“I need to sleep,” she says as she drinks the medicine.

“Fine,” I say as I drive a car in front of the amusement park and let her sleep in the car. So many thoughts flow inside my mind when she sleeps.

I cannot just solve all of these puzzle in front of me. I don’t know where to start and where to end these puzzle. Caisey’s word could be of great help if she tells me what happened on the night when dad was getting married. I am waiting her to get awake.

“Why am I here?” she asks me as she wakes up.

“It’s not important. The more important thing is, why were you there? In the pub? Like really? Why Caisey?” I ask her. One of my brows raises up to question her.

“I just wanted to have fun with my friends,” she answers.

“Drinking late night, when you’re just fifteen?” I say with little infuriation.

“I just had just some. I was drunk just because it was my first time. But how did you end up there?” she asks.

“Well! I have something to ask you about?” I breathe out.

“What is it?” she asks.

“What happened on the night when dad was about to get married?”

“Oh! It was postponed. The wedding took place the next day,” she answers and that makes everything clear before my eyes.

So, is she my step-mother? Is the girl that I loved for the first time in my life is non-other than wife of my dad?

Fucking Hell!!!