Julian wanted to go after her but then he realised she always came when he least expected so he didn't bother . He made himself comfortable, brought his back pack and emptied it contents. He sighed before he continued, his hands grabbed a pack of chips to munch on . He tore it open and took a piece to his mouth but the salty taste hit him and out it went. It tasted sour and he just put it away . He lay down lost in thoughts . This time it was different, he wasn't thinking about his family or his anger he was thinking about someone else other than them . Who?
"Hazel". The runaway bride occupied his thoughts the entire night as sleep clouded his vision.
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MORNING:
The chirping of birds woke him up from his slumber, his eyelids flickering open , he grabbed his phone , it's still his birthday dammit . He sighed , stood up , arranged the hut , carried his bag and made his way to leave .
About an interval of thirty minutes, he was back in the streets, the land was cold so was the weather , his body flinched due to the cold , the morning sun met his eyes and the looked away . He hastened his pace , walking faster and faster , everywhere was oddly silent, he wondered why then remembered it's just 7:10 in the morning, most were still cooped up in bed .
By 7: 45 , he was at the entrance of the gate . He knocked lightly and as though they were expecting his return, the gate opened, he walked in expecting to see the gate keeper there or one of the so called sisters he has but nothing, no one was there, as he made his way in , the gate slammed shut . He needed no indication that they were up . He shut his eyes as he quietly muttered under his breath " The stronger you resist, the deeper your resolution" .
He pushed the door open slightly as the creaking noise filled the room, after entering, he closed it back and made his way to his room but like he had expected, he was stopped in his tracks .
" And where is the half of a man coming from?
He clenched his fist tightly, closed his eyes and was about to continue walking when the voice came again , firmer this time .
" You do not ignore me when I'm talking JULIAN! .
Turn immediately".
He scoffed and continued walking when another voice came into light . A voice that harboured a deep resentment, cold and icy , the hairs on his body stood up just by hearing it .
" I wouldn't be in such a hurry to go in ,not when all I have is lighting up in a fireplace".
Julian froze ....
He turned around slowly coming to face with Natasha Miller , ash brown eyes, long dark lashes, her light brown straightened hair which fell beautifully on her waist, slender , feminine, dressed in her exquisite black suit, her fingers decorated with knuckle rings that could pay for a brand new car , her head held ever so high, her heels adding tho her height dominance. Her deep eyes piercing into his being . Her half smile that sent shivers down his spine , her voice filled the room again, more icy than before.
" Do you understand?
His fists clenched harder , standing before him , none other than Natasha Miller , CEO of Miller Corporations , his eldest sister and the first child of the Millers AKA his parents.
Natasha pointed to the fireplace , his eyes followed, he saw it , his works , his EVERYTHING, burning by the fireplace, his insides churned, rage filled his being yet he said nothing. He showed nothing, he looked at Natasha and the words just came out
"Thank you".
His eyes went back to the fire , he was expecting to lose control as usual but this time , he just didn't feel it anymore or perhaps he was just tired of giving them the pleasure.
He made his way to his room and her voice came again "'Thank you? Really?
He turned to her with a smile
" I should have disposed them sooner, you made it easy ..... SISTER". His emphasis on Sister .
He turned to leave, and as he slammed the door shut, a teardrop fell .
Maybe, just maybe, he was becoming immune .
Or was he ?
As the door went shut, tears clouded his vision as he fell to the floor.