The disappearance: Natasha's pov
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A call came in the middle of the night waking me up from my beauty sleep. I fumbled as I reached for my phone,my heart thudding like it always did when I receive a call at the middle of the night.
“Hello Miss Sinclair.” A voice said,sharp, official.
“There's an incident and I'll like you to come over and see for yourself.”
I sat up.”what incident?”
“The plane.Your father's flight. It went down.”
Silence crushed the air around me as my heart pounded if he's dead or alive.
“Where?” I asked, as I managed to regain myself.
“Swiss Alps”he said.
“The search teams are on the site. We've search the site and we've located your father hee……………..”Our communication started breaching.
“Alive.”
“And Mr Wells?” I asked.
Mr Wells a poor close friend to my dad always calm and gentle. He speaks less and laugh much.
He paused and said “no sign.”
I hunged up without saying goodbye. As I rushed to the hospital.
At the hospital……………….
At the hospital,I barely recognized my father. Tubes, bandages, oxygen mask. His skin grey under the fluorescent lights. My father, Robert Sinclair,Titan of industry,reduced to a broken on a blue bed.
I touched his hands. Cold.
“Dad.”I whispered,while he was asleep.
His eyelid begins to flutter,as someone interrupted me.
He cleared his throat behind me. A man in uniform.
“We need to ask him questions first before anyone does now that he's stable.”
“About Wells,About everything.”
I excused them as they carried out their questionings.
The next morning……………
The media tore it apart. Headlines screamed:
Tradedy over the Alps!,Mr Wells missing,presumed dead or alive. Miracle survivor: Sinclair lives!
Paparazzi camped outside our gates, the press won't let me out in peace. Every day ,a flood of letters, flower,mails from strangers who cared. They don't know him. Not really.
Neither did i too, not anymore
Later that evening……………….
I discharged my father from the hospital,as we head back home. I decided to let him take more rest.
“I know he's not dead.”my father said as he laid rest on the couch.
“You know Wells is always a smart person.”
I nodded my head in agreement.
“He's not dead” my father said,voice rough from disuse.
I became shocked at the moment. I sat at the window,arms wrapped around my knees.
“They have searched the whole mountain.” I said.
“They missed something.”he said staring at the wall for a long time.
I didn't argue. I just watched the snow falling from the window.
Weeks turned to months.Seasons blurred. Sympathy faded. My father starts regaining himself as everyone forgot about Mr Wells.
At the office……………….
The world moved on,so did the dollax empire owned by my father. Meetings resumed. Deals signed . profits flows in and out the empire.
The machines grinded forward like nothing had happened.
Except it had.
“You're too emotional”said Chris Greg,my dad right hand man,after I question a new merger.
“Your father wouldn't want you to fall apart.” he said.
“Maybe he should tell me that himself.” I countered.
Chris smiled like it didn't sting.
“He resting. You know. We should focus on the future.”
“Excuse me,you said what now.”
“Oh sorry my bad, it was a slip of tongue.”
“I hope it better be.”
I wanted to tear his face off
Chris Greg has a crush on me since the first day he set his eyes on me,but nevertheless, he'll soon get fired ones he steps on my toes again.
Later that night…………………….
At night,i dreamed of the crash.
I saw myself in the incident that almost look like it.
Screaming metals, fire,snow swallowing everything.
And behold I saw someone that looked like my dad,standing at the edge of the cliff, staring at me,untouched.
“Come find me” he said.
I woke up confused and gasping,every single time. I prayed and went back to bed.
The next morning…………………
I found Dad in his study room,the room he hadn't entered in months now. He was staring at the fireplace, clutching on something in his hands.
“Natasha”he said without turning.
“Do you think I'm crazy?”
I walked closer.“Well it depends.” I said.
He chuckled, bitterly. Opened his hands,inside was a lighter, Gold necklace.
“They found this,on the plane.” he said.
“Then he's……..”
“No.” He cut me off.
“He's dead.” he said as tears rolled down his eyes.
Wanting to tell him about the dream I had about him but had to keep it in mind.
“Dad you're……”
He cut me off again.
His voice shook.
“Wells could not have died like that, with certainty.”
“Then if he's alive?” I asked.
He'll be back for something that belongs to him.
“For what dad?” I asked again.
My father looked at me then,really looked at me. His eyes were full of something I didn't recognize.
“Everything.” He finalized.
“Get me some coffee.” he ordered me.
I prepared the coffee and brought it to him. He stretched his right hand to receive the coffee,I noticed the cut he had from when he said he was a kid was no more there.
I just reluctant about it and gave him his coffee.
Few weeks later……………….
My father was up and standing,starts going to his business as usual.
He came back home with a goodnews that he's found a wife.
My mom passed on when I was at a tender age. Since then my father never talked about having a new wife or even getting married.
But I never knew what happened since the accident happened everything looks strange.
He claimed that they met in a club,she proclaimed her love to him, and he agreed to bring her home. And they started planning their marriage.
Their marriage went on, in few weeks time.
My stepmother Mrs Mabel starts hating me treats me like I never belong here, always frowning when I'm in her presence.
Well let's go to my main story…….
- Writer
