Chapter 19
1061 Words
Adrian
The weekends had arrived.
I hated the weekends. Most highschoolers loved it when the weekends have arrived. They loved the weekends because they could sleep all day without worrying about waking up early for a stupid class and coming back late in the evening or whenever they were free. I wonder how they even pass the term with that attitude.
I was probably the only kid who didn't like the weekends. To be honest, the weekends were the worst days of the week. Oh, and have I mentioned I hated it.
During, the weekends, I couldn't see my sheep in flesh and blood until Monday. And the weekends were always so slow like they were punishing me for hating its existence.
And I had to fake a father-son relationship with my father. I rarely see him during the weekdays since he is a doctor who runs millions of hospitals, but he manages to take a break during the weekend so we can spend time together. So he says. I try to but I fail. We absolutely hated each other, and we didn't even know why.
My mother a very pretty woman, was in some part of Africa doing surgeries for kids for free. Yes, she's a doctor. Yes, that's nice of her since she does it for free. Well, it's not.
She hated being around us. We practically hated each other. She hadn't come back from her trip for the past 2 years or so, I've lost count actually. I almost think she's dead or got a divorce without telling me. Or maybe she told my father to tell me, and he just omitted it from our conversation because it could bruise his ego. My bastard of a Father.
We tried to tolerate each other for the sake of not going to jail for Murder. My father and I sat down watching news every Saturday morning- Just like were doing now- The news reporter was talking about the recent kidnapping of highschoolers for both sacrifices and Organ trafficking. My father didn't seem bothered by today's news which was new and neither did I.
That's when I remembered that my little sheep was left unprotected and could also be a victim of the kidnapping since I don't trust her stupid father. I took my phone and opened the app that was connected to the security camera I put in her room. She was still asleep at this time with the Television still on.
I checked my watch.
It was 9am.
My little sheep needed to rest after the long day. She must have taken pills.
I wonder if she had broken up with the idiotic golden boy. I checked her call logs and smiled.
She did it.
My lost sheep has been found.
I would have heard the whole conversation, but it would only make me want to kill the golden boy and bury him 6ft under, so his body will never be discovered.
"What are you smiling at?" My father asked. A little shocked at my behavior.
I never smiled. I only smirked and i would like to keep it that way.
I will reserve my smiles for my sheep and no one else.
Sorry Father, if you caught me smiling but I would never do it again. I wanted to say but instead said "It's nothing, Dearest father".
Now I smirked. I was trying to piss him off. I needed him all riled up because I was curious about something.
He stiffened and focused his attention back to the huge tv, ignoring my reply.
It was working. I smiled inwardly.
"Dearest Father, do you know anyone by the name Kingsley Hart". I asked watching him closely for anything that would give him away about his relationship with Evelyn's uncle.
He's hiding it so well as he says no.
He knows I'm unto him.
"Well, he's my friend's uncle and he went to jail recently for a gruesome offence but got out almost immediately as he went in. " I say as I watched him closely.
Nothing.
"Maybe he's just a random dude that knew someone powerful. It happens a lot in our country." he commented while still looking at the tv.
And maybe that someone is you. I wanted to say but i kept my mouth shut. I needed to prove he did it, why he did it and what he plans to do with her uncle out of jail. What is their relationship.
Are they both in a gay relationship?
I wanted to laugh at the suggestion, but I held it. If I laughed my father would ship me to one of his homes for crazy people (an asylum). He could do it but deep down I know he couldn't.
"You're quite right, Dearest Father. It's a shame how terrible the system has become. I'm off to my room" I say as I walked casually to my room. I glanced at my phone to check if my sheep had woken up but she hadn't. She was smiling, apparently, she was having a good dream. I hope it was about me.
My thoughts went back to my father as I walked to my room. He was hiding something from me.
I just couldn't place my fingers on it. I heard him leave the sitting room and head to his office.
I walked softly to his office door and placed my ear on the door to eavesdrop.
I couldn't hear much but I could hear a little.
"He's unto us, be quick with all the preparations and do it fast, if you know what's good for you" I hear him tell the other person on the line. That's all I could hear as he goes into the bathroom of his office.
I go back to my room trying to process everything he had said.
What is he hiding?
What am I unto?
What relationship does he have with Kingsley Hart, Evelyns uncle?
Was my little sheep in trouble.
I need to call d**k. I took my phone and tried to call him, but he didn't pick up.
What if he had runaway? It's impossible for d**k to run away, he knows I'll find him and I will.
I smirk at the thought.
I had to protect my little sheep, and I'll protect her even if it costs me my life.
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