He's mine

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I breathed heavily, sweat dripping forehead. My chest fell constricted as I began gasping for breathe. I killed her.

The nightmares stopped after a year of therapy. But I felt I deserved it, it was her way of punishing me for her death. No for killing her.

My door burst open and both parents came in looking frightened. My mom took in my state and took gentle steps towards me.

"Andrew..." She trailed off. I turned towards her so quick I almost got a whiplash.

I watched as my dad stood by the door, his head held low. He felt like it was his fault, I knew him, but the only thing was that it was my fault. How ridiculous, both father and son had the same tendency to blame themselves.

My mom took a shaky step towards me, "Andrew baby are you okay?" She questioned. I could held back the streams of tears that came on my cheeks.

"I'm so stupid" I whispered to my self. I was so busy enjoying, forgetting that I killed somebody, her blood we're on my hands no matter what I may say.

"Oh my baby" my mom said. I hadn't realized that she had made her way to my bed till she had cradled me to her chest whispering words of assurance.

Then I broke down.

***

When I woke up my mom was gone, my eye lids were heavy and I had a blotchy nose.

My head pounded as I made my way downstairs where an aroma coffee, eggs and bacon was coming from

"Hi sweetie" mom called out giving me a grin. I mustered enough energy to return her smile back before I plopped on the bar stool st the counter.

Mom served me some food before she went back to bustling around the kitchen. Silently I ate, thinking back to what my mom said last night. I wasn't a cry baby, but I needed to see Jade, as soon as I could. I needed to talk to her, I need to tell her how much I cared for her.

But would care be enough? As funny as it was I was very much aware for my cautiousness when it came to love, I couldn't say I loved Jade, maybe a deep affection for her yes but not love. It was to much if a strong word to be thrown around. I could tell her that.

But what if she was looking for someone to love, could I be that person?

My mind drifted to the two kids I'd seen earlier Amy and Matt with the same blue hair as their mom and then to the brown eyed brunette. Then an idea came in.

Rish people basically lived there lives being stalked by paparazzi. Won't it be the best to search online? As much as I was interested in hearing the truth from the mouth of Jade Collins I don't think I was ready for It. at least it would be better to do a little bit digging in.

I quickly scarfed down my breakfast and thanked my mom before I ran up the stairs. I sat on my study desk and pulled my laptop open.

I opened the browser and searched 'jade Collins' not much came in. Her family must have really paid a lot of gossip columns of. I read through one of the website where her parents were mentioned.

Xavier and Isabella Collins.

Next I searched their names. A whole family portrait came out first. The theme was obviously black and red as the background was black and three people sat on a deep red couch with gold markings on it. One was a woman, her blonde hair held In an elegant but messy bun and pale blue ice that almost went to the point of being grey, wearing a black strapless gown with a red ribbon on the middle and gold themed makeup. In the middle was a cute boy not more than eight att mist dressed in a black tuxedo and a red bow tie on his neck. He had dark blonde hair almost black hair which was styled in a tousled way and a pair of familiar icy blue eyes peeked up through the tousled hair covering his eyes an adorable dimpled smile on his lips. Then my his side was a man with hair black hair and a few traces of white gelled backwards and cold brown eyes that seemed to be piercing through my soul. He like the little man wore a black tux but with a long red necktie. I could almost see the elegant cursive designs written on it. Someone sat at the edge of the couch. A blonde with the same eyes as his mother he looked to be in his early teens, maybe 13 or so and he leaned against his mom with a hint of a playing on his lips.

Then the back.

My eyes immediately went to the beauty dresses in gold instead of the black and red. She had a smirk on her lips painted a deep shade of red meanwhile her face was lined with a moderate amount of dark make up. Her gown was a one handed gown with a net bodice and (eeh I'll describe it later) next to her was her twin brother, Anthony that she'd introduced me to before with a stoic expression and beside him was Raymond, Who had a goofy grin on his lips. To her left another two boys were stationed. One looking really familiar. Both of them seemed older than the rest of the kids in the photograph.

One had dark blonde hair that could be mistaken for brown along with brown eyes yet, the hint of blue was as clear as day mean while the familiar one had black hair and brown eyes. I scrambled my brain, trying to remember where I'd seen the face before then it hit me.

The man at her apartment....

I let out a sigh of relief. How could I even associate him with her kids.

Next I searched 'jade Collins children'

The search results came out blank and I couldn't help but feel confused. Once more I searched 'Collins family grandchildren' and I was met with more of their family photoshoot.

I refreshed the browser and sighed resting my head on the empty space on my desk. Where did those children come from....? I wondered yet no answers seemed to fit the puzzle.

I sat up once more and decided to browse thought the gossip columns. Then I saw it.

"Jade Collins kidn*pped?"

Jade Collins sole daughter of multibillionaire Mr and Mrs Xavier and Isabella Collins has been declared missing. Parents reported that their daughter must be allegedly 'kidn*pped'.

The last time the young teenager was seen was almost two week ago while walking back home after an afternoon stroll.

Parents refuse to disclose any other information pertaining the issue at hand and plead with the public to help in the search of their only daughter"

I ran my hand through my head. Jade was kidnapped....? When. The article dated three years back and Jade was seventeen.

With my heart beating fast, I scrolled downwards to related articles.

Among them one particularly caught my eyes.

"Jade Collins, found"

My eyes skimmed through the story of how she was found after three months of being missing in a relatively peaceful white picket fenced neighborhood, in the basement.

The kidnapper's close friend couldn't handle it when he's friend kept on talking about his doll he kept down in the basement and reported him to the police with the charges of suspicious behavior.

The story continued but I scrolled down to where I met a picture that tore my heart.

Her blonde hair was let down, straightened with a curling iron and a blue bow tie on her hair. Her lips painted pretty pink and she wore a fluffy pink princess gown. I couldn't see her face from the angle the picture was taken. But the rigidness of her shoulder seemed to tell me what I need to know.

Once more I scrolled to other related articles, scrolling through the head lines.

Jade Collins away from public eye after being found out, doctors declare her unresponsive to treatments.

Isabella Collins breaks down during the company's patnership celebration.

Jade Collins kept out of public eye for more than a year

Collins family seem to be in a lighter mood as Jade Collins is spotted at a gym

Jade Collins public release she declares she is fully healed.

I didn't know when the tears began to drop from my eyes. Till the warm liquid dropped on my hand holding the mouse. I was crying.

But nothing was mentioned about the kids..

Then it came rushing at once. And I couldn't help but choke back the sob that invaded my throat, I was such an i***t.

The kids were as a result of that bastard's k********g. I'd have to hear what he did to her. Yet when she was trying to open up to me, to reach to me, I pulled away and ran smas far as I could.

I suck