The Faded Rose

Chapter 13

Trigger warning

Nicholas 

"No! How could you? Why?" I wanted to scream however I stood their paralysed, not moving, just watching. I should do something, call out to someone but I couldn't. There laid my mother lying in her own pool of blood. She held a knife in her right hand, her left wrist slit. She was just reading me my bed time story a few hours ago and now she is lying in the tub, dead. I had lost both my parents in the same month. 

"Aaaaahhhhhh" The maid screamed as her eyes followed to where I was staring. Melissa would bring breakfast to my mother since my father's death. She ran out of the room, probably to inform the others.

My mother had been eating much less. She used to be lively and cheerful, always seeing the best in everyone. We were a loving family. I could see that my father's death had broke somehting inside her, her forest green eyes had lost its spark. She would cry all day, she thought I couldn't hear her but I heard everything. I saw everything.  I did not know what to do. I felt so helpless. There were nights when I would stay awake and hum a lullaby so that she could get some sleep. Her eyes showed the tiredness in them due to lack of sleep. I could see that my father's death had pushed her into depression. 

I don't know how long I was sitting there frozen when I felt someone wrap a blanket around me breaking me from my trance. I turned my neck and found Sebastian Smith standing there. Seb was my father's closest friend. They had known each other since college. Someone must have called him and informed him of this. 

My head started spinning, I struggled to keep my eyes open. The police made their way to my mother's dead body. This was the last thing I saw before I lost conciousness.

 I woke up panting, sweat dripping down my forehead. The nightmare was always the same. The day my mother killed herself, the day I became an orphan. I had no one. I would have probably ended up in an orphanage if Seb had not taken me in. When I woke up in the hospital, I didn't utter a single word. I hadn't shed a single tear during the funeral. It was as if I had gone numb, I didn't eat anything and locked myself in the room. It was Seb that tried to get me to open up, to make me cry. He knew bottling up my emotions was dangerous. He would come to my room every day, every night. He would talk to me, hum a song while he stroked my hair. He would force me to eat. It was until one day that I suddenly burst out crying, my tears running down my cheeks, non stop. I cried for three days straight. Seb never left my side, he kept soothing me and comforting me. I don't know what would have happened to me if it were not for Seb and Addy. They took care of me like their own son. They were the closest thing I had to a family. I was grateful to them for everything they did for me.

I sighed, not wanting to think about the past. I looked at the clock on my bed side table. It was just five in the morning. I had just got five hours of sleep. I sighed, I hadn't gotten a good sleep in sixteen years except the night I had slept over at Hayley's. 

I got up and took a long shower. I walked out with a towel wrapped around my waist. I entered my walk-in closet. I decided to wear a white shirt and matched it with a grey suit jacket and matching pair of pants. I wore my Rolex watch and a navy blue tie completing the outfit. I skipped breakfast, I don't usually have one and just grabbed a cup of black coffee. I checked the time see it was 7:30 A.M. I grabbed my briefcase and keys to my Maserati and made my way to the office.

Today was the most important day of my life. I had a very meeting at 12:00.P.M. Today was the day when I was going to move ahead with my plan against the person who destroyed my life singlehandedly. I was going to destroy the man who had murdered my family. I had been waiting for this day, working day and night to have him where I want. I waited eagerly for his arrival. 

He didn't know that I am the son of Andrew Lorde. I had stopped going by my first name, when I started using my middle name. No one was aware of my middle name except a few close friends. He will not know what hit him. He has blood of so many people in his hands that he became careless, celebrating his victory. He didn't once stop to think about the little child whose father he had killed, whose mother had committed suicide. 

I was sitting with my team of lawyers going over the contract once again. I had gone over the contract infinite number of times but one cannot be sure. I didn't want any kind of loophole in the contract that would save him from my clutches.

 We hadn't realised as the time passed when my we heard my intercom ring. I answered the call, my secretary confirming his presence. I turned around and looked at my team. 

"Its time."

We made our way towards the conference room on the 50th floor. He was wearing a black shirt, blue suit, with a sleek blue tie. His brown, greying hair styled back. His face held no emotions, his pitch black eyes gave away the darkness in his heart that he hid behind his cool and calm exterior. His eyes held an evil glint, the very same one when I had seen him kill my father. 

When he saw me walk in, his face curved into a smirk that made me want to smack it right off him but I held in. I needed to be patient for he will meet the end that he deserves. 

He held his hand out to me, "Good afternoon Mr Lorde."

I shook his hand firmly, "Good afternoon Mr Preston."

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