8 Secrets of the Past_CH8

Quillion's P.O.V

In the world of adults, children are never right even if they are. I was told to be a man since the day my mother left us. She killed herself and I might know why. Since that day, my father has always tried to fill his 10-year-old son's mind with negative thoughts regarding his mother.

Disgustingly, I know the truth behind my mother's death, why she decided to take her own life. Why she didn't look back even for my sake? It was my father. He had mentally and eventually physically abused her. I remember that day clearly, I was downstairs doing my homework when I heard glass breaking and screams. I was terrified but being my mother's black knight, I walked upstairs to protect my mother. That's when I heard it all.

I clearly remember the night my mother had decided to set herself free, she had entered into my room to tuck me in one last time. I remember her warm touch because that was the coldest night of my life. Thus, I enjoy the coldness of this ice cream, just the right amount actually to help me feel that same warmth again.

"Oh, my Quillion, always remember you choose who you want to be. Mama loves you, my black knight," she whispered to me as she pulled my blanket for me.

"I love you too, Mama. I will always protect you and you never have to cry again," I said to her, looking at her with the eyes of a true protector is what my mother used to say.

"Darling, I need you to remember one thing. When you find the one, promise me you will protect her, understand her and be there for her at her worst," her words were muffled in between her sobbing.

"Never make her cry, Quillion. Promise me you will never make her feel like isn't good enough. I know you are still too small to understand, my son. When the time comes, you will know. Mama trusts you to understand because you love your mama, right?" she smiled at me with teary dead eyes. I knew she was dead a long ago, but she held on this far for me.

"I promise mama. Don't cry mama, I love you," I told her, whipping the tears on her cheeks.

"Good night, darling," she whispered to me as she kissed my tiny forehead and left my room.

That was the last I felt the warmth of my mother's heart, the night she told me to protect what's mine. As I grew older, I made sure to remember her last words. Therefore, to make her proud I protected those that needed to be protected and punished the wrong doers with the help of friends.

As soon as I realize that my ice cream is over, I nod at Ben and he flashes me a smile as leave for home.

Walking down the road, I notice the sun setting, the sky is taken over by a crimson stroke.

I look ahead of me, at the sky on the other end.

It was staring back at me warmly.

I wonder if you ever want to just come down and punch some sense into the criminals who could have done good to the world.

Don't you feel hopeless just watching over us, without being able to help any soul? Okay lol, now I am being crazy, talking to the sky like it would actually be listening.

Anyways, I know my mother was trying to teach me love but from what happened to her, I took an oath to never fall in love. Ever.

Oh, I can see my house from here. I should call it an empty shell, because calling it Home would be an insult to Homes. Oh well, grabbing the house key from my bag front pouch, I walk towards the porch and unlock it.

Shoes off, key back in my bag and up to my room.

"Welcome back, Master Quillion," Mrs. Hilton is our new caretaker. She is responsible for the meals, the house cleaning, and me.

"Please, just Quillion is fine," I say, giving her a warm nod before taking the stairs. She deserves a little warmth living with two of the worst people to live with. I hope we get along like I did with Mrs. Mathews.

Into my room, I throw my bag on my bed and head to the bathroom. I take a quick cold shower, rapping myself in a clean towel, I walk out to wear some clothes before heading down for diner.

I grab a black short and my dark green sleeveless t-shirt, walk into my flip flops and head downstairs. In this house, no one waits for anyone for dinner and I see no sign of my father means another night out. I come to the end of the stairs to smells something extremely delicious giving my stomach the opportunity to grumble. I shake my head in disapproval and head to the kitchen.

"Mrs. Hilton," I knock on the door before entering, just so we can avoid any startle spills; after all, whatever is cooking smells mouth-watering.

"Mast -. I mean Quillion, I didn't know what you would like for dinner, so I made one of my famous dishes. I've made Creamy white sauce pasta and some spicy chicken wings, since the pasta is a little sweet. I promise they are great together." Mrs Hilton kept talking with her back towards me, serving the pasta in a dish for me and another with 2 chicken wings.

"Only two?" I asked as I grabbed the fork beside my pasta bowl.

"Maybe taste it first, you might find it too spicy to handle," she said nervously. I looked at her with my eyebrows high. A challenge, I see.

I swirl my fork in my bowl, getting a good amount of pasta and taking a deep breath, I take a bite.

OH MY GOD, THIS IS DELICIOUS!

I look up at Mrs Hilton and give her a nod before picking a chicken wing. Okay, here goes nothing.

The smell itself was making me salivate. Before taking the bite, I notice Mrs. Hilton crossing her fingers and closing her eyes.

SHIT!

"What's wrong! I knew it, you wouldn't like it!" she starts sobbing. Did I say that out loud, woops.

"No, that's not what I meant. Actually, it's the best chicken wings I have had, ever in my life," I told her before digging into the best, warmest and first dinner in CarKadia.

The entire time I was eating my dinner, I noticed Mrs. Hilton watch me with a smile. As I finished my eighth chicken wings, I push away both my dishes and sigh. Walking to the sink, I wash my hot chicken wing fingers and turn around to face Mrs. Hilton.

"Thank you for dinner. I'll be upstairs then," I told her as I nodded and took my leave.

Walking into my cold mostly empty room, I take a seat on my bed, pull my bag and take out my laptop.

Oh yeah, I carry my laptop with me everywhere. It's all I need but unfortunately, my new school doesn't allow the usage of laptops on school grounds. Good thing they have good hiding spots and good reception.

Turning my laptop on, I log in to my Skype and decide to group call the boys. I wonder what time it is there now. I hope they are awake.

Unfortunately, no one picked up, so instead why not browse Facebook for a while. As soon as I logged in, I found myself bombarded with 33 friend requests!

Damn, stalker much.

Okay, let's see

Don't know her

Don't know him

Nope, no idea

Oh, I think this guy sits in front of me? Whatever

These are all from my class

Hey, isn't this, that girl's friend. What was her name again?

Yeah Anah. Anah's friend, Yelda. I see, only Anah hasn't sent me a request...

Wait why would I care; not like I'm going to accept any of these requests. Good thing there is at least one person who realizes that sending a request to someone you don't know is creepy.

Well technically, I do know her since we are seatmates. You know what forget it.

Let me just decline all these requests.

I'm declining the request, when the Friend Suggestion section finally shows up and... well a familiar name shows up

Anah Arasi

I don't know her last name and well her profile picture isn't a portrait of herself unlike everyone else...

Honestly, she is the sanest person I have met so far and keeping her close would do me good. After all, her notes will do me quite good when I bunk a few of the classes to meet the guys, if needed.

Let's go for it. The worst that could happen is she turning out to be someone else and me unfriending her or blocking her of she turns out to be a creep.

Breathing in, I click on the Add Friend button.

'Request sent.'