WHITNEY

Fifteen years ago

I had awakened suddenly, wrapped in this woman's arm. I remembered she was the one who had taken me into her limousine.

I look at her and my surrounding with a devastated glance.

"Where am I?" I questioned

"We are in England" she responded

I stood immediately from the bed and out of her arms.

"What am I doing here?" I shouted

"Where are my parents, my mother? My father told me he had a lot of work to clear off, where are they?" I couldn't retain nor hide my pain, I had to know what had happened when I fell asleep.

Standing on my knee, on the bed, I hold her gown, she looked at me without any reply which made me more anxious.

"Why have you done it? what have they done to you? they were innocent." I coughed, tired I was.

I started speculating she was one of them, I didn't have faith in anybody.

"I am not one of them" she looked at me and I saw tears on her cheeks.

I couldn't understand why she was crying, as small as I was, I lifted my head to meet her gaze. As we met, she tighten and hugged me, I could feel the compassion she emanated however she wasn't my mother, and she wasn't the one I needed.

"Where are they?" I cried after a moment of silence looking at each other. It seemed to be a nightmare. She kept her silence.

After a long moment of crying, I fell asleep again. It was hurting, and my heart was broken, at this age, I started having an animosity burning me inside.

Sleeping with an ambiguous understanding of what was happening I knew one thing my parent's death would be avenged no matter what would happen in my life.

I didn't know how I succeeded to sleep in this woman house's, I mean closed my eyes within this stranger's house.

The day she met me on the road was the first time I saw her though, I felt, even if it was partially, a part of me felt relieved in her warm tight.

I was a child, and that was true however I had some resentment about this sense which alerted me I had nothing to fear for.

Even with her kindness, she wouldn't be my mother I wanted her back, I wanted my life back as I always knew it.

Time passed and I woke up, I didn't know how much time I spent in this state of unconsciousness, it was my best medication at this moment.

I looked out of the windows, the sun was shining, and I heard the birds sing, others could see it as a wonderful day yet for me, it was an everlasting agony.

I walked along the corridor and saw the stairs I then climbed them down. I saw this dame on a table taking her breakfast lonely.

As she saw me, she made me a sign with a hand to join her at the table.

I was reticent, I didn't want to sit at the table with her until my stomach alerted me of its emptiness.

I came nonchalantly toward her and took a sit by her side, and started pulling the meal into my mouth, they had some cake, with juice and some fruits on the table. Everything was mouth-watering.

The last time I had put something into my mouth was when I came out of the house to play in the garden before this murderer entered the mansion. I was hungry.

"Can I know your name?" she asked looking at me with a gaiety look.

The meal in my mouth couldn't allow me to respond to her immediately. I swallowed the cake and pushed it with a little juice. I took time before uttering an answer.

"Why do you want to know? Is it important?" I responded harshly, I didn't want to talk to her, I didn't want anything just to be fed, and I intended to elope after eating, out of this house I would take my way to go back home and denounce this fucking murderer, I didn't know how I would manage to do it however I knew I would succeed.

"I think as you are taking breakfast with me the simplest thing I should know is supposed to be your name" she responded softly, smirking at me.

Holding my cake, I looked at her "my name is Whitney Parker" said I, she knew how to calm me down.

"Do you know where England is? " she questioned, looking attentively to how I ate.

"I don't care, after this meal, I will go straight to make him pay," I said with this little innocent voice.

She looked at me with compassion "we have traveled around the world to come here, you couldn't back to where you lived now"

I felt her voice stabbed on my heart, my eyes widened and I took off the glass of juice which crashed on the floor.

"Why have you done it? he has to pay for what he did, he should pay" I stood from the chair, where I was sitting and gave her an angry peek

"It is for your good" she tried to justify her actions.

"you didn't have the right" I yelled at her

"You don't know what is good for me, you can't guess what I need, you don't even know me, stop acting as if we were siblings" I cried out yet she remained too composed, she didn't escape an unction of irritation, as if she understood what I felt, she has mercy for my situation I could feel it within her glimpse.

I looked at her with a frowning eyebrow, whirled, and ran away toward the door, I wanted to elope there and now.

She stood on her feet and followed me, she walked slowly behind me as if she knew there wasn't a way to exit.

When I got a view of the yard out of the entrance, I stumbled, it was a huge mansion in front of me, bigger than what my parents possessed.

It was almost impossible to look at the gate from where I stood.

On my ass, I glanced at her walking toward me, she kneeled to reach my height "You will understand me later" she asserted.

I was in lack of words, I just looked at her and yelled
"DADDY..!" I realized there was no coming back, it was my new house.