Inheritance

The finger on the trigger

With every step I took, images stamped themselves on my mind. Maisha's eyes widened as she took in the wreck of the house. Iris being flown to a Canadian hospital. Daniel on deck with his speed boat aside him. This was partially my fault! Well, I was not going to sit there and take it. I allowed my rage to carry me forward. It was time to take control. When I reached the main road, I glanced back. The police officers had forgotten about me. I took one last look at the burnt-out shell that had once been my holiday home and then the darkness rose in me again. I turned away and approached Alia and Malia escorting them into the car. I had told the driver to drop them off to fathers flat up In Paris. Promising Malia that I would go with her later in the night. I had certain issues to deal with. Saint-Pierre was just under a mile away. It was early evening as I walked into the streets by the time, I had arrived the streets were packed with these people in a festive mood. The sun was already dipping behind the horizon, but daylight still lingered in the air as if accidentally left behind. The streetlamps were lit, throwing garish pools of orange onto the sandy pavements. An old carousel turned round and round, a spinning blur of electric bulbs and jangling music. I had made my way through it all without stopping. Suddenly I was on the other side of town and the streets were quiet again. The night had advanced, and everything was a little greyer. There was nobody in sight, the whole town had gone to a bull fight. Then a figure stepped out of the darkness and that was when I saw the bald man with the sunburn. He was still dressed in a white suit. He was smoking a cigar, the smoldering tip casting a red glow across his face. There were lights glinting behind the portholes of the boat up ahead. Would I find Kayson behind one of them? I had no real idea as to what I was doing. It was getting quite late I had to leave for Paris eventually. I made sure that I would revisit Saint-Pierre early in the morning. I woke up in the morning and was in a restless mood. I was unable to sleep at night, my sleeping pattern was not on track. I freshened up and bought breakfast from a local café. We had decided to plan our day together. Malia decided to spend the day at Alia's house. I booked an uber and later decided to buy a car.

As I was leaving the carpark, I saw a man walking towards me he was slim and suntanned, wearing shorts and a faded t-shirt, with a string of wooden beads around his neck. He looked English much like a tourist. Then it came to mind it was my old friend Kayden damn he had still had that strong Canadian accent. I hugged him as he spoke about how I had become a whole new person. He was still a curlyhead with wavey fair hair which strung in strands over his forehead. But what was he doing here in France? He asked me the same question in response I replied that I was on holiday. The little brat still had that strong aroma of Dior Sauvage, he was quite charming and remained so. Ariana used to be head over heels for him in the tenth grade. Well, every girl that came across him would approach him, passing many compliments. He had all the wealth, respect, looks and honesty. He was also a very loyal friend nothing had really changed about his personality. We spoke for some time and then I invited him to the penthouse where he greeted Malia. She seemed quite shy as she chuckled quietly whilst opening the door for us. Malia used to have an immense crush on Kayden, which was quite amusing as she was my younger sister. Today was unplanned and went well. I exited the room as Malia and Kayden spoke. After some time, I had seen my sister happy. I phoned mother to see how Maisha and Iris were. Iris was in recovery; Elias offered to stay back and attend to her needs, offering Maisha to go back to Paris. The flight was scheduled for an hours' time. I had gone to collect her from the airport along with Kayden in the morning.

Maisha and Kayden were close friends, when they were younger, they used to be inseparable and had many similar likes and dislikes. We had waited for her arrival. As she was walking down the flight of stairs, she fastened her pace and ran into Kayden's arms with a relieved smile on her face. I had taken her bags loading them into the trunk of the car. Kayden had made reservations for a table for four in the new café downtown. Arriving at the hotel we all went to freshen up the girls were taking their time to get ready as usual. As I realized we were running late I had told Katherine the housewife to tell them that it was getting late. Kayden claimed that I was impatient as I laughed launching a pillow across his face. He was like a brother to me, I trusted him dearly. Then it happened I told him about the cabin, voice recording, Adam, and keys as well as the transcript. His reaction shocked me that he never retaliated or said a word. It was like he already knew. "Adrian bro, now you know I was telling Uncle Jo to let you know eventually as Levi found out in a wrong way. We wished to tell you when the time was right when it was all over. Now you know Kayson and I shall help you, show you the path." I was perplexed and was unsure as to what to say in response to this, so I nodded my head and leaned over to hug him. There were tears in his eyes, Maisha came down the stairs and began to carry out her childish ways, Malia became immature in her presence. She jumped across the couch playing with Kayden's hair, he looked annoyed pushing her away and then laughing hysterically. Gosh, God save me I was in the company of a bunch of clowns. I stood there breathing heavily in the distance with a smile on my face trying not to burst out into laughter.