Prisoner To The King | 1

Chapter 44.

I read the letter slowly taking every word she used and said. 

I looked at my father, then I looked at the letter one last time before I put it my pocket and left. I didn't say a word to him. I got in the car and drove back to the mansion. The car was filled with a tense silence that I had no intention to break. Sanchez said nothing as we drove and I was too deep in thought to take note. My heart clenched as I recalled the night my mother died.

It was raining that night, as cliche as that may sound, but my mother had been planning our escape for a month. My father was at a meeting in Italy and my sister was out with friends. She knew about my mother's plan and had promised not to tell my father but to me something didn't feel right.

My mother woke me up from my bed and quickly grabbed our suitcases from underneath it. We walked down the long steps to the back of the house were the wall was the lowest. My mother had had the electric fencing disabled for the next hour so we could climb over the wall.

She went first and I tossed the suitcases over the wall before pulling myself over it next. We had to walk just over 2 kilometer to get to the main road where my mother's taxi was waiting. The walk was through a thick forest and I remember red how my mother had struggled to climb through it. She was never a physically strong woman, but she was strong nonetheless. To me she was the strongest person I knew.

When we finally cleared the forest my mother stopped and sat on the suitcase for rest. I mentally slapped myself for not bringing any water knowing how far we had to walk.

We sat for a few minutes before my mother stood up and we continued to walk for another 15 minutes. She breathed a sigh of relief as she saw the taxi waiting for her we quickly got in and she was so excited.
She grabbed my arm and whispered in my ear "This is it Milio. We're finally free." I recalled the tears of joy that rolled down her cheeks as she held into my arm, hugging me from the side.

For the first time in a long time she looked genuinely happy.  I smiled to her and hugged her back. But neither of us noticed where the car was actually going until it was too late.

The car screeched to a stop directly in front of the family home, with my father and sister waiting outside the gates. My mother's eyes went wide with fear and she was abruptly woken up.
"No, no, no, no" she whispered to herself, her head shaking in denial.
I grabbed her and told her to calm down and that everything would be okay.

We got out of the taxi and stood in front of my father. I glared at my sister.
"How could you, you fucking whore" I spat at her. I used to love my sister but after this I would never be able to look at her again without feeling disgusted in her.

Her eyes went wide in shock as a look of hurt crossed her face, I had never spoken to her like that before but I didn't care about her feelings.
My father didn't even look at me, his focus solely on my mother.
"I gave you everything, but this is how I am repaid?" he asked. My mother looked down in fear not able to meet my fathers eye. "I'M SPEAKING TO YOU." My father roared in anger. My mother was shaking in fear but I didn't know what to do. What could I do? I was only 17.

"If you want to leave there is only one way out do you want it, Emilia?" my father asked calmly. "Do you want to leave me?"

I didn't know what he was talking about but my mother did. Suddenly she wasn't scared anymore. She looked at him straight into his eyes and nodded her head.
"Yes" she said. She grabbed my face in her hands and rested her forehead against mine.
"I love you, my son, so so much." she said with tears in her eyes "And I'm so sorry I'm making such a selfish decision. But this is the only way out for me. And I hope you can forgive me for this, please." she said softly.

It all happened so quickly. My father raised his hand in the air, my mother looked at him with nostalgia before the sound of a gunshot was heard and my mother's body fell to the ground. Blood poured out her mouth as she choked on it for a few seconds. She looked at my father and gave him a small smile before her eyes went dead.

My sister screamed and ran to my mother's body. But I knew it was too late, I stood frozen staring at her. This was her choice.
I turned to my father, his face cold and stoic as his eyes watered... A single tear falling down his face as he turned away, too much of a coward to look at what he had done.

My sister was crying on her body as if it wasn't her fault that this had happened. My father walked away not wanting to look and I stood there watching the entire scene unfold before me. Not even realizing that I was crying as well.

I closed my eyes trying to rid myself of the memory. I didn't want to remember that. I didn't want to think about it at all.

My chest was paining and my breathing was haggard as we walked up into the driveway. I didn't even wait for Sanchez to fr tout of the car before I was walking into the house and up to my office. I heard Alessandra following behind me, calling my name as I speed walked up up the stairs and into my office. I closed the door behind me and locked it not caring that she was right outside knocking on the door. I just wanted to be alone right now.

Guys. This chapter is soooo long. We'll longer than any other chapter I've written... Ever.
So your welcome.

I honestly cried a little writing his mother's death scene. It was so sad 😭. But anyways. Such is life.

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