Who am I running from?
Walking through empty streets, I saw nothing. I looked around but there was no one to help. I ran down the path, searched from streets to streets but failed. My mind was incapable of getting a hold of itself. My eyes searching for something particular but I wasn’t able to uncover what I needed. Then for a mere second, a thought crossed my mind. ‘Who am I searching for?’ but when I looked at my fragile state in the broken mirror, which is when I realized it’s the other way around. ‘Who am I running from?’
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And with that, I woke up. Damn, this dream sends chills down my spine. I looked at myself and saw sweat beads forming on my forehead. I turned off the alarm clock. My room door opened and in came my father.
“Still that dream?“, he asked looking concerned.
“That’s not a new thing Dad. I’m used to it. You should get used to seeing me like that too.“, I gave him an assuring smile.
“Not convincing at all.“, he replied looking away.
“It’s all fine Dad. I promise. I am used to this and please it’s Monday. I don’t want to get Monday blues before getting to my office, so please let’s get going.“, I said while making my bed.
“Okay honey. I just wanted to inform you that your favorite chocolate chip pancakes are ready. They are on the kitchen aisle. Eat all of them and I mean all of them. You look so pale and fragile now. Don’t forget to take your medicines. I’ll be in my office.”
With that, he walked out of my room and down the corridor. I picked out a pink oversized sweater with dark blue jeans and white vans. I went to take a hot shower, winter was getting really out of hands in Seattle. I dried up my hair, which was sleek straight. This was quite abnormal because my deceased mother had wavy and my father has short hair. The only visible thing I inherited from my parents was the eye color. They had a tint of green in them whereas mine were plain silver-grey orbs. I sighed and tied my hair in a messy bun, picked my portfolio file from my study table and went downstairs. I was about to savor the taste of pancakes in my mouth that the doorbell rang and I knew exactly who was it. Lydia, my best friend, and colleague.
“Amelia, for god sake. Open up this damn door. I’m freezing right now.“, she yelled.
“Calm down your tits woman. I’m a human, not some supernatural creature who’ll open up the door in a blink of an eye.“, I shouted back.
“Yeah right.“, she rolled her eyes and headed towards the kitchen.
“Were you able to complete sketches for today?“, she asked while eating my pancake. I smacked her back while sitting beside her.
“Oww, woman. Sharing is caring. Ever heard of that?“, she spoke aloud.
I rolled my eyes, “Cut it, drama queen. You know I don’t like to share my food. And to answer your question yeah, it took me exactly 48hours to complete those sketches but I managed to do that.“, I replied.
“Damn woman, don’t stress out yourself too much.“, she smacked my arm.
“Says the one who doesn’t know S from stress.“, I slapped her back while grabbing my car keys and handing them over to her. “I’ll inform Dad till then you start the car.”
She nodded and went out. I walked to my father’s office. He was a private investigator. He used to work for big and renowned companies and used to have knowledge of their rivals and opponents. He had his office at home and we, as in me and Lydia were never allowed to step in that room. I used to get curious sometimes and wanted to get in to see what does he actually do but all my previous attempts failed. So, I gave up. Back in the days, I gave him a hard time because I used to sneak up in his office and would get grilled.
I knocked on his door. And after hearing a faint ‘yes’, I opened the door.
“Dad, I just wanted to inform you that I and Lydia are heading out to the office. Will see you in the evening.“, I told him. He looked at me from his laptop.
“Right, I’ll leave money for you and Lydia to order something. I have some business in the evening so I may be late. Have a good day love.“, he smiled and hugged me. “Take care baby.”
“You too Dad.“, I kissed him on his cheek and left for my car.
When I sat in the car Lydia seemed zoned out so I slightly hit her head.
“Daydreaming dumb?“, I asked.
She smiled slightly. “No, I don’t daydream. I ran after my dreams. Remember?“, she fake smiled. I know when she fakes her smile. That’s so visible on her face.
“What is it Lyds?“, I acquired.
“Nothing Mel, honestly. If there would be, I would have told you earlier.“, she stated while reversing the car.
“Lydia Mason, I declare you a very terrible liar.“, I sighed.
“Mel. I think I am trying to fill the void in my soul. And the feeling is terrible.“, she parked the car on the side and started sobbing.
“If you are calling Jarred as a void well, I will just say It’s better he is out of your life. He doesn’t deserve you at all.” She just quietly nodded and used a tissue to get rid of any water particles flowing out of her eyes.
I exactly knew what she was feeling. It’s not like that I had any breakup but sometimes I would feel my heart drowning just to be with that particular nobody and the worst part was that I had no idea why I felt like that. My heart broke at this sight of her. Lydia used to be a fun-filled bubbly girl. After she found her boyfriend Jarred was cheating on her with his step-sister, that shattered her. She trusted him with everything she had and sometimes she used to fight with me just to side with that asshole. I couldn’t see my best friend shattered like that.
“Don’t worry. He was a knucklehead anyway. You don’t have to feel bad because of what he did to you. He will get what he truly deserves and that my dear is a low-class slut, just like him. But for you, we will find a handsome and caring stud. He will surely cherish you otherwise I’ll be there to kick his ass.“, I smiled at her.
“Yea, and how do you suppose to do that?“, she looked at me.
“Do what? Find a guy or kick his ass?“, I smirked.
“Ohh woman, find a guy obviously only then you will be able to kick his you know what.“, she laughed.
“Umm, well my father does deal with lots of people and he won’t be at home till night. So, I guess we have our queue.“, I winked at her and she squealed.
“You are willing to do that for me?”
“Anything and everything.“, I looked at her and then outside the window. It was true. I’d do anything for her. She was more like a sister to me and I wouldn’t do anything that will wipe that smile off her face. Soon, we reached the office and went in the elevator. We worked in a well renowned architectural company. We were appointed as senior architects for building designs. As we were about to head to our cabins, Kiara came in informing us that our boss wanted to see the sketches we prepared.
“Shit.“, Lydia said. “Do you have all the sketches prepared?”
I nodded.
“Okay, then please please tell him that we both prepared them. I have still not completed mine.“, she pleaded.
“Fine, but you’d need to make up to me for that.“, I replied cheekily.
“You and your infinite love for frappes. Okay, ma’am, I know what to do for a whole month.“, she sighed.
“Make it two darling, two months.“, I teasingly smirked at her and she couldn’t help but nod.
We entered the office and saw Mr. Hensdale sitting in his office going through some files. He looked at us and gave us a small smile. Mr. Hensdale was the owner of Hensdale & Corporations, a well-reputed architecture company. He was an old man, nearly 60 years old but was full of life and was very active.
“Come Amelia and Lydia. I hope you guys have worked on the hotel sketches?“, he asked while we settled in.
“Yes, we have. I and Amelia have completed it together.“, Lydia replied instantly.
“Great. Give me those I’ll review them and send them over to the Sterlings. You girls can go back to your work.“, he replied. As soon as he dismissed us, we went back to work.
After a hectic day at work, I and Lydia went back to my place. When we entered my house there was pin-drop silence and my father’s office lights were switched off which means he wasn’t at home. I ordered two medium-sized pepperoni pizzas and changed clothes. When I reached downstairs Lydia was standing outside my father’s office room jingling his office keys in one of her hands. A smirk grew on my face. We opened his office room and started working through bundles of papers and files.
“Look at the purple file.“, Lydia said, “What does it say?”
“Alexander King.“, I replied blandly.
“Open it, open it.“, she said eagerly. “Umm, wow this guy is smoking hot.“, she whistled looking at the picture.
“Hmm, and depressed.“, I said while going through his information.
“Why?“, she asked.
“He’s 27. The only heir of Kings Enterprises. He was married 3 years ago but his wife and their unborn child were killed. From that day he has lost himself in work. He’s alone. He works hard throughout the year and not to forget a man-whore. He uses girls as tissues and has them on their knees at the end of the day. He gets what he wants. And he also comes to stay in his mansion in summers. Oh my God, in here, In Seattle.“, I captured his picture on my phone. I looked at Lydia who had an unreadable expression in her eyes. “Lyds you okay?”
She broke her trance and gave me a sad smile. “Let’s print this one.“, she replied.
I nodded and went to print it out. While the information was being printed, I stared at his picture. Why does it seem that I have seen him somewhere before? That is when my conscience kicks in and says ‘you must have seen him in Seattle in summers. You read it yourself. He comes here every summer. Stupid mind, keep your track straight and concentrate on your mission. Make Lydia happy. Find her a caring guy’ After I was done, I heard the bell rang. Shit that would be Dad. I looked at Lydia and she stood shocked.
“Okay, calm down. You go open up the door. I’ll take care of the things in here.“, Lydia said.
I nodded, quietly walked out of the room and went to open up the door.
“Hey, Dad.”
“Hi, honey. How was your day?“, he asked taking off his coat.
“Quite tiring.“, I answered shutting the door.
“Have you eaten anything?”
“Yes, Dad. I ordered pizza.“, I replied.
“Good.“, he walked towards the living room and hanged his car keys on the key rack. “Where are my office keys?”
“Umm... Dad. We had some work...
“Mr. Reid, how are you?“, Lydia interrupted.
“I’m fine Lydia dear. How are you?“, he asked sweetly.
“I’m great. Here are your office keys. I am extremely sorry I forgot my office forms and I needed to take a few print outs from your printer. Hope that is okay with you.“, she replied handing him back his keys.
“It’s fine. Next time you girls want to do something important, inform me.“, he said and walked towards his office.
We both looked at each other and sighed. That was a close call. We both ate pizza and after some time, Lydia left. I took my phone from the couch and opened up the gallery. The first thing I saw clutched my heart. It was his picture. Alexander King.
Have I seen you before?
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