What Your Love Felt Like-The Dragon Saga

That w*ore of a mother of mine had not sent Damian to any orphanage.

That damn liar.

I had called up every possible place a child could be other than an orphanage like day cares and shelters. He was nowhere.

I had driven miles at stretch, trying to reach the places which did not have any active communication.

None of those were of any success.

” Aaahhh! ”

I scattered all the contents of the table with one strong push. The glass paper weight tumbled down and shattered to pieces.

I could not care less.

I got up with determination. There was only one place left where my Damian could be. Under my very nose.

At my mother’s place.

I stepped on the accelerator as I saw the watchmen close the gate right on my face.

The audacity!

Blocking me in my own father’s estate.

It was time they learnt who they were messing with.

I stepped on the accelerator.

Bang!

The bonnet of my car smashed into several pieces.

There was even a little fire.

The smirk on my face fear on theirs got bigger.

The cowards ran, possibly to inform my mother.

I rammed the car right inside.

The flame was catching up.

I jumped out of the car and walked with steady steps forward.

The smell of burning petrol was all over.

I could hear a few scattered scream for help.

I could not careless.

It was more than a decade since I had set foot inside these gates.

And now that I did, it aught to have been a spectacle.

When I was a few yards away from my car, the fire reached the tank.

BOOM! BANG!

The intensity sent me flying in front as well. The car went up in flames before crashing back, dead, on the ground.

Even if they had not informed my mother this firework was aught to have brought her running to the ground.

And so it did.

The entire minion, my mother’s tiny army was out from the mini castle, situated strategically at the middle of the estate.

It was a beautiful place.

My father had taken every care to make it to my taste.

It had a large lake inside with ducks and swans.

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They were planted to flower every season.

We even had a tiny orchard inside. It had perennial fruits growing in them.

I smelled the air.

Apart from the burnt sting, it still smelled the same.

I looked up.

My mother was staring down at me in silence.

She knew that I knew. But she didn’t speak a word.

I walked straight inside.

Nobody dared stop me again. They were busy admiring my entry statement.

I jumped the stairs and was in the first floor balcony in no time.

I sat with my feet on centre table.

” Where is he? ”

That was all that I said.

My mother looked at her men with some strange signals. They bowed and immediately evacuated.

” I know he is here. Don’t you dare try to take him out some where else. The next thing to burn this time will be someone’s body! ”

I was not flinching.

” I heard you managed to get that scumbag boyfriend of yours out already? Quite an achievement Liana. I used to be worried for no reason. You sure have your share of connections! ”

I kicked the table over.

It spattered whatever my mother was munching on, all across the white marble floor.

” Stop changing the topic and wasting my time.

Where is my Damian!

Give him back to me right now! ”

I had half wished for her to stand up and shout back or yell. Or may be call her aids.

But nothing like that happened. She stood put and then stretched.

” Ah! My back! ” she exclaimed as her knuckles and joints cracked.

” I am really getting old! ”

I was about to open my mouth and say something at her baseless pun, but her next words made me literally eat mine.

” Come on. Follow me. He is this way. ”

I walked behind her like an obedient puppy following it’s master.

We walked towards the corridor that led to my old bedroom.

I had never set foot towards it after my father’s untimely death.

To be honest, a father’s death can never be timely. No matter how old or disabled he might get, he would always tear a part apart with his departure.

I always wished I had more time with him. I never was close to my mother. But my father used to be my best friend.

A deep sigh left my mouth as the room approached. The flood gates of memories were now set open. My eyes burnt with emotions that I had long buried deep inside my breast.

And then I heard him.

My Damian.

His voice was crystal clear. He was laughing. Like the clear ringing bell like he always does.

” Damian…. ”

I rushed inside without a moment’s loss.

He was a little startled at me hug. Usually he was able to sense my presence even before I came around.

So was he startled or was he too preoccupied.

He was sitting with two girls. Almost double his age.

But they too were children. And it seemed like the three of them were playing some games.

My presence required Damian to divide his attention.

Did that offend him?

That little punk. He dared to defy me.

He freed himself from my hug and went to join the girls again.

” You… ”

I stood with my hands on my hips.

Embarrassed in front of my mother and puzzled.

I dared not to look at my mother, but she obviously was amused.

” Do you remember Liana? You were just like this when you were little!

No matter how much I pulled you back from the playground, you would roll your eyes on me , shove me and walk back out.

Of course you had your father’s back up. That’s what made you so arrogant! ”

Me, arrogant?

Those words were poles apart.

I barely opened up in front of people and when I did I mostly ended up offending the listener. Was that counted as arrogance?

I had absolutely no idea!