THE ONLY HEIR

chapter 12

I had chosen a house that contrasted all the mansions I've been living in, all my life, I chose a house that would play with colours, the living room was painted with multiple shades of turquoise, red, and yellow, with Sharp Egyptian cotton curtains to highlight all the colours.

This house wasn't a mansion, it was just a storey building and it wasn't white and grand, it didn't have bay windows and it wasn't whitestone, it didn't have a fountain or a patio, but it did have a pool, and it didn't have a garden, and it didn't have an oversized gym that gave me strong feeling of emptiness, it was completely different and I loved it.

I dropped my bags somewhere in the living room and I took a tour round the house, the sun was setting, and golden streaks escaped from the windows through the curtains in soft bursts, for once in my life, I felt that I had accomplished something tangible, by myself, without my father's wealth or influence, I couldn't explain the way I felt, I felt so complete.

Out here nobody knew who I was, nobody knew I was a Multi billionaire, nobody would come to me for fake friendships and I would be free of fake love, everything would become normal.

I felt so alive.

I had gone to lay down on my couch, and I watched the sky from where I layed, it was almost evening.

I liked how high the ceiling was, I've always lived in houses with high ceilings but this one was different, it was completely different.

I went to the kitchen and I gasped because all the kitchens I ever had was stainless steel, from top to bottom, but this one was made with wood, chestnut coloured wood and simple stainless steel equipments.

I went to the main room, it had a king sized bed, it had glass walls but it wasn't so high off the ground, the colour of the curtain was soft baby blue, the colour of the sheets was sky blue, I saw blue everywhere but it was like a million shades of blue, not just one shade of blue.

The bathroom had cream coloured marble walls, brilliant white marble bathtub, it was in every shade of white and the ground was floored with charcoal black marble tiles.

Moving to London was definitely a good idea.

Finally I sat down and I realized I was very hungry, but I didn't have any food.

I ordered chicken wings and chips from the restaurant that was near by.

After I had eaten, It was already dark.

I took my bath and I prepared to settle in.

I stood in front of the big window in my room and I saw the house beside mine, it's pool was facing my room, and it was lit, and swimming inside was my neighbor.

I watched her swim, she was almost too graceful. I had never seen anybody swim with so much passion.

I left the window and I went to sleep, and I had dreamt, but this time, nobody was chasing me, I wasn't running.

I was sitting, in my couch, the roasted red one, in the living room. And I was at peace.

The dream didn't wake me up, I awoke with it in my mind but it was subtle, as if it was a memory of a decade ago.

I looked outside my window, the sky was dainty, it wasn't too bright.

It was 6:35 am in the morning.

I changed from my pyjamas and I decided to run across the street, the neighborhood was Serene, but the buildings weren't scanty, there were plenty of buildings, something I hardly saw, but now I was seeing it, and, I liked it.

There was a coffee shop across the street, that was a plus, if I was driving to work, I would definitely go into the shop to take coffee.

A school bus drove past me and it reminded me of when I was still in secondary school, I had gone to a boarding school, a private boarding school that was no different from that of a roman catholic.

It had Whitestone walls, a gigantic bell that rung almost every now and then and we got visited by a few nuns on Friday.

My school was in London, it was just like pembridge hall, except that ours was a mixed school.

I remember that I liked a girl, Ará.

For years I had a big crush on her and I couldn't tell her, not because I wasn't brave enough, but because she was too witty and she was rude.

I remember her long straight dark hair and I remember her beautiful long legs, her cherry lips, big green eyes.

I remember when I entered into the library, I had seen her reading a book at the far corner and I decided to walk up to her.

“Hi." I told her.

“Hi." She said and stared at me wearily.

"I'm Darwin.“

" Well, that's a lovely name, I'm Ará." She had a strong English accent.

“Yours too is lovely." I told her and watched her smile, I was surprised that she wasn't what they said she was, she was kind and sweet and calm.

From that day on, we became friends.

I still remember the day we left the school to go to the near by river, I remember the sun setting on our backs while we ran towards the river, I remember the way she urged me to run with her.

“It would be so romantic if we ran away together, don't you think?." She had whispered to me.

“It would."

I watched her take off her clothes to walk into the river, as if she owned it, and she bent into it, deeping her hair that turned more darker, I watched her siren eyes, take up light as if it was stealing colour from the sun and she had called me to come to her and I went to her, and our bodies merged together as if it were forged from one perfect wonder.

I remember our journey to the woods, I remember her warm breaths on my face as if she was moaning to me right this instant, I remember my mouth to her soft breasts and finally I had taken her, the first time I ever had sex.

funny that just the sight of a school bus could stir so much from my past.

I would definitely love to meet her once again, but we had parted ways, we all had, it was part of the lessons of leaving highschool.