CHAPTER 30 Memories

  *FLASHBACK*

  Erik’s POV

  The sounds of broken porcelain and muffled voices was what probably woke me up when I was only four years old. Mother had put me to sleep and she seemed quite nervous. I had seen her preparing a bag and she told me that we would have to go on a trip, but dad was not to follow us, because he was too busy.

  Yeah, father was always very busy and sincerely, I was happy he was not going to follow us. He was.. weird sometimes. His eyes would become like he wanted something really badly, but I had no idea what it was.

  I got up from my bed and tiptoed to the source of the noise. It was my parent’s room. When I got closer, I saw dad coming out, his face was strange and his eyes were distant.

  “Dad?” I asked him, but he was not listening, I guess. Or just ignoring me. Wouldn’t be the first time. I thought it would be best if I just left, but then I saw something I had never seen before. He was crying.