Mr. Carson, where's my mom?

I don't know why Dad's mistress and her daughter cherished him so much that they were so eager to see him back.

I was taking a walk around the house when a black BMW pulled over in front of me. After such a long time, he finally decided to come back home to his mistress and daughter.

"Daddy! Daddy!" Sara ran towards him and he didn't hesitate to carry her in his arms as she wrapped her tiny hands around his neck. The mistress came towards them after some time and I saw how much he had missed her for a moment he let go of his little Sara and embraced her tightly, munching her lips like he could die without getting them.

When the PDA was finally over, he looked at me just in time to see me burning with fury. I stepped forward and smacked his face so hard, he never expected me to make such a quick move for the way he rubbed his temple.

"Child? What's going on with you? Is this any of your Mother's doing? I shouldn't have let you stay with her. I now regret it." He lowered his glasses and rubbed his eyes.

"No, you don't! All you ever wanted was someone else to clean up your mess, Mr. Carson! That's why you didn't give it a second thought to keep some woman under your filthy skin!" I yelled so loud that the mistress held his hand and said, "Hun, let's get inside, you need plenty of rest."

"Mmmh!" He mumbled and followed her inside.

"You're just like your mom, so cynic!" Sara sneered.

"Watch the way you talk to me little brat! Come here," I pinched her ears so hard that she squealed making her so called parents halt in their steps.

"Leave me my daughter alone! Is it not enough that you're already a hindrance in this family?"

The mistress slapped me across the face and I didn't think twice about pushing her sprawling to the ground.

"You and your little b*tch don't belong here so fuck off!" I yelled at her.

"Daddy, do something... she's so mean...oh daddy?" Sara kept on throwing tantrums while clinging onto him.

"Hush now, I'll talk to her. Go back inside, I'll be with you in a while." He caressed her pale yellow kinky hair and she fell for it, jolting back to the house.

"We need to talk, you can't keep on disrespecting my wife and child." He helped his mistress up and embraced her as if she was that delicate being. I don't know why he treasured her so much, more than he used to treasure my mom before.

"Mr. Carson, where's my mother?"

"I don't know and I wouldn't care where in the world she could be. She far worse than the devil, you are slowly beginning to sound like her." He cast a disgusting look at me and held his mistress' hand as I watched them walk into the house.

At that point, I didn't care if anyone would die or get hurt because of my anger, I had only one intention, to make Dad talk. I hurried back inside and went upstairs to his study.

A few days earlier, I had seen several fire arms hidden under the marbled floor and that was enough evidence that Arnold Carson was up to something, maybe involved in money laundering or the drug syndicate.

I didn't know how to use the gun but somehow I thought that it could be my only hope to get them talking. They were the only ones who knew where my mom was and I had no qualms about it.

I took short steps down the staircase and walked to the living room where the trio were cuddling each other. Dad popped his eyes in disbelief when he saw me holding a gun.

"Azora, you don't mean to...." Dad stood up while Carissa, the mistress covered Sara's eyes.

"I can Dad. I can kill you if I want to, you were right after all, I'm just like my mother, a psychopath." I laughed silently and pointed the gun directly to Carissa.

"Please, I beg you, don't do this. We're all you have now. My daughter will surely suffer psychologically if you...."

"Shut the fuck up! Where's my mom? Where did you take her?" I drew closer to her. She trembled slightly and to aggravate her further, I took Sara and pointed the gun to her little skull.

"You'll lose your daughter if you don't speak up. It will be so painful to see your own child soaked in blood and you know what's the most traumatizing thing, the fact that you couldn't save her. You only see this in movies but you need to wake up, it's happening for real damnit!" I blurted out and she fearfully looked at Arnold, maybe confirming if she should tell me the naked truth, the truth that I had long wanted to know. Two months had passed and yet my mother was out there probably not in safe hands.