PROLOGUE

Something has been bothering me lately.

I don’t know how to explain this weird feeling I am having. But every time I looked at my parents, there was that foreboding feeling that everything was just wrong.

Guys, don’t get me wrong, but being a young adult myself and having the ability to think and analyze for myself, I just can’t help but feel as if they are hiding from me.

I understand that everyone has their secrets to keep.

I also have a few things that I have hidden from them from a young age. Like how I secretly stole my mother’s money from her purse and used it at school to buy my friends some snacks.

Like how I took my dad’s condom from his pocket and analyzed it at school with my guy friends during some weekend outing.

There are so many things I have done. Not just to my parents, but to others as I grew up. And all this remains a secret. At least to the people that matter the most to me.

Since I have my secret, I expect them, since they are much older than me, to even have dozens of them.

However, something still keeps on bothering me, and honestly, this feeling is truly eating me slowly from the inside.

I don’t live with my parents at the moment.

Because of university, my parents kindly sent me overseas for my studies. And if I have to see them, I can only do this during the holidays. And that’s if I am not having some internship at that time.

If I have free time, and I am not working during that certain holiday.

I will need to change my flight twice. And travel for over twenty hours just to go home and see them.

This isn’t something bad, actually.

Home is always the best. No matter where you are.

The last time I visited them was over a month ago.

I suddenly started to sense that there was something wrong. Something was definitely happening on that side. And I wanted to know what exactly. I was that curious.

My parents aren’t the kind to be given the best award for a loving couple.

Just looking at the way they acted around each other as I grew up, I could tell that those two weren’t married because of love.

There was a reason that led them to be tied together. Fortunately, they liked each other enough to not tear against one another during the years that I have known them.

They lived harmoniously, whether with me or their respective families.

I have never heard anything bad regarding my parents, and this made them the model parents adored by everyone, especially in the area where we lived.

When other husbands and men were busy going around cheating on their wives. And wives doing the same thing on the other side. My parents were the kind that knew how to wake up, go to work, and come back when it was time.

Of course, when they were free, they would meet up with their friends and do whatever they did there, but at the end of the story, none of my parents brought home any children from the outside or had never had there been any complaints about them.

My family is very rich, or I can say that my parents are very rich, which makes me very fortunate, unlike other children.

Not only was I born rich, but I was also born as the only child and son of my parents. I grew up without any siblings’ competition, though being honest, this was tiresome and lonely at some times.

Apart from my parents, who were already busy with their work, I didn’t have anyone at home except for the house helpers.

And sometimes when my relatives visit, I know that I won’t be alone. Anyway, skipping this part, I will come back to where I talked about how I am rich and an only child.

I am twenty-one years old, and I live in Hillside Garden Estate, a very fancy and low suburban area where only the rich and famous live.

It was also the kind of neighborhood where on each street there will be like four to five houses depending on how huge the houses were. From all this, I can sincerely assure you that my parents are loaded.

As for what they do. Actually, that will be a story for another day. But to be honest, I am still trying my best to tabulate and really investigate what exactly those two are because what I used to believe before I started having all these suspicions might not be true.

I might need to start fresh again and analyze everything to at least grasp what those two are hiding from me.

If I were to ask them, I know the kind of answer that they will give me and truthfully, there is no way that I will like it.

I am the kind of person that once I get curious and unless I get to the bottom of the story, I will never rest. I will see it through, even if it means getting my heart broken in the process.

Some would ask why I would do something so silly and maybe dangerous considering how the future was uncertain, but I can tell you that is how I am wired. I have always been like this from day one and nothing will probably change anything.

So, getting back to my parents, who seem to have some secrets from me, I have been thinking for a while and finally decided that I will, no matter what, slowly try to unveil whatever they are hiding.

Since I am their only child, I should at least know. We suffer together and enjoy whatever benefits that come together.

I know that my parents look at me and see a child all the time. Every time I try to help, they will tell me that my time hasn’t come yet and that I am a child and I should just concentrate on my studies, date some girls or boys if that’s what I am into, and just spend the money.

I want them to approve of me, and see me in a new light and maybe if I were to know what they are hiding, they will be willing to draw me in their inner circle.

But the more I thought about this, especially in the past month, the more worried I find myself.

What if they are in some cult? What if they have been sacrificing our relatives, some less important people, just to have everything that I enjoy so much and are unwilling to let go of?

What if my parents weren’t the kind of people I thought they were? If that was proven to be true, how was I going to face all this?

So many questions linger in my head. Fear creeps into my mind and seeps into my body every single second I think of this and yet that tingling curiosity of mine just won’t let this go.

I guess I will just walk on the path that I have chosen and see where it will lead me.