Storm

The sky started to get dark with black clouds as if a storm would brew at any moment. Winds started to blow faster. Sounds of Thunder indicate the upcoming rain.

People hurriedly move from here to there to get shelter from the upcoming rain.

Those, whose house was near, ran or walked faster to reach their destination.

Among the crowd of people was a young boy standing wearing a hoodie and covering his head with the hood.

His hands were inside the pocket.

He was facing towards the roads. Nothing was visible except his eyes which looked nervous and scared a little.

He was looking at the beggar that was lying under the shed of the flyover bridge.

No one noticed, more like no one cared about the beggars.

In this overpopulated country, people didn't have time to look out for others and taking care of themselves was hard.

Moreover to someone like them and at a time like this.

They also missed something. Not like it would affect their life in any way.

The beggar who was lying under the shed of the flyover, twitched a little and then stopped moving after a few seconds.

But the boy saw everything. He suddenly turned and left the area. He quickly took a taxi and told the driver about the destination.

He changed the taxi a few times before reaching his house. He opened the door with a shaky hand and went inside.

As soon as he entered the house he fell on the floor and started vomiting. By then the rain had already started to pour outside.

If you look closely you will be shocked to find out who he was. It's Ethan, the MC of this sorry.

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(Ethan's Pov)

I stopped vomiting after a minute when my stomach was empty of everything. I tried hard to go to my room.

Suddenly the main door opened again. I was shocked and panicked. But I sighed in relief when I saw the person.

"Ethan! What happened?" Rukhsar Aunty screams seeing me on my knees on the floor and vomit all over the place.

She quickly helped me to stand up. I didn't reply to her. She took me to the toilet. I entered inside and locked it while Aunty went to clean the front door with worried looks.

I turned on the shower and stood underneath it. Cold water started to fall on my head.

'Shit! Shit! It didn't work. I knew it was a bad idea. What if someone finds out? Will the police come to arrest me? What will happen to Mom?'

The more I thought the more I panicked. 'Stop panicking. You tried your best to clean all the evidence.'

I couldn't believe that I killed an innocent person. It didn't matter even if it was for my mother or something else, the fact will never change that I killed an innocent.

I turned off the shower and dried myself. I went out of the toilet and directly ran to my room. I don't want to face Aunty now.

I lay on the bed and covered myself with the blanket. I was feeling cold and my body was shivering. As if I was having a high fever, no, I am having a high fever.

"Ethan! Ethan! Open the door. What happened? Talk to me. Are you feeling sick? Should I call a doctor?" Aunty shouted from outside.

"No, I am fine. You can go home. I will see you tomorrow." I replied without opening the door.

I hear the sound of keys. She unlocked the door with the key Aisha gave her.

I never thought that they would have the keys to my room too. Aisha must have been too paranoid for my sake.

Aunty stood beside my bed and tried to move the blanket when she noticed my temperature.

"My god! Your body is burning. Are you having a fever? I will call the doctor now." Aunty shouted at me for not telling her.

I grab her hand and stop her from calling the doctor. "Don't, I will be fine by tomorrow."

She looked at me deeply sighed and put the phone down.

"Fine, have it your way." She then walked out of the room.

I closed my eyes again.