CHAPTER 14
MARSHA'S POV:-
"But how? They said that you committed suicide. And some said that you were killed by one of the patients in that mental health care hospital. Then how?" I asked him in confusion. He looked at Frederick and then back at me. I was still shocked that my father was in the house of that stranger who strangely saved my life and he also knew a lot of things about me. Things that only my mother knew about me.
"To be honest, I also thought that I would end up dead in that hospital. But all thanks to Frederick who saved me from that hell hole and brought me here. Nobody actually knows that I am still alive. I am still a mystery to them. So no one ever came looking for me." He replied and I looked at Frederick who had a wide smile on his face. As if he knew how much I would be grateful to him for saving the life of my father. It was true. I was grateful. I had lost my mother and I did not have enough strength to lose my father as well.
I smiled and nodded my head at Frederick. He nodded his head as well and started digging in. We all went towards our seats and sat down. My dad rolled his eyes in annoyance as he looked at the piles of pancakes Frederick had made for everyone. "Oh for the love of God, please make something else for me from tomorrow. I am fucking sick of eating these fucking shity cakes." My dad said in an annoyed tone while he stood up and went towards the kitchen counter.
He stopped in front of the kitchen counter and looked back at Frederick. He raised his brow at Frederick and he chuckled. "Seriously, how much effort would it take for you to just put this plate of omelette on the table so I don't have to move my freaking ass." He yelled at Frederick and Frederick started laughing hysterically. Mrs MacCarthy and I shook our heads as we saw two grown men fighting like babies.
I could not help but giggle seeing them fighting like they knew each other more than anyone else ever could. It was the moment of joy for me when I looked at my father's face after all these years. It had become a dream for me to look at his smiling face again. But to be honest, Frederick was the one who had made my dream come true. And I could not thank him enough for doing me that favor.
After breakfast, dad went to the backyard to do his work. I did not know what kind of work he was doing but I was happy to see him happy. In fact, he was happier than ever. He was not happy with his company and his job. But looked like he was happier with the job he had gotten then. Mrs MacCarthy also went away. She had to go to that market to do some shopping. As for me and Frederick, we were alone in that house.
He was cleaning the kitchen while I took the job to do the dishes. As I was not really a fan of cleaning the kitchen. I hated cleaning the kitchen. "Do you have something to say? I can see, you are turning to look at me more than you should. So tell me, what is bothering you?" He asked me as he kept doing his work. It shocked me as he had not turned to look at me once. But he knew that I was looking at him.
"Okay, how in hell do you know me this well? Even my parents never knew me this well. And how did it all happen? How did you save my father? How did you save me? How come you were there on time?" I asked him in a frustrated tone. He stopped his work and came to me. He turned off the running tap and grabbed my hand. He took me back towards his bedroom and made me sit on the edge of the bed.
He then went into the closet and I looked around. I was annoyed with every single question inside my head and he was not answering me at all. He came back with a book in his hands. It was a huge sized book. As if it was a diary or a photo album. He came to the bed and sat beside me. He opened the book and I was right. It was a photo album. He handed me the album and I went through the pictures.
My eyes widened as I flipped through each and every page and every picture. It was the family photo album. And to my surprise, my whole family was into that album. As I reached almost the end, I saw myself. I saw a picture of mine, playing in the garden. I saw myself on a riverside. And in every picture, there was a boy with me. When I looked at the picture of the boy carefully, I realized that it was the picture of a boy who used to visit us a lot along with his father. To my surprise, he looked a lot like Frederick. I turned to look at him and he gave me his wide smile.
"I know you don't remember much. You have been through a lot, Mira. But trust me, everything will be fine. I know you this much because I knew you since we were children. I was older but I remember you used to play with me only. Whenever we visited your mansion, you used to play with me and all your friends used to hate me because of that." He said and chuckled by the end of his sentence. I could not help but giggle as he was telling me the stories of my own childhood but I did not remember much.
"So, that is why you call me Mira. Because you have known me since I was a kid. How come I did not recognize you but you recognized me without any hesitation?" I asked him in confusion and he chuckled again. He brought his hand near to my face and rubbed his knuckles over my cheek. Then he cupped my face and rubbed the pad of his thumb on my cheek. I would have slapped anyone's hand away but with him, it was different. It was not odd but lovely.