Chapter 16: Intuition

"Our bodies have five senses: touch, smell, taste, sight, hearing. But not to be overlooked are the senses of our souls: intuition, peace, foresight, trust, empathy. The differences between people lie in their use of these senses; most people don't know anything about the inner senses while a few people rely on them just as they rely on their physical senses, and in fact probably even more."
― C. JoyBell C.

Phoenix

Multiple thoughts ran through my mind after the recording stopped but nothing stood out more than the gut-wrenching feeling of betrayal. I mean, I couldn't help but replay all of the circumstances Huey and I have endured together over the past few years. The countless rigorous jobs, personal favors, and even something as simple as moments of much needed companionship I exhausted my precious time towards. Only to still not be good enough to gain the amount of trust to be told about this.

For him to keep me out of the loop regarding something of this magnitude…It hurt. Of course I wear a tough exterior the majority of the time, but when I actually care about someone it's not to be taken lightly. It made me feel that maybe I was disillusioned about my relationship with Huey. Maybe it was just a friend with benefits type of scenario with no chance for further progression. Hell, am I even his friend at this point? Things like this you don't keep away from true friends. At least the true friend that someone could depend upon when it comes to anything. The true friend that holds a special place in one's heart.

No, you need to snap out of it Phoenix.

I won't allow my feelings to get the better of me and act out on them foolishly. Maybe other woman normally would but I obviously don't apply to that generalization. Never has someone had such an effect on me as strongly as Huey does but I still won't allow it to push me so out of character that I lose my dignity in the process. Instead, I will find out more about the unexpected dilemma before I address Huey. This way I can be more educated as to the delicacy of the situation when I do attack him for foolishly thinking I out of all people would be a liability.

I need to look more into this.

So I pulled up my laptop and began to look up 'Jazmine Dubois' in the search engine which resulted in various news sources with articles regarding the recently missing woman. There was one that stood out titled "Jazmine Dubois: the Untold Story". It was perfect because I had absolutely no idea who this woman was. So I clicked on it and began to read:

Most of you all know about the notorious ex-lawyer Don Dubois and his questionable lifestyle but very few know of his currently missing daughter, Jazmine Dubois. Jazmine Dubois, 25, is the sole heir to the Dubois estate and the only child of Sarah and Tom Dubois. She graduated from University of Maryland with a Masters in Visual Arts in 2013 with hopes of opening her own art studio in downtown Woodcrest. Her dreams became a reality when she started the young and hip art venue 'Seize the Moment' a little over a year ago with a grand opening that brought out local and worldwide celebrities to celebrate her new business venture…

I skimmed through few other passages within the article that failed to keep my interest until I got to the last paragraph accompanied with a picture of 2 individuals – a man and woman posing in a loving embrace amongst the numerous guests at said grand opening.

A source that chooses to remain anonymous and very close with the Dubois family claims that "[She's] a very bubbly, respectful, and intelligent young woman that loves her parents and fiancée very much It's very devastating to hear of the disappearance and my prayers go out to Tom, Sarah, and fiancée Cairo."

Looks like that sorry ass attempt to try to convince me that missing Jazmine Dubois is really Riley's new girl Cassandra seems to have horribly failed. As soon as I saw the picture of the engaged couple together, I instantly recognized that was the same woman that rudely interrupted the hot and steamy session Huey and I were in the midst of as well as other small encounters I had over the past few days. Sure she didn't look nearly as regal and put-together as the photo captures, but it was still the same person nonetheless.

…Cairo…

The name kept jumping at me as if that should gain my full attention. It seemed familiar and it took me a bit as I went through my memory bank to connect two and two together. But I did. Cairo?! Holy shit! As in Huey's Cairo? Huey's Cairo is Jazmine Dubois' fiancée?!

It was all making sense now. No wonder Huey was becoming so distant. No wonder the tension around the manor was thick enough to cut with a knife. No wonder that suspicious instinctive feeling that I had regarding Riley's 'new fling' kept red flagging itself as if there was something more than what was being shown – no, something more like being hidden. Because my intuition was right. Things weren't as it seemed, Huey was hiding something from me, and this woman Jazmine Dubois was at the center of it all. I couldn't help but feel immense anger thinking about the situation as I began to put the pieces of the puzzle together.

The kidnapping of Jazmine Dubois must be a part of some huge plan to get Cairo back for the ruthless murder of Huey's grandfather. A plan that I still remain on the outskirts of. I needed to find him now that I have more facts and feel perfectly comfortable with the storm I'm about to cast on his retaliation parade.

"There you are."

Huey acknowledged me without even a glance my way only gave a short grunt for a reply.

Both of my hands rested firmly on my hip. "What have you been up to?"

Every time I try to catch up with him it's as if I've just missed him. Luckily I have two more days left on my vacation. Which by the way, turned out to be not nearly as fulfilling as I thought it would be since a certain Freeman seems to be so preoccupied with this mess. I might as well have been in the comfort of my home rather than roaming aimlessly around the property bored out of my mind. So it was a huge relief when I found him in his office about to leave yet again. But not before I'm through with you.

Already a full 24 hours has passed since the shocking discovery and I've yet to address him on what the hell he was doing with Don Dubois' daughter. The Don Dubois. I may not keep up with many things merely because I lack interest in things such as the latest who's who and what's what but Don Dubois is a name even the most recluse hermit is aware of. At least in the US and a few foreign countries. After additional research, I was able to find out more about the situation which according to news outlets Jazmine Dubois has been missing for 2 weeks today.

I understand the idea of getting back at Cairo but he's treading an extremely thin line if he thinks he's going to go against Don Dubois and live to tell the story. If this was anyone else then it would be over for the idiot that sought out Don Dubois. They would be as good as dead but it's not anyone else. It's Huey Freeman. The guy that I know is so brilliant and thorough with the work he does that if there was only one person to make it out of a dead-end situation such as this, it would be him. My undeniable faith in him was counting on that observation at least.

"I'm about to go mind my own business. Like you should be doing," he murmured irritably.

"Oh no, no, no, no," I started. "Don't think you can just push me away so easily this time Freeman. We have to talk and now!"

An exasperated sigh escaped his lips as he pinched the skin between his eyes. He allowed himself to finally look up to properly converse with me. "What is it?"

"Oh, um, I don't know. Let's first start off with…" I trailed off while I fumbled to get my laptop out and open it onto one of the articles I read with a picture of Jazmine Dubois directly underneath the large bolded title. I put it in front of him on his desk so he can see the source of my outrage. "I don't know, the fact that you have Jazmine fucking Dubois in your possession?!"

His light but slightly bothered aura suddenly turned heavy and deadly serious. His eyes darkened as I saw him turn to meet mine. Out of all the instances I've witnessed his sneers; the one directed towards me the most vicious of them all. The laptop once placed in front of him was abruptly thrown to the other side of the room smashed in over a dozen pieces. I rolled my eyes at the violently over dramatic reaction.

Damn it! That was a perfectly good laptop.

Waves of suffocating rage rolled off his person. This man in front of me looked so lethal and foreign that I almost regretted informing him of my discovery. Almost, but I allowed no trace of hesitancy to show as I glared equally as harsh back in response to his violent outburst. If Freeman thinks he's going to scare me, he's got another thing coming.

"Well, actually I can answer that for you," I knitted my eyebrows together as I glanced briefly at the remains of my laptop. "Before you rudely destroyed my laptop, I did a little research. You kidnapped the Dubois woman to get back at Cairo for killing your grandfather... And you somehow thought this wasn't worth letting me in on why?"

His demeanor softened but the anger was still very much alive and kicking as I continued. "Huey, we've been through so much together and all you had to do was tell me what was going on. You already know I would have helped you no matter what. Yea, this is a fucking crazy situation you got yourself into but I know you. If there's anyone that knows how to get out of a shit storm like this it's you."

I walked towards him to sit on his desk. I leaned down to place an understanding kiss on his lips which he reluctantly returned. "There's no reason to be angry, Huey. I completely understand why you're doing what you have to do. I just don't want to be left out in the dark. Okay?"

A loud sigh escaped his lips as a lone hand ran through his afro and the rest of the anger dissolved. "All this stuff…It's really personal and I just wanted it to go as smoothly as possible. Have the least amount of people to get involved. The less people to know the better."

"Come on, Huey. It's me," I gave my signature grin. "You already know I'm down for whatever you have up your sleeve and I won't mess it up." A slight playful pout spread over my lips. "You wound me."

Huey smirked a little. "I know you won't mess up that was never an issue. It's just I don't want you to get-"He stopped mid-sentence to lightly grazed his thumb over my chin. "You're just special to me and if anything happened to you I'd never forgive myself."

In that moment, it's as if time stood still and I was alone with my innermost thoughts.

D-Did he not tell me to protect me?

A slight blush ran to my cheeks as I began to process the weight of his words. I felt my heart lunge with a pang of various emotions. Sympathy to see him get so worked up over such an unfortunate matter. Guiltiness for coming after him in an extremely hostile nature. And then there was an unfamiliar emotion that I couldn't quite place my finger on. It was somewhat like a mixture of hope and passion. Like I jumped to conclusions about the status of our relationship way too soon. There shouldn't have been any reason to believe that we were anything less than an item. Just because it wasn't necessarily discussed or official doesn't mean it's not in existence.

If he actually didn't want me to know about this for the sake of my protection, then every little minor detail of his disposition over the past two weeks made complete sense. It's no news that Huey isn't exactly the most welcoming person but the rudeness directed towards me lately is set on another level completely. As if he was trying to push me away, to purposely make me want to leave him on my own accord with an extra little push from his coldness. He should have known that I'm not so easily disheartened and I don't run from problems – I run through them.

The little funk I was in moments ago ceased to exist as I tried to lighten the mood. "Freeman you sure can talk your way out of any damn thing, huh?" I smirked devilishly with a mischievous glint in my eyes. My hand went to rub his leg before I purred and leaned closer to whisper the next words next to his ear. "I wonder if you can talk me out of a certain piece of clothing."

That cloud of lust that fills Huey's eyes when the mood changes to a much more intimate one didn't make its usual presence known. Instead, he shook his head and removed my hand from his leg. "Later. I have plans already."

I groaned and huffed. "It's always plans with you! I should have stayed home and pleasured my damn self the whole week instead of relying on you."

Huey's eyebrow rose amusingly. "I'm not your personal sex slave."

"You don't know how many men would love to be in that position."

We both stood up and walked towards the exit but I stopped and turned around quickly which caused Huey to bump into my impulsive change of direction. My eyes were downcast embarrassedly as I began to speak. "Sorry for blowing up earlier. You had me really thinking you didn't trust me enough or I wasn't special enough for you to tell me but now I know it's the opposite… So thanks for clearing all that up."

Warm heat engulfed me as I was unexpectedly embraced into a hug by Huey. As if my face wasn't already the shade of a tomato.

"No problem. It's what friends are for."

It's what friends are for.

Friends.

Friends.

Friends.

It's crazy how a single word can stand out in an entire phrase. All of those reassuring thoughts I had earlier instantaneously replaced with a feeling of overwhelming sorrow and doubt. I didn't know that I was capable of going from a feeling of security to a feeling of insecurity all in the span of a second.

I stiffened under his touch which failed to go unnoticed. "What's wrong?" Huey backed out of the comfortable hold and his hands traveled to the top of my shoulders to look over me properly. There was a look of concern etched across his face.

"N-Nothing," I mumbled uncharacteristically as I tried blink back the sudden tears that sprang to corners of my eyes. "You know what? I just remembered I was supposed to do a sparring session with Vanity…Yea. Can't start slipping."

I closed my eyes to prevent any unshed tears from falling and plastered on my usual sly grin as I was still facing him. An air of uncertainty radiated over him which I ignored. I turned abruptly to the door and exited the room as if I couldn't get out fast enough. I rushed through the house until I was able to find the back door exit leading towards the outdoor patio. My eyes scanned quickly to make sure I was indeed alone before I leaned against the railing. Silent sobs racked my body and tears flowed freely as I came to terms with where I stood with Huey.

After all this time, I would think that he would label what we had as something much deeper than friends. We comforted each other, we made love to each other, and we shared so many secrets no one else knew about each other. We took care of each other in more ways than one. What more could a guy want in a relationship? Yet we were still stuck under the friendship category according to him. I'd be lying if I said it didn't bother me because it did. I was distraught over it. Could say it's ironic that I used would look down so harshly on women that allowed themselves to get into these situations and here I am. I just wanted to stop the pain.

Why does this hurt so much?

Jazmine

Eyes opened frantically. Drops of perspiration rolled off my body. Goosebumps invaded my arms. Irregular breathing escaped my lungs.

Another nightmare…Again.

I should honestly be used to it at this point. I should just pep talk myself every time before I go to bed like 'Hey, you're going to have a really bad dream tonight about marrying your lunatic ex-fiancée and your father being completely ok with that. But hey at least you can wake up to being held captive by people that hate them just as much as you do maybe even more. So be a good sport…eh?'

I tried my best to push those thoughts out of my head and focus on the reality of everything. I'm not married to Cairo. I'm never getting married to Cairo. I'm a hostage. I hate my father. Etcetera.

I sighed and decided to face the day. That's what would get me by through this unknown stay. Just survive another day and another and another until maybe I could do more than just survive. Maybe one day I could live again.

It's a good thing that Cindy included sportswear within the bundle of clothing she dropped off for me that one time. I figured out what I would be doing for at least a few hours this morning because I was in desperate need of releasing all this built up frustration. I put on some black and white striped leggings with a matching sports bra.

Ever since I revealed the truth behind the madness, I've been able to have a little bit more freedom around the property. Not much but a lot more than I had when I originally arrived to this place. At least I have no creepy bodyguards to follow me around anymore. As a matter of a fact, I haven't seen a single guard around here since that traumatizing day. It feels like a ghost town in here sometimes with everyone else preoccupied with other things. Even Cindy, the one I used to dread seeing multiple times daily I haven't seen since that meeting. I'm not complaining though. If i'm being perfectly honest I rather enjoy the fact of not having to tread lightly on thin ice.

The biggest relief of all was the new ankle bracelet I received allowing me to roam around more freely and even go outside to a certain distance. I'd prefer not to be tracked down like a dog but I'll take whatever progressive leniency given to me. If it means that I'm that much closer to gaining their trust then I'll do as much as I need to. At the same time without making it seem like I'm a pushover and standing up for myself anytime they try to revert back to their previous treatment when it involved me.

I arrived at the fitness room I discovered the other day and was startled to see someone already there in the middle of an intense workout. I vaguely recognized her as the woman I met that was well… very affectionate. Too affectionate to be honest. I remember her name precisely for that reason. Vanity.

Maybe if I back away slowly, she won't realize I'm-

"Well, if it isn't Cassandra?!" A shrill, friendly voice greeted me.

Damn it. I stopped my attempt to flee and greeted her with a wary forced smile. "Good morning, Vanity."

A soft, unique sounding giggle escaped through Vanity's lips. "Oh I'm just messing with you darling. I might as well just drop the act, huh?"

My eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. "I don't follow-"

"Good morning, Jazmine."

"Ohhh, yea. That." I replied understandingly while letting out a small good-humored laugh. "If you want to keep working out then I'll just come back later."

"No, girly! Stay please! Plus, I could use a partner and it would be nice to be able to have some girl talk too."

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't cautious of what would constitute as girl talk from the peculiar woman in front of me. At the same time I needed to seem self-assured and abandon my usual timidity. So I played along. "Uh, sure."

The sports bottle hissed as Vanity gulped the cold liquid. I started to get on the floor and do warm-up exercises so not to pull any muscles. I felt eyes glued to me as my head bowed to the ground. I looked up and briefly met her eyes without a trace of fear then switched positions to stretch the other side of my body.

"Did you know that Cairo uses Viagra? I mean you poor woman I can't begin to imagine what kind of sex life you had with him. Honey if he couldn't get it up then don't blame yourself because you are gorgeous…Out of everything that's happened that has got to be the most tragic."

I'm pretty sure I blanched and I lost my balance and I momentarily forgot how to breathe. Shock wasn't the word. It just wouldn't do any justice to how I wasn't able to process what she just expressed casually as if commenting on the weather. I mean seriously. What kind of messed up ice breaker was that? If anyone ever wants to learn the art of completely making whoever you're around uncomfortable in minus 10 seconds then she's the go to woman.

"Well you get right to the point, don't you?" I snorted.

"It's my specialty," she giggled playfully. "But seriously, how was it?"

She can't be serious. I know she can't be serious. "What?!"

"The sex, silly. How. Was. It."

I take that back. She can be serious because apparently she doesn't have a modest bone in her body. I'm pretty sure she doesn't even know the definition of it. "I wouldn't know. How about you ask the women he screwed behind my back?"

I stood up somehow managing to get through my stretching. Vanity's eyes widened and her mouth formed a small 'oh'. "You're telling me you're about to marry this guy and you haven't gone to pound town with him?"

I cringed. "I haven't gone to pound town with anyone," I muttered with an obvious distasteful enunciation on the words pound town.

Vanity gasped loudly. "Don't tell me you're a-"

"Virgin." I finished and shrugged in reply. My eyes wandered disinterestedly to the side. "So?"

She shook her head in disbelief as if I made the most outrageous statement and gave me a look most people gave once they find out a 25 year-old woman is a virgin by choice. Like somehow trying to come up with every possible reason why because apparently that scenario was simply unacceptable. I didn't need to justify to anyone my reasons.

Sex, to me, was an act that required someone to be completely vulnerable to someone else. The definitive deed of giving one's self to another and if I was going to do that then it would be with the right person. Maybe that's why it never happened with Cairo. Maybe, even though we were engaged and I was completely enamored by him, that's why there was something deep inside forcing me not to follow through every time I almost crossed that line. And on those days where I was the one being overly affectionate to the point where I just wanted him in every single way possible something in him wouldn't allow it. It's really strange but...

Thank God. A shiver ran down my spine thinking about what if I actually had sex with Cairo. That psychopath touching me, tasting me, and… Ugh! Absolute disgust and so many other foul emotions ran through my body physically churning my stomach.

A gentle hand touched my shoulder and I looked down to see the owner.

"You don't have to explain to me why you just caught me way of guard, girly. But on one condition…" A lustful, dark glint ran through her eyes.

"And what's that?"

"When you do have your sexual awakening pencil me in, would you?" She winked playfully and her tongue seductively licked her lips. "I work wonders with my tongue."

"Uh-"

"Joking, but if you're serious then that works too."

I don't even know why I gave her the satisfaction of a reaction anymore. I'm pretty sure she gets off on that the most. The downtrodden feeling I've felt for the past few days seemed to dissipate as I came to a startling revelation. "You know, you're a really messed up person but you're the nicest out of everyone I met so far."

She chuckled and tilted her head to the side slightly. "Thanks for the sort of compliment. I don't discriminate and besides you just seem like you need someone to brighten your day. However way that may be."

Brighten? I don't know about that but it was definitely a distraction that I almost felt normal for a moment. Like the only worry I had was a conversation with a weird chick and not what was actually going on. A small smile graced my lips. "Yea, you're right…sort of."

She imitated my smile and clasped her hands together. "Good girl talk! Now, girly…Let's see what you got in the ring."

Hiro

When was the last time I left this room? I thought to myself as I sighed deeply and sank lazily into the comfortable office chair. I lit a cigarette and exhaled deeply once the smoke fully infiltrated my throat. My eyes closed in content and my mind wandered.

I'm pretty sure I've been in here for the past two days losing myself in the computer screens placed in front of me. Computer codes and names I came across while hacking were the only things keeping me company. The only time I can fully remember stepping outside for a breath of fresh air was breaking into the apartment of Jazmine Dubois. Which was actually quite troublesome at first and getting past the thick security presence was a pain but I did it. Ultimately her story was confirmed but I'm just not buying it as easily as the others. What shocks me the most out of all of this is Huey's entertainment of the idea that she really wants to help us as if she's not some crazy bitch we kidnapped trying to win one over on us.

Once I was finished with the cancer stick, I crushed the butt into an ashtray amongst at least two packs worth of others and stood up to stretch out my cramped limbs.

I was in need of a shower and sex.

Sleep too, but that was more of an afterthought. My nose caught whiff of my stench and I grimaced in revulsion. Definitely a shower. Without further ado, I left my hideout and went to my room to take a nice long shower that would have been better accompanied by sex but I'm pretty sure Vanity was in the training room at this hour. She usually was around this time anytime she came over. I dried off, dressed, and headed to my destination.

As I neared the training room I couldn't help but overhear feminine voices. Two to be exact. Vanity and Jazmine. Curiosity got the better of me since I eavesdropped to see how exactly this exchange was going before knowledge of my presence would interrupt it. An eye peered into the room in order to see what was happening. Vanity was in the ring with Jazmine guiding her as if she was a master training her pupil.

"Which is your dominant hand?" Vanity asked.

"Right," Jazmine replied as she held it up.

"Ok, so you always want to have your dominate hand in the back while your other is about this much further ahead. Your legs mimic your hands." Vanity started to place Jazmine's hands and feet in the proper boxing stance. "Just like this." She smiled at the woman whom I was surprised to see returned the smile back without the normal hesitation that precedes her actions.

"Hiro-kun, you can come out now. Or are you afraid my young grasshopper is going to kick your ass?"

Cover blown. Jazmine, obviously unaware of the fact that she was being watched visibly tensed and turned to see where I would come from. I chuckled lightly and placed my hands in my pockets before revealing myself. "You caught me. Vanity mind stepping out for a sec?"

"Of course," she looked at Jazmine and gave her orders to practice easing in and out of the stance before following me out of the room and a little ways down the hallway where our voices wouldn't carry. Before I could say anything else, she engulfed me in a bear hug and placed light kisses across my jaw. "I missed you. The mission went alright?"

I immediately cut it short and backed out of the embrace. Now wasn't the time for pleasantries. Mustering my serious, expressionless face I scolded Vanity. "What are you doing?"

Her eyebrows knitted together obviously taken aback by the coldness. "What do you mean?"

"The only reason you're even allowed here is because you're to help us. Don't meddle with the merchandise-"

Words were cut short by the sting of a powerful slap that turned my head to the side. My hand went immediately to soothe the burning cheek and my eyes furiously locked with Vanity whose own were full of unbridled rage.

"Hiro don't call Jazmine merchandise ever again! The fact that she is not a vindictive bitch about everything shows that she has much more strength than a lot of people." Vanity normally was a carefree woman that didn't anger easily. Deadly nonetheless but one of the nicest people you'd ever come across. A little too nice for my liking. So I knew the aura changed drastically and her inner demon came out to play once the honorific was removed from my name. Still I wouldn't allow her frightening change in demeanor drop the point I needed to get across.

"And you've come to that conclusion after what? A few hours of doing some fucking squats?" I retorted hotly.

The scary demon Vanity disappeared and was replaced with the typical overly cheery one. "Hiro-kun you know out of everyone else that I can read people better than they can read themselves...I just don't get a bad vibe from her. She's hurting of course but I don't sense any ill will at least not directed towards any of you."

If there was another thing to praise Vanity on it was her intuition. Every time we were anywhere near a situation with dark features she was right there to make sure it was brought to light. If Vanity believed something was off, it was off. She just had a knack for that sort of thing. Still, my guard would remain up until I had further evidence than just a gut feeling to rely on.

I sighed. "Fine but just because you are getting all buddy buddy with her doesn't mean I'm obliged to."

"Oh really, Hiro-kun? That's a shame because if you did I don't know… Become a little friendlier towards her then it would definitely work out in your favor," she enthused provocatively before shrugging and examining her perfectly manicured nails. "But if you're so against it then by all means forget about it."

An inquisitive eyebrow rose as I grabbed her waist and brought her closer to me before replying. "You've piqued my interest. Hypothetically speaking of course, if I did become friendlier what would work in my favor?"

Vanity bit her lip innocently knowing damn well she was far from it and let out a small giggle. "You remember that thing you always wanted to do? The only one thing I refuse to do."

I stilled and felt a devilish smirk form. "You wouldn't…"

"I would if you met the requirements," she said before breaking out of my hold. A light peck grazed my cheek. "Now Hiro-kun I think I should be getting back to Jazmine. See ya."

My head turned and my eyes followed after her as she retreated. "Be ready in the morning to start that job with Cindy," I reminded as my eyes roamed hungrily all over her body.

"Yes Hiro-kun," the sweet voice trailed off as her voluptuous form disappeared from sight.

A slight shudder ran down my spine and an uncontrollable longing invaded my system. I looked down at my sudden arousal and groaned. Maybe being a little less on the creepy side towards the woman isn't such a bad idea after all.

Author's note: I'm not even going to lie. This was completely a filler chapter. There might be another one after this to really set the tone for what happens next but the good stuff will come in near chapters. Hopefully this will hold you over for a little bit.

Also to cease any questions about the mental breakdown, Jazmine absolutely doesn't have a personality disorder and I know how messed up it is to fake something like that. The relationship between her and her parents isn't all sunshine and rainbows as it appears. That will be explained in later chapters so stay tuned.

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