The Broken Blossom E-Book

Tonmoyee Kashyap

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Beschreibung

Ashton, the iconic teen, is fully happy and good with his life. He has got a good family, a good status in highschool with people swooning all over. But everything changes when a plot twist enters his 'Ashton-verse' when  is least expected. Only that the plot twist is not a human. Let's see how Ashton, his life and the lives of some else, too. 

Leseprobe

Tonmoyee Kashyap

The Broken Blossom

The change is in you

BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

Chapter I

“Please, sign it,” the delivery man asks handing me his pen and the pad of records, pointing me the place to put my signature on. I sign of quickly as the man in the grey uniform mumbles a thank you and walks away, handing me the parcel. None's at home and this I am surprised to find this parcel actually came to my name. I'd never received any parcels from anyone other than getting those online shopping stuff and food delivered at doors. Mostly, I'm not the one receiving that, too, it's always mom, who has gone out with some of her friends. I feel so glad when she goes out with her friends. Finally, got her something away from household chores. It's nice to see her live her life outside her 24×7 chores of being a mother, being a wife.

I put the parcel, which comprises of a brown cuboidal box, taped securely in my table in my room. I pull close the curtain of my window just near my study table, which gives the best view, of course. Just then, *ring*. My phone rings and I pick it, "Man, where are you? We're out. Come soon" Derek, a friend calls me out. We were supposed to go out today, I think.

"Yeah. Will be there in 10," I look at the mirror, pull at my shirt and swipe my hand through by brown hair, as the hazel pair stares at me. Then, I dash out of my room, hearing my door slams.

Chapter II

6th June, Saturday.

"Yeah. ’Night.” I stumble as I take the first step down the car, going towards my house, waving byes to the three boys in the car. 

“Be careful.” Derek says, “you’re pretty high.” Using the stupidest tone in history. Pretending that we're drunk, in some crazy party and its 2 in the night, while I stumble down my home.

Only issue, that it's just a stupid fiction of his stupid imagination which he used to tell me sometimes and laugh all to himself, until his deep set green eyes starts watering.

In reality, it's just a bit after 10, and I was in Derek's house, watching the same crap movie, on the excuse that we're doing a project that we've submitted, like months ago.

Derek, the person with an eternity of stupid jokes has come out to drop us in his car, which is again a stupid matter cause his house is about 7 minutes of walking distance from mine. But well, the other two, Nial and Tyler, they're some more minutes away. Derek like driving, quite a lot, and by now, his dad has given him his car, buying something else for himself.

I went in, shaking my head.

“Ash, it's noon”

Ugh.

Why do she has to wake me up? It's the weekend. And just like the body needs rest after the end of every day, it needs more rest at the end of the week.

But wait, that voice, “Sam?”

“Yes. It's the weekend, you remember?” She tells me as I can hear her heading upstairs, to my room, of course.

“Yes. I do,” I say to Sam, my elder sister. Sam visits us every weekend, that goes 4 times a month, that too, mostly she stays busy and cancels the visits. She didn't come for the last 2 weeks. She works in some banking stuff and her work place is really far to be done from home. So that's it, she's here.

“Wake up,” she comes in while I was still forcing myself to sit up, opening my eyes.

“I'm up.” I rub my eyes and sit up straight as I see her smiling at me.

She came near and ruffles my hair.

“Don't,” I warn her, as always, obviously.

“So tell me?,” she goes near my study table, the window beside my table still closed. She push it opens. I drag myself up the bed when she asks me, "what's this?" Her eyes and hands landing on the parcel I got yesterday. I shrugged, although she wasn't seeing me, her back faced me. "Who sent it?" She asks again, but I don't know. There's no name of the sender.

"Weird" she says again before I can say anything.

I don't know what I'm to say about that, I know I should've opened it, but, yes, it's still not touched. I didn't get time, actually.

I walk down the bed and pull at my sheets, straightening them, cause, well, Sam is here, also I try to keep it, my room, my bed, my clothes okay. An average grade for that!

"Lets eat something," she walks out of my room as I head to the bathroom. "Do tell me what there is," she peep through the door and tells me. I put my toothbrush in my mouth and look at her. She almost looked like at times we're young and there's my birthday. She'd make sure I show and tell her every detail of every gift I receive. I usually didn't open my gifts the very day. I never liked to, and she'd tell me to unwrap each one, but I never found that job as interesting as she found, so I'd just doze off near her, as she keeps opening those. Lost and happy within herself. It was almost that it's her right.

Currently moving the brush to and fro, I'm thinking, what could be in that box?

Chapter III

7th June, Sunday.

*ping*

Uh. I am fully concentrating on the last scene of the third movie I'm watched this night. Just as my phone receives a notification, I pull the charging cable out of my phone and tap it on.

'Dear customer, your data pack has been expired on 6th June. Kindly recharge your number to resume the connection, as per your choice'

Damn.

What the hell. How am I going to survive now? I check the time, not on my phone but my wall clock. 4 in the morning? Great. It's almost morning and I spent the night watching movies. Yesterday, Saturday, wasn't much of anything. After waking up at nearly noon, I just went out for some time and well, the night for the movies.

I switch off my laptop and stand out of bed, to my table, the white curtain showing traces of light rays. I flung slide the curtain, and open the window, slowly.

Suddenly, a gush of air briskly touches my face... and vanish into nothingness, giving its cold, soft touch for a moment, a fraction of a second. As if the air told me that it exist and it's happy that I do, too. The sunlight from the corner of the horizon comes straight to my face. It's not hurting my eyes as it's supposed to, the light is too soft. The light that lightens the entire world at once. The light that's always there, but we hardly thank for its existence. The beauty, might always looks like they're for granted but only.

The soft light hits my face as I breathe in, the cold pleasant air of the morning fills me up. These are the moments I truly feel good of. Good of the small miracles happening around. Maybe my existence does have a reason. And every moment, I'm just being prepared for that. These beautiful sights. As the light was growing stronger, I finally take my eyes away from looking almost straight at the newly rising sun, it won't be soft on me all the time. I turn in and my sight landed on the parcel.

Shit.

I should've opened it by now. I can be such a lazy person, at the same time thinking of my reason of existence?

Finally, I hand it and tear open the nasty packing, with nothing else but my address and name stuck to it.

Chapter IV

7th June Sunday.

Hell.

I hand it and tear open the nasty packing, with nothing else but my address and name stuck to it.But hell.

What's it now?

It's a .... book? No, wait. ... a notebook?

With a Brown hard cover. It's a notebook. I turn the notebook in front of my eyes, holding it out. Then instead of opening to the first page, I started flipping through the pages. Holding one end and letting the pages fall one after the another.

Just then, the phone vibrates. I mostly put it in silent mode at night, maybe, I put it on vibration today. I leave the notebook on the table and launches myself to pick up the phone, lying on the bed.

Who calls at 4 AM?

"Man, up for a game?," It's Derek, with his forever enthusiastic voice.

"Data over," I said and I'm sure my voice was totally opposite of how he sounded. It serves right for a 4 AM call.

"How the hell is your data over?" He asks. Okay, anyone, just put some sense in this person. How can he be such a combination of a young kid, asking silly questions, and a kind of a charming young lad for many.

"Maybe tomorrow and why are you up?" I ask him. He should've been asleep right?

"Oh. Right. It's late right? I gotta sleep," and he just clicked it off.

Well, just let him know that's it's morning.

Wait.

I need to recharge my phone.

Chapter V

7th June, Sunday.

My eyes landed on my table as I flung them open.

No. Really.

I really need to see it and know whatever it is. I'm getting really irresponsible. What if it was something important. And what'd happen if there's something for me to do? There can be anything right?I climb down my bed, by back aching due to whatever posture I was sleeping by, cause I've fallen asleep at 4 in the morning. I grab it and flip the cover to reveal the first page.

Jennifer Ruth Earl.

The door creaks and I turn to see my sister sneaking in, but before I could see her I said, “I’m up.”

I know its her just to see if I'm awake. Mom does that every single day, since I remember and when Sam's here she does that.She opens the door wide and walks in, “Who's that from?”I turned the page to show her, 'Jennifer Ruth Earl.' She looks at me raising her eyebrows, confused. Of course she doesn't know her.

"A friend," I mouthed. Well, the person whose one and only wish is to kill me.

"Okay, listen," she started, "I'm going back today"