C5 5

Note: All characters, places and events in this novel are fictional. None of it or 'them' can be seen in real actual life.

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The cab soon arrived at the dry cleaning or laundry company. Kavinsky got down from the cab and carried his laundry basket along with him. He entered the waiting room and went directly to the receptionist behind the marble cabinet. She was typing something away on her computer when he got there. He knocked twice on the cabinet to gain her attention.

Tthe he receptionist looked up and grinned immediately she saw who it was.

"Kavinsky", she called out with a smile plastered to her face and stood up from her seat.

"Hi, am here to drop some clothes", he said, going straight to the point.

"Oh!", she said sharply, somewhat disappointed.

"But of course, you are in a dry cleaning company, so-", she added immediately and trailed off .

"Yeah, obviously", Kavinsky replied nonchalantly.

"Pass it here, I will make the arrangements quickly", she said beckoning at the laundry basket he was holding.

"Thanks, Janet", he said with a smile.

The cloth was checked and the price for that many clothes was billed to Kavinsky.

"I will come back for the clothes later in the day", Kavinsky said while paying for the clothes.

"That's fine", Janet said and Kavinsky left immediately he had finished making the payment.

He walked back outside and entered the cab that had just dropped someone off at the dry cleaning company. He wasn't going to spend his day, sitting at some dry cleaning company and wait for them to finish making his clothes clean. And he also had no time for a chit chat with some dry cleaning company receptionist.

'No no no, it is definitely not for me', he thought before bringing out his phone.

He spent the little drive checking his whatsapp messages. He has tons of messages from a particular contact; Vanessa. He massaged his head with his thumb and middle finger when he saw the messages and switched off his phone.

He wasn't ready to face replying to Vanessa's messages as well.

He looked outside the window when he got to the house next to his but the person he had intended to see was already gone. He looked all around the house but saw no traces of her.

"We are here", the cab driver's voice made him realize the cab had come to an halt.

He thanked the man who is in his late forties and got down from the cab.

He walked slowly into the sitting room and walked up the stairs quietly. He soon arrived at his room doorstep and opened the door slowly.

"Honey, is that you?", he heard his mother's voice from the next two rooms and he rushed into his bedroom quickly.

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Mrs Mark felt scared when she got no answer. She left the clothes she was neatly folding and stood up from the bed. She looked around her and her eyes fell on the glass vase beside her make up table and dressing mirror.

She walked towards it and carried it carefully.

'I hope it's not what I am thinking', she thought and walked out of her room.

"Hello?", she called out again before walking towards Kavinsky's room.

She turned the doorknob slowly and walked in immediately it was ajar.

She walked further in until she was in the middle of the room before she felt someone's movement at her back. She turned immediately and aimed her vase up at the person, hoping to hit 'their' head.

Kavinsky caught the vase almost before it hit him. Mrs Mark opened her eyes which she had closed before she had wanted to smash the vase on whoever's head it was.

"Seriously mother?", Kavinsky asked before sighing shortly.

"What? I thought it was a burglar trying to burgle our house through your room's window!", she explained.

They both looked towards the window at the same time and saw that it was closed.

"So you brought a glass flower vase?", Kavinsky asked in utmost disbelief

"Yes. I needed to protect myself with something even if truly a burglar was in our home", she said and brought the flower vase down.

"Next time, you should run mother", Kavinsky said while walking towards his study table

"Oh honey, I have always known that you care about me", Mrs Mark said with a soft tone.

"Nope, I said that so you would save me from all these frustration and disturbance. You would not have to come to my room at all if you had run to save your life", Kavinsky said with a smirk.

Mrs Mark raised the vase up to show him that she still had a weapon with her. She gave up with a sigh and walked towards the door. She can't bear to hit him with the case.

"I am not sure if you really are the child I gave birth to", she said sarcastically and closed the door with a loud thud.

Kavinsky laughed a little before bringing out his laptop to search for answers to that projects once again.

He was about to start working when his phone started buzzing. He looked at the caller and took a deep breath before picking up.

"Hey baby", the person on the other end said with a giggle.

"Hi Vanessa", he said massaging his forehead.

"what's wrong? You do not sound too good", Vanessa said with worry laced in her voice.

"I am fine. Why did you call?", Kavinsky asked.

"You have not been calling me and you are not even replying my messages", Vanessa complained with a sad, childish pout on her face as she spoke.

'When have I even ever called you first? You are always calling all the time', Kavinsky thought

"I am really busy right now, Vanessa", Kavinsky said nonchalantly with a sigh.

"Oh, I will call you later then", Vanessa said after a while

"No, let's just talk when we see each other in school tomorrow", Kavinsky said almost immediately.

"Okay then. I can't wait to see you!", Vanessa replied with a high pitched shriek

"Yeah, me too",Kavinsky replied and cut off the call.

He dropped his phone on the right side of his table and heaved another sigh before logging in into the internet.

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Kaylee walked into the house back after enjoying the morning breeze. She placed her drawing materials on the couch in the sitting room and walked up the stairs. She passed by her room and went directly towards her father's own.

She heaved a huge sigh before knocking on the door

"Come in", she heard her father say from inside the room and she turned the doorknob.

Her Dad was working on his laptop when she walked in. He turned to look at his back and gave her a dry smile when he saw her. Kaylee sat on the bed and looked down at her fingers before she spoke out.

"I want to talk to you", she said silently and slowly, causing her father to turn his chair to face her in concern

She looked up at his face and he signalled for her to go on.

"I thought about it. You loved mother, there is no way you would want me to forget all about her. I am very sorry for what I said to you, I shouldn't have said all of that and I regret it now. I am sorry", she said as tears started to cloud her eyes.

Mr Blaine stood up from his seat and took another seat beside Kaylee on the bed. He hugged her tightly and let her dirty his shirt with all her snot and tears.

"I would never want you to forget your Mom. Even if I wanted to, there is no way I could do it because she will always be here in all three of us", Mr Blaine said and touched Kaylee's chest with his finger.

"She has become a part of all the things she has ever touched or made", he added and never stopped hugging Kaylee.

They stayed like that for some minutes before Kaylee spoke up again.

"I have decided. I am going to attend that school that you talked about", she said, releasing herself from her father's grip slowly

Her father widened his eyes in amazement and joy.

"It is what mother would have wanted me to do", she added and her father nodded in agreement before sighing.

"I am already applying for a job online as well. I am going to try my very best and take care of you and Laura. I want your mother to be proud of me wherever she is", Mr Blaine said in a low tone and with so much concern in his voice.

The two of them stayed like that for a while before Kaylee left the room. She walked to the room opposite her father's own and knocked on the door.

"Come in!", Laura's high pitched voice could be heard all across the hall.

Kaylee laughed at it and walked into the room

Laura gasped when she saw Kaylee in her room and went to hug her immediately before going back to her bed.

"What was that?", Kaylee teased

"Nothing", Laura replied immediately and Kaylee walked in further

"What are you doing?", Kaylee asked, taking a seat on the bed

"Making decorations for my room, you are free to help if you want to" Laura said nonchalantly but was secretly hoping Kaylee would help her with it.

"Sure, if you insist", Kaylee replied and they both laughed at it.

Soon, they were done with the room and Laura was ogling at it with contentment. She loved the way her room looked now, compared to the plain light blue colour that it had on it before.

"Now, let's do your room!", Laura announced with a huge grin on her face.

"No no no, I don't want glitters and ribbons on my bedroom wall", Kaylee replied immediately, as if she was already waiting for that announcement. She knew Laura too well.

"Do you want to make cookies instead?" Kaylee asked Laura after an awkward silence between the two of them.

"Sure. Dad and I bought a lot of groceries when we went out yesterday", Laura replied with a grin and they walked down the stairs towards the kitchen together!

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