Chapter 6 Regrets

• ADOPTED HEIR **Regrets**                  Nathaniel's P O V
• I opened my eyes slowly the next day and felt a wave of dizziness hit me. 
• I groaned and tossed about in my big bed. 
• What is the time? What day is it today? I wondered as I took my hand to my heavy head. 
• "You are awake, young master, you are awake." I heard the voice of our maid. 
• I struggled to sit up on the bed. Why is my head so so heavy?  
• "Good morning, I'll go let madam know," the maid informed and immediately ran out of my room. 
• Mom must have told her to watch me for her to be in my room. 
• What the hell happened anyways? Why do I feel so... 
• "Nathan dear. Nathan I was so worried last night. What happened?" Mom shouts rushing into my room. 
• I lifted my head to stare at her. 
• "Morning mom," I greeted. 
• "Yes, morning. What happened? Why did you drink so much last night? What on earth made you drink that much?" Mom scolds. 
• "I don't know." I mumbled and kept holding my head. 
• "Why does my head feel so heavy? I'm feeling really weird too." I ask. 
• "That's because you drank too much last night. Luckily I've prepared a hangover soup for you. It'll make you better, I guess you aren't attending school either. Come, stand up." She took my hand and lifted my up. 
• The memories of last night flashed back into my head instantly. I released a light scream and sat down back on my bed. 
• What the... 
• Wait..  
• Why am I just remembering this? I met Isabella last night. It's her birthday, I gave her a present and... 
• Oh my God!  
• What did I do next? What have I done?  
• I immediately stood up on my feet again. 
• "Mom," I called my mom who was keenly watching me. 
• "Yes?" She answered. 
• "You said who brought me home last night?" I inquired. 
• "Your..your driver brought your home last night. You had passed out in your father's bar after drinking too much." Mom replies. 
• "Was..was I alone?" I asked staring at her fearfully. 
• "Why are you giving me that long Nate? Is something wrong?" Mom asked moving closer to touch my forehead. 
• "Mom." I called again. This time more seriously. 
• "Yes, what is it?" 
• "Was I alone please? I need to know." I asked. 
• "Yes, your driver met you alone on the sofa asleep. So he brought you home." She explained. 
• "Are...are you sure?" I asked. 
• Mom scoffed at my question. 
• "You know me, Nate. I'll make sure to know every little detail. That's what I found out." She answered. 
• I sat down back after that. 
• Maybe it was just a dream. There is no way on earth I'll be able to do what I just remembered. There is no way on earth I'll force myself on someone right? 
• Oh goodness please. I hope I'm right. I hope I didn't do anything bad to her. 
• Let's just keep calm. Let's keep calm nothing happened. Nothing happened. I only drank and passed out alone on the sofa of my father's bar.  
• But.. Isabella definitely came to the bar last night right? She came right. I had her friend bring her and I..I gave her one of my mom's gift to me.  
• Then when did she leave the bar? When exactly? Or did I really do what I remembered right now? 
• Goodness please. I'm going crazy here. 
• "Nathaniel!!" I lifted my head to look up at my mom. 
• She has been yelling my name but I've not been listening to her. 
• "Ye..yes," I answered. 
• "What is wrong with you? Why do you have that look on your face. Did you do something wrong?" Mom yells. 
• "No. I didn't. I was just trying to remember last night's incident, I was supposed to meet up with someone there, but I guess I didn't meet up with the person again." I said forcing a smile to my face. 
• She stares at me for minutes before sighing. 
• "My sweet boy, behave yourself. Don't let your dad keep getting mad at you alright. Don't steal his drink or threaten his workers to allow you entry into the bar. You are not up to age yet, wait until you're eighteen. Next year you'll turn seventeen, you'll turn eighteen upper year. There is no need to rush things. Behave yourself okay?" She adviced. 
• I nodded twice in responds. 
• "I will," I added. 
• "Okay then, come on. Go and brush your teeth now. We'll spend today together," she pulled me up from the bed and led me to my bathroom to brush. 
• But really? I need to confirm things. I need to make sure what I just remembered didn't happen, if it indeed happened then I don't know what I'll really do. 
• I hope it's not true. I hope I didn't ruin my chances with Isabella, I hope I didn't force myself on her.  
• * * 
• I got off my car the next day and started heading to my class. 
• "Nathan!"
• "Nathan!!" My friends yelled and rushed to me. 
• "We have been waiting for you. You haven't explained why you didn't come to school yesterday," Paul said walking beside me. 
• "Guys, don't bring it up. I had a hangover, but there is something I'll really like to know." I say. 
• Peter and Jay looks at each other and then turn to face me. 
• "What is it?" Peter and Paul asked together. 
• "Did Isabella attend class yesterday? Did she come to school?" I asked. 
• "Nope." Paul answered. 
• Jay smiled. 
• "We thought you two planned to sneak out to somewhere yesterday. Since we didn't see you two, that's what I thought," Jay said. 
• "Yeah, I thought so too." Peter smiled too. 
• "So what happened? Did you really sneak to somewhere with her yesterday? Did your plan of using the birthday gift to make her accept you work?" Paul inquires. 
• I took my hands to my head then. 
• The memories flashed back into my head. 
• "Oh no!" I whispered. 
• "What is it?" The three of them asked at once. 
• "What of her best friend? What of karen?" I questioned. 
• "She...she came in very late yesterday. She looked like a walking ghost, I guess because she was left out of you two's plan." Peter smirked.  
• "That's not it. Is she in school now?" I asked rushing towards her class. 
• "Probably," I heard Jay reply from behind. 
• I got to Isabella's class and entered. The girls start staring at me as usual but I search for Karen with my eyes and found her in the back roll. She has her head placed on her desk. 
• I quickly ran over to her desk and tapped her. She lifted her head to stare at me. 
• Her eyes were teary, it's obvious she's been crying. 
• * 
• "Let go of me!" Karen screams at me. 
• "Karen, I'm sorry but I really need to know where she lives." I pleaded with her. 
• "How could you do that to her? I only wanted to help you two since you said you liked her. I never knew you were such a monster. How could you?" She yells angrily at me. 
• "Okay, I'm sorry. Just tell me where she stays for goodness sake. I need to go apologise for what I did. It was never my intention." I say. 
• "No! She'll hate me more if I do that. I'll never try to bring you two together again. Now her grandma also hates me." She took her thumb to her face to dry her tears away before storming out of the garden where I brought her to. 
• "What did you do?" I heard Paul ask from behind. 
• "You..you raped her?" 
• "Oh..my... goodness. How did it happen? Its shocking." Peter also says. 
• "Are you okay?" Jay also asked. 
• "I don't know. I need to go home. Mom can help me find out where she lives, /" I reply them all at once then rushed out from the garden. 
• I ran out from the school and took a cab home since my driver already left the school with my car.  
• I got home to see my mom already dressed to go to her friend's place. 
• "Nate." She calls surprised to see me back home and in tears.  
• "Mom." I called back and went to hug her. 
• I really can't believe I did that. I kept deceiving myself, telling myself that it was all a horrible dream. I should have found out earlier. 
• "Mom," I called again as she also hugged me to herself. 
• "What is it? What is it Nate, you are scaring me." Mom asked disengaging from the hug. 
• "Mom I did something terrible. Please don't tell dad on me. I..I..hurt someone, I shouldn't have done that to her." I say. 
• Mom looks around and decided to take me to her room because of the servants around. She locks the door and turned to fully face me. 
• "What did you do, Nathaniel? What did you do that made you like this?" Mom asked with a stern voice. 
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