Storm's POV

I waited in my office for Haze to arrive but it's as if the time was going slow. I was getting impatience and I couldn't focus on work.

Then I pulled out my phone and stared at our messages, thinking about everything from the past. Past when I first saw him, the past that changed everything for me and the past that I hate the most.

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I was only six years old then, sleeping in my room thinking about what any child could think of while dreaming but I was startled awake when I heard shouting.

I slipped out of my bed and started walking to the living room where my mom and dad were arguing about something.

"why did you do it?!! Tell me why! Why did you whore around with that woman?!!" My mom shouted as she glared at my dad who was looking away from her. I hid behind the wall and sat down hugging my knees, listening to them.

"Why are you silent now! Have you gone mute! Tell me Cale! Why did you you sleep with her. "

"it's none of your business, Martha. "

"none of my business! I'm your wife! The fucking mother of your fucking child and you're saying its not my business!!"

It was clear that my mom was angry and dad was keeping quite because he was guilty. My dad didn't answer anything that my mom asked but he did said something that made mom slap him hard.

"I never loved you, Martha. "

Was what he said.

After that day, there was fight everyday, my mom would say hurtful things to dad and he would keep quiet. She was angry at him and started drinking forgetting about me.

I too know by then that dad did something very wrong, but I couldn't hate him, he was the only person who fed me, took care of me, send me to school, even after everything, dad never forgot about me.

Later after a few days a lady come to our house, she was carrying a baby in her arms. Dad was happy to see them and he introduced us. Her name was Raina. She was really sweet and she was very nice to dad, she wasn't like mom. She showed me her baby and asked me if I want to name him.

I looked at his eyes and they were shining. His hand were so small and when I reached his hand he held my finger tightly. His eyes were like mist, and the words slipped my lips.

"Haze "

We started calling him that. Mom found out about Raina and she was angry, then she became aggressive and tried to hurt Raina and her baby. Grandpa came that day, he took mom and gave dad some papers. After that, I never saw mom. She left me.

I wasn't sad though. I had my dad, Raina and Haze. We moved out of our old house, moved to a bigger place where me and Haze grew up.

Dad was happy again and Raina treated me like her own. She would always help me with studies and I would help her by taking care of Haze and with little things like keeping him happy and distracted from Raina, so she can do her work.

I still remember the time when Haze started talking words. He was the cutest child while growing up. His first day of school, his first drawing competition, his first time bathing alone which didn't end well because he slipped and scratched his elbow. I was so scared after seeing him bleed like that. The first time he didn't cry after getting a shot.

But it all came to an end. When I was twelve and Haze was six, our parents, they died in a car crash. Our relative refused take us in, my mom never showed up, nor that I wanted her to but I was expecting that she would be there.

We were sent to orphanage. We changed schools got a shitty place to live in. Haze wasn't happy. We just lost our parents and now we were alone. But the place wasn't so bad. Even though the conditions of that place were shitty the people there were really generous.

We became friend with other kids and Haze was happy again. Even after getting so many friends Haze didn't stop bothering me. I wanted to play with my friend but he always stick with me. So one day I told him to go play alone and he went away.

I dread that day till now. He hurt himself. I rushed him as soon as other kids told me and I saw big sister taking him to clinic I followed. He was unconscious, he hit his head. Big sister was scared that he hit his eye and may not be able to see again and I was crying because it happened because of me. I didn't want to play with him and this happened.

When he woke up, he was okay. He smiled after seeing me and I started crying, hugging him to me and promising myself to never leave him alone ever.

The feeling that I was feeling that day were strange , still I never gave it any importance. But those feeling started growing. Everytime Haze would smile at me those feelings always comes back.

I was in highschool, had a girlfriend, Alice, she was said to be the most beautiful girl in the whole school and I had a best friend that would fight for me even though I never wanted him to.

Marcus was always the bad boy type, fighting people and getting whatever he want, with force. He never seems care about anything.

Me and Alice started off great but by time, I noticed that I don't feel anything with her, the feeling that should be there, the connection. It was never between us.

And I knew why.

I broke up with her, she slapped me but atleast we ended everything. By the time I was able to understand my own feelings, it was time for me to leave the orphanage.

I talked with big sister and she said that I can't take Haze with me even though I'm now an adult, because I'm not capable of taking care of him. She promised to take care of him.

Haze on the other hand wasn't really happy with everything. He didn't want to loose me, but I had to go. He kicked me and punched me saying I'm a liar and that I don't deserve to be his brother and I was hating myself.

I promised him that I'll take him with me. And he calmed down begging me to come back to take him. He was only twelve years old when again a family member left him.

Marcus helped me after that, offering me a place to live and helped me get new place and job. I visited Haze every weak but then I had to leave for college.

College was not what I planned it to be. Marcus's deep dark secret found us. His parents wanted him dead and his grandfather, who was a mafia boss was protecting him. Somehow I got entangled in everything. I couldn't leave my best friend in his dark days so I helped him.

After dealing with his parents or you can say after killing them, things were back to normal.

I heard of news from Big sister that some foster parents took Haze in and they needed to see me. I went back to orphanage but I didn't meet Haze.

I met the foster parents and they seemed like nice people so I let them foster Haze till I come back to take him. I kept in their contact with them and they told me everything that was happening.

I got busy in my studies and extra projects that my professor told me to help him with. It was a good working experience.

I got a sudden call from Mr and Mrs Tanner. Haze had depression and he was eating a lot. Like a lot. He was getting fat and then the news that he locked himself in his room and refused to eat. I didn't have a choice but I had to go.

I promised myself to meet him after I was capable of providing him with everything. I was still working on that but I can't leave him like this. Again, because of me he's hurt. I felt guilty and decided to go to him.

I needed to go home as soon as I can so Marcus helped me. He called his personal pilot to give us ride home in jet, perks of being rich. I still don't know how he was able to handle all the secrets his grandfather kept from him all this time.

Coming back wasn't planned and so wasn't planned were other things. When I held Haze in my arms ,I couldn't stop those feelings. I know what they were and it scared me. I was having pretty indecent feelings for my own brother. I was wanting him, for myself.

I stayed with him for a whole week ,scolding him to manage his diet, taking him with me for jogging and registered his name in a gym. His gym trainer was my highschool senior so I asked him to be strict on Haze. After a week ,I left.

I would call him daily to get his sleeping habits and eating habits in a regular pattern. Hard work paid off quite well.

Not for me and my feelings.

I was falling,

Falling so quickly and so hard.

So many things happened after that till I went back again, but this time, I was ready, ready to take him back with me.