10 YEARS LATER
MIRA'S POV
A lot of things have been happening over the last 10 years, starting with my divorce from Donald, Skylar falling sick and being taken to Russia for treatment, to me getting married to Damien and giving birth to quadruplets.
Skylar had spent ten damn years of her youth in Russia after her treatment, going through the same thing I did at sixteen.
The only difference is, she started at the age of six. Becoming a skilled assassin. While that is the right age for learning stuff like that to instill the zeal in them, I was against the idea.
It was my dad's idea, just like he did to me then.
But on the bright side, Skylar will be coming back this Christmas and for good, so that is the only reason why I've been allowed to facetime her since I last did during summer break. Parents and loved ones are only allowed to communicate during the holidays.
I've called her three times in a row with no response from her. So I switched to my mother. She picks up after the third ring.
"Mira darling, How are you dear?" Regina Ventpack, even as old as she is, she is still as agile looking as she was then. Though looking extremely thin and pale, she still has her natural elegance and shine, even her orange hair that's expected to fall off or look shrily and gray, still looks pretty.
"I'm fine mum, have you heard from Sky? I've been trying to face time her to no avail."
She dips her brows and shakes her head. "She could be in classes..."
"Christ Mum, it's Christmas! Can't she get a break? I need to speak to her."
"Okay, I don't know alright, I was just saying. Don't go all ninja mode on me, young lady."
I sigh, then close my eyes. When I open them again, I see a notification from Sky. "I'm sorry, mum just that I've been on edge lately. I don't know how Sky would take the news of the quadruplets."
"Just talk to her already, she's your child. I'm sure she'll understand."
"Okay, mum. Thanks for the advice. I'll call you later." I end the call and check Sky's message. Just as mum said, she had classes.so I tried calling her again. It rings twice before she picks.
SKYLARS POV.
Grunt. Kick. Punch. Kick. Duck. Grunt. Double punch. I've been going like this for hours non-stop.
Headphones set over my ears, blasting the song Unstoppable by Sia, on repeat until the ringtone of my phone blasts through.
I stop my workout and start taking off my bandages. I grab my phone from the bench and, as I thought, it's my mum.
"Hey mum," her voice rings through, loud with an American accent to it. "Hey baby, happy birthday love, how's Russia?"
I take my seat as I unstrap my remaining bandages. "Great. Russia's great. How's home?" The word home feels foreign on my lips because I've grown to know Russia as my home, though I don't show it, as it would break my mum's heart, since being the only one against my travel to Russia.
"Home misses you dear, speaking of home, do you know when you'll be coming back?"
I know this is the purpose of her call. Ever since mum got remarried without me being there, our relationship hasn't been the ideal mother and daughter type. It's always like she's walking on eggshells around me and I don't like it.
"I don't know yet, mum, I still have my last mission to do before coming back. But when I know, I'll let you know..."
********************************************
"Hey Sky!"
Turning to the source of the voice, I waved. "Hey V, wassup."
Taking my water bottle from the bench, I unscrewed the cap and took a huge gulp of water before setting it down. The song had repeated, I took off the headphones.
"You know wassup!" I groaned in frustration.
"V, I don't." She looked at me with her infamous 'I'm not falling for your bullshit' look. I traded hers with my award-winning blank expression.
"It's your sixteenth birthday today, you dummy." So much for having a big sis who is supposed to have your back. My own big sis doesn't give a fuck.
Technically, Violet isn't really my sister, just that my stepfather had adopted her after rescuing her and many others from human traffickers and a brothel. She had suffered a lot from sexual harassment and was traumatized at a young age of eight. Not my story to tell.
"Oh that. Yeah, I guess."
She throws me a withering gaze. "You guess?" she scoffs. "If you've forgotten, let me remind you then." She smacks me under my head. I growled at her. "It's time for your biggest and final test so you can go home. Or don't you want to see your family again? Common don't act like a bitch."
"I'm not acting like a bitch! I just don't really like the idea of leaving you guys here, of leaving Nonna behind."
She stares at me with her bottom lip tucked between her teeth. "Yeah, I understand, but you have the rest of your life waiting for you over there. Were still here, you know, you're free to visit anytime."
"Yeah, the rest of my life that had already moved before I could blink my eyes. Mira got married to Damien two years ago after their daughter turned eight! Nobody deemed it fit to let me witness their marriage! I am just going back to the rest of my life that will make me feel unwelcome. Does Sasha even know who I am? Who knows, maybe Ryker has forgotten about me!"
"I'm sure Ryker hasn't forgotten you. But I heard she's just like you but tinier."
Dam, does everyone have to remind me that I'm tiny? I'm not complaining, I love my size. "Yeah, the ten-year-old version of me. But come on, I'm not that tiny!"
"Yep, not in those curves and boobs though. I'm already dating and technically your sister. If not, you could have been my girlfriend. But you can still join us," she says, wriggling her brows at me.
"Eww, V. Thanks, but I'm straight." I glanced at my watch, it read 3:49. Combat class.
"See you later V, combat calls."