When The Rain Falls - Book 1, N, Y. [read book txt] 📗

go to Mumbai, meet my real dad and just figure out the rest of my past?" 

 

 

"No honey, but yes. You weren't suppose to meet him until you were old enough to undersand. Elle i’m sorry, but it’s a lot to take in especially for me right now, knowing previous husband is alive, here in Mumbai and Henry is gone." she exclaims.

 

My eyes water at the mention of him.

 

It was mu fault, my fault that he was dead.

 

He was a second choice for my mom, but he wasn't for me.

 

 

I felt rage run through my veins as I tried to sit still.

 

"Are you even my mom?!" I yelled.

 

"Yes, i'm your mom. I gave birth to you. Elle, of course i’m your mother, why would you think that i'm not?"

 

I sigh and calm myself down.

 

"Okay mom tell me the truth, am I your daughter?"

 

"Yes, do you want to see the scars from when I gave birth to you?"

 

"No, but is Bali my real father?"

 

 

She replies. "Yes."

 

 

I ask a few more questions.

 

"Was Henry in your life ,only to fill the father figure, instead of Bali?"

 

"Yes."

 

I look away. This time in tears over my face, it seemed real.

 

"Is it true that you left Mumbai to run away from Bali and he stayed here in misery. So that you could wait until I was older to understand and see him for the first time in my life?"

 

 

I tried to steady my voice, but the words came out in a sob.

 

I look away, already reading the expression on my mom's face.

 

I cried thinking that all that time, I spent my life with the wrong dad and my mom knew.

 

And she didn’t care to tell me about it until now.

 

"I'm going back to New York, that's it."

 

"Elle stop, please don't leave again. Jacob needs you, I need you in my life. It's summer, please spend the rest of the week with us."

 

"I can't, it's too much." I reply in a cry.

 

 

Just when I thought I could love my father even more, I find out my dead step-dad, isn't even my real dad.

 

"I don’t know what to do now, I mean I just found out my mom didn’t tell me about my real father my whole entire life. The person who I called dad is actually my step father and my real dad lived in Mumbai this whole time, i've been raised in New York, Paris and Rosewood…" I start.

 

 

I paused and thought about the stories told and what Bali said 2 days ago.

 

 

"They told stories about me here in Mumbai while I was growing up, and about how my mom took me away with her and we both never returned to Mumbai.  I was suppose to return to my dad again. I don’t know what's real anymore but, my life just got a whole lot better and worse, since I got here and i depend on living it the way it was suppose to be for me. Life is striking me in the back, but i’ll try and get back up again, once more and get to know my real dad for the first time in my life. Gotta go and see ya next time.” - @SummerElleW_86

 

 

Spending the last few days in Mumbai, was something to think about.

 

Meeting my real father for the first time and figuring out I have a past here, had kept me from progressing furthur with my problems in Paris.

 

My own parents, never told me about the past that they would have want me to remember.

 

 

My step father is dead, so what next?

 

Who’s gonna fill the dad position in my life? Is Bali really my dad or is this a prank?

 

 

I pondered out the balcony of my hotel room, as I thought through moments in my life. How it came to be.

 

As soon as I arrived in London, I wanted to escape to Paris.

 

 

I can’t give up on the fact that I still don’t have anything left with Jacob ever since the fight.

 

I think we won’t be talking for a while, plus since Jacob’s not here.

 

It'll give me more time to think.

 

 

It’s nice to talk to Adam, because he listens.

 

I can’t choose between Jacob and Adam now.

 

I mean, Jacob’s been in my life since I arrived in London last year. We’ve known each other for over 9 months and I've felt that our relationship was going somewhere, until his mom showed up.

 

 

I don't get it.

 

My mom and real dad are slowly, working on bringing their relationship back on top after he told her abot meeting me.

 

After all the things they've been through, apparently it did work out and know i’m even more confused.

 

 

But at least I get to spend a moment and some time with my real dad.

 

 

We’ve been getting along since I first met him.

 

Mom rekindled the lost relationship with me and my real dad.

 

So everything’s fine between us.

 

 --

 

After a day's worth of thinking, I finally went to the palace to see where I was born and where I could've grown up.

 

This was the place where I could've lived my life, before I was whisked away from Mumbai to New York.

 

 

The palace is big, with everything is nice. Not a single plate missed a moment to sparkle, not even the rice.

 

I met the current king and queen to the throne aka my uncle and his wife.

 

 

They bowed in acceptance for my return to Mumbai, even though it was only for a few days.

 

 

They wore extravagant outfits, especially the queen who looked beautiful.

 

I was envious. 

 

"Greetings, the long time daughter of Bali from my dear brother. Elle has returned to her rightful home."

 

 

I swallow at the mention, was this my home?

 

I look around to mind anyone, anyone to give me a glass of water.

 

"Elle, welcome to Mumbai and this palace your home."

 

 

I nervously bow, God I hope that wasn't embarassing.

 

Next, the queen spoke.

 

 

"Come Elle, let me show you around as your parents settle in again."

 

 

She led me towards a hall filled with jewels, trophies and massive sculptures. Possibly made of gold.

 

I don't know.

 

 

She pointed to a picture, up on a wall. The same picture I saw in the restaurant that time I went to with Adam.

 

 

"See that picture, that is you. Your father had a keen eye on how you would like when your mother took you away from here. We had a photo of you, when you were a baby and your father guessed the rest of what you would like now."

 

"This is werid." i said softly.

 

How the hell do you have a picture,...or protrait of someone about how they'll look in the future. Based on the reference of a baby picture?

 

I was getting more and more curious.

 

 

I looked at the portrait and it looked a lot like me.

 

Scary.

 

My dad may be an accurate prophet.

 

 

The queen then led me down to a hallway, which makes a passage way towards a fountain inside the palace.

 

I wish I had a fountain in a palace.

 

 

She leads me to a secret door, which holdsto a great big mysterious room filled with gold, money, coins.

 

Jewels and many things to exchange over gold.

 

 

"This is the chamber room, where we keep our riches. You're welcome to come here anytime, but don’t take anything out of this room. Especially from the vault."

 

There's a vault?

 

 

She pointed out to two chairs, in the middle of the room and we sat down. She spoke.

 

"So tell me niece, how are you? You're adjusting to being the daughter of Bali I guess?"

 

 

I nod in excitement, to see the smile on her face.

 

"I know, it’s been hard. Going on for years when your father stepped down as king and me and my husband took the throne. Bali's brother got first dibs next in line after their father died, but Bali got married first." she says.

 

 

I nod, as if I knew what she was saying.

 

"Well, if I and my husband hadn’t took place as king and queen after Bali's devastated meltdown, what would have happened? People will be free to break rules and steal." she said.

 

 

She picked up some gold coins and fiddled with it in her hands.

 

"And the lost princess would have to be found, in order to be heir to the throne and rule Mumbai, but we took her place instead. Since we knew of her disapperance."

 

"But what, a coincidence. I'm alive, and here." I say.

 

She retraced what she said.

 

"Sorry, I meant we took your place. No offense, but you were never really the lost princess."

 

 

Something inside me  stirred, and I tried to look away.

 

But my eyes burned into hers.

 

There was something up with her.

 

 

The way she worded her sentences and even her tone.

 

 

Did she assume, and just threaten my bloodline?

 

"Our people would be able to make their own decisions if nobody ruled. Right?"

 

"Right," I said eagerly.

 

"And what are we to be, nothing but citizens too like everyone else. I can’t see myself living like a regular person on the streets of india." she says.

 

"Because you're royalty." I said, harshly.

 

 

She looked over to me concerned.

 

The queen seemed interested in my answers after a while.

 

"So in America, you have your own freedom to do whatever you want. No matter of it?"

 

I answered.

 

"Not really, but some things you have freedom to do. I don't know what to do with my life now, i'm royal blood and this is the life I could've had." I said looking at the pieces of gold.

 

She nods her head, knowingly.

 

"I know it's a hard life, but you'll get used to it. But you do intend on still taking the throne, when I don't have kids right?" she asked.

 

 

"No, I plan on living like any regular person. The ones who have kids," I said

 

The queen storms out of the room suddenly.

 

 

Had I said something to upset her, I don't know for sure.

 

 

For all I know, before interpreting what she said for a time we were in the chamber, her massive appeal to not have anyone take the throne was immense.

 

I walked out of the chamber, letting those gold coins I held, drop to the ground.

 

I looked everyone until I found my way back to where we came from.

 

 

She talked to the king, as I approached them.

 

 

"My king, our niece Elle, is not implying to be the heir to the throne even when we don't decide to leave it to our descendents."  

 

The King cleared his throat. "She can't turn down royalty."

 

"We don't plan on having kids, she's next in line because of Bali's mistake. A mistake it was for him to become king first."

 

 

"But she's not royal yet, she didn't go through the royal bloodline accepted ritual."

 

"How dare you say she's not royal blood. She's the daughter to my brother and my niece."

 

 

Silence fills the halls and the big great room.

 

 

"I will not accept this nonsense you speak of." The king said turning to me.

 

"Elle? Will you be next in line, if I the king and the queen don't descend our future kids?"

 

 

"No, i'm not royal, i'm just a regular girl." I said.

 

"Fine, no further fights to being heir. We will be the last king and queen to the throne, since my brother refuses to take once again." the kind said.

 

"That is all." he said lastly.

 

 

The queen threw a fit and ran into a hallway.

 

 

After her fit, I trailed my way out of the palace for a quiet piece of mind.

 

"What a day, what a glorious day." i said, going out of the palace.

 

 

I must have saved a generation of torture, because I didn't not understand what just happened back there.

 

 

"How are you doing?" mom asked coming up behind me.

 

"Mom, will you accept me even, if I don't want to be an heir to a throne?"

 

 

She paused and looked back at the palace.

 

"Look, marrying your dad was probably the dumbest mistake I ever made. I was in the height of my career with nowhere to go until I came here. But in the end for right now, you get to know what it's like to be royalty."

 

"So, what do I do know?" I ask.

 

 

She nudged me with her arm.

 

"You fix your relationship with Jacob, i've seen you with that Adam boy and trust me it's not the thing to do."

 

"I know, but Jacob's driving me crazy." I said

 

 

"But he's with you for a