The City Held Its Silence byIrel Knx 220

220 I broke your crayon 

“Yes, sir,” he accepted my order. I just hoped she wasn’t physically unharmed because there was nothing I could do. At the very least, I trusted Keith not to harm her. If my men didn’t see her, I would be forced to go ahead with the welfare check, though weak. But if that ultimately didn’t work, I would be forced to take different measures… 

“Anything else?” I then asked him to finish off. 

And there are also the DNA results Ms Towers requested from the laboratory,” he 

continued. 

“What did you find?” I asked my eyes, perked up, hoping we had some clues about who Marco’s father was. Possibly leading me to Diana’s partner. 

“Well…” he started. 

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ANTHONY’S POV 

The next day, I woke up with my pillow wet from crying last night. Some light was coming into the room from the window but it wasn’t bright. The sun had just risen. When I checked the time on the clock on the wall, I saw it was 7 am. 

I looked across the room and found Marco was still sleeping in his bed. 

I don’t know what time we were going to wake up but I couldn’t stay lying in bed or I would cry again like last night. All I would do was think about my mum and Louis. I ended up falling asleep whilst crying. I hoped Marco didn’t hear me. 

I still couldn’t believe what I had found out last night. My uncle was the one who had taken me and had beaten up my mother. 

I slowly got out of bed and decided to explore the room. The walls were painted light blue, similar to my old room at my dad’s house, which was also blue. Marcos‘ room didn’t have decorations like posters or anything. There were two bookshelves on the wall next to the one with the windows, and then a desk and some drawers on another wall. The room wasn’t decorated or anything either. 

I then went toward the window and looked outside. I saw the estate servants moving up and down the grounds. We were on the second floor. I don’t think I would make it if I tried to jump down from here, I thought to myself. 

220 broke your crayon 

As I moved my foot stepped on something, and I heard a cracking sound. I looked down at my feet and saw I had stepped on a green crayon. There were other crayons next to my feet and an open colouring book. I remembered Marco had been colouring this book when I woke up yesterday. 

On the left side of the open book was the picture Marco had been colouring and was almost finished, and the drawing on the right was still uncoloured. 

I looked down at the colouring book for a moment and then decided that I would colour the next page, supposed to be on summer break, but here I am, kidnapped. 

I didn’t use colouring books anymore since I was too old for them, but I was bored. If I could, I would leave the bedroom and look around the mansion. However, I knew those bodyguards waiting outside the room would follow me arond or even tell me I cant go. So for the next hour, I coloured in the next picture as I passed the time. 

For a while, I was distracted as I coloured and coloured. 

“Tony?” I then heard Marco’s voice. I looked up at him as he sat up in his bed. “You’re awake already?” He asked me and then yawned. 

“Yeah,” I replied and then got back to colouring. “I broke your green crayon by the way,” 

I told him. 

યશોદા પર 

“It’s fine, there are other crayons somewhere in this room,” he told me. 

He watched me colour for a moment and then lay back down on the bed, still looking 

at me. 

“I’m sorry about yesterday again. I really was happy to be friends with you at school,” he told me. “I didn’t want to lie to you but i had to do it.” 

“It’s not your fault, it’s your dad, right? ” I told him. I wouldn’t blame him because it was his dad who was doing this. 

“I know, but I told him about the hair you took from me,” he confessed. 

I stopped colouring and looked up at him. “What?” I asked in shock. 

“I swear I didn’t mean to. I don’t know how he found out,” Marco continued. “Last week, he suddenly picked me up from school and told me to explain why I was talking to you and what I said to you.” 

Uncle found out about the hair. Did he do something about it? 

220 I broke your crayon 

“I guess I’m sorry my promise to protect you didn’t come true,” I said to him. I recalled how I had told him my mum would be able to help him. 

Marco laughed a little. “I told you my dad is scary,” he whispered. “This is why I didn’t. believe it because I knew something would go wrong” 

“My mum will find us. I know she will,” I tried to assure. 

I remembered yesterday at dinner, Uncle mentioned that he knew Marco and me were friends. So that’s what he was talking about. 

It was around 9:30 when a maid came into the room to wake Marco and I up and told us to go have breakfast. 

As we made our way to the dining room, I noticed a big painting of an elderely woman. I saw it the day before as well, but didn’t really look at it until now. But now I noticed her features. Uncle Kolton looked a lot like her. The same brown, golden eyes and brown hair. Uncle and Marco had golden eyes, but they were not like Louis‘ golden eyes. Louis’s were golden yellow, and theirs looked more brown. 

“Who’s that?” I asked Marco. 

His eyes 

followed what I was staring at and also looked at the large picture on the wall. 

“Oh…. that’s my grandmother,” Marco told me. 

“Where is she?” I followed up. 

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