Chapter 8

Two years later

The sound of the alarm clock filled the room followed by a groan from the shirtless figure sprawl on the bed.

He sluggishly reached for it and turn it off then he proceeded to get some more sleep but a voice called from outside of his room.

"Get up Andrew it's time for school"

He groan once again and used the pillows to cover his ears but the voice yelled again "get up Andrew don't make me come over there and wake you up myself"

That threat got him out of bed immediately and he groan again "I hate mornings" he mumbled to himself as he walk towards his bathroom.

After ten minutes, he was already dressed, standing in front of his mirror fixing his hair.

As he combed through his hair, his eyes caught the photo frame on the bed side table; it was the picture he took from Amelia's room two years ago after she was taken to Paris.

He sighed and picked it up with a smile "how are you doing little sister?" His finger trace her smiling face in the photo.

He missed her so much