Third person's pov ::Harold's age: 15Sunlight penetrated through windows as Helen pulled the curtains apart, "Rise and shine my king, it's time for your school." Helen walked towards the bed before pulling the blanket away from Harold."Mom, just two more minutes." Harold groaned as the sunlight was directly hitting his eyes."You've got your vocal classes now." Helen said as Harold smiled before sitting straight on his bed. "So my king is now going to get ready for his singing class." Helen said it in a sing-song way while pinching his cheeks.Harold frowned and rolled his eyes. "Mom!!! Stop calling me king, I'm not a baby anymore. Call me Harold. Even my other friends including Dylan call me king in a teasy way to irk me." Harold groaned and in return Helen smiled."Let your friends call you king because you are a king. The meaning of your name Harold is leader.....a king." Harold shook his head in dismay before getting up from the bed before making his way to the washroom."Your

Third person's pov ::Harold's age: 15The flight landed as slowly Helen got out of it. She was directed outside as already two cars were waiting for her, she climbed onto the second car as the appointed guide for her was already waiting for her inside the car."Good morning ma'am!!" The guide greeted as Helen could only nod in return as the feeling of fear was engulfing her."Are you sure about going there?" He asked with a worried expression."Pardon?""Are you sure about going there.... to that forbidden place.?" The guide repeated as Helen's face contorted in confusion."Forbidden place?""That place is owned by one of the most deadliest mafia Don, now his son is ruling that area. The place...." the guides face contorted in disgust.".....alcohol and drug smell lingers on the air of that forbidden place, it is the dark...loomy area of the whole Pisa which only gives you a dangerous vibe." He sighed,"Still you wanna go there??" He asked.Helen nodded. "Ye...yes." she stuttered.Th

Third person's pov ::Six months later:Harold's age: 16Within six months Helen built a committee for a drug free society and saving girls from being trafficked. There weren't many people in her committee yet, but she was still appointing men and women for this committee."Ma'am there's shortage of money." Mr Davidson reasoned out."Sell the shares to those Brazilians, which they were yearning for. But with the double price." Helen said while massaging her temple."But ma'am, those shares are important for our own company and--""Mr Davidson, just do what I say." Helen knew it was a huge loss for her company but she didn't care about it.Mr Davidson nodded and walked away.She has bought a small two story building for this committee to run. She has appointed around eighty armed men and some spies who are already on their work. She has appointed forty women too.So the first trip was on, she has already sent the first group to Italy to save those girls."We want victory!!" Was the wor

Harold's age: 17HAROLDThe cold breeze brushed past me, sending a shiver down my spine. I stood there coldly staring ahead of me at my mother's graveyard.Rest. In. Peace.Helen KingstonA mother, daughter and savior. Known for her kindness and humble nature.A woman of words. May her soul rest in peace.Was engraved on her stone and I felt numb.....the extreme agony just made me numb. The one question was still bothering my mind.Why??Why did dad-- Marcel Dèlacourt kill my mother and why was mom's name written as Kingston instead of Delacourt.I wanted answers but I didn't want to ask questions with anyone.Even I was in fault, I couldn't save her. She died in front of my eye sight and I couldn't do anything to save her.Everyone in here thought that it was the fire accident that killed my mom but no one knew the real reason behind my mother's ash turned body.(The song above, do listen to it.)A girl was singing infront of my mother's grave. And I felt like dead man, staring blank

HAROLDI placed a flower on my mother's grave and sat there staring at my mother's tomb.I'll never let you down mom..You will always shine like a bright star..I stood up and marched towards my car and inside the passenger seat.This morning I reached Hawaii from Washington and I was a little tired after the continous meeting I had to handle."Where to go king?" Mr Clark, my driver asked."SDC!!"He gave me a single nod and started driving and after half an hour of peaceful drive I reached my office. I looked up at the skyscrapers and a small smile touched my lips.I walked inside and all my employees greeted me and in return I could only give them a nod.Eventually I reached my cabin and I removed my coat before placing it on the chair. I looked down from my cabin through the glass wall, at the sea, my mother's favorite place and there are way more than many memories attached to this place. The water was gushing up at the seashore reminding me of some of my beautiful memories fixed