A/N I don't know where this story came from. I just thought of the word turmoil and was inspired to write this… It's a bit OOC, but if you think about it, the Kabras never show their emotions. If they are very emotional in this story, it might be because they always had to bottle up their feelings.
She is devious criminal, he has run away from me, and I am their son. I was raised to be like them. Natalie spends hours crying about how she'll end up like her, because all children end up being like their parents. We try to be nice, we really do, but the Kabra-ness we were raised with always comes back.
And now I have to ask myself, deep down, am I as ruthless and heartless as Isabelle was? Korea proves that theory right, but since then, I have tried my hardest to change. She may not know it, but technically she was my first kiss… and I left her in a cave, to die. Even after that, she saved me from falling to my doom on Everest. If it weren't for her, I would be dead, and without her, I would never know the true meaning of kindness and second-chances.
My head is in endless turmoil. Sometimes I feel like running back to Isabel. Telling her that I still love her because, after all, she is my mother. Other times I feel like hiding from her, shrinking away in fear. She had shot Natalie and threatened to kill the ones we loved if we didn't hand over our clues. I never want to be like that…
My heart is in endless turmoil. Amy. She is so far below my class. The poor, orphaned peasant. But she doesn't need makeup and designer clothes to look beautiful. Her jade eyes are so bright and inquisitive. And her copper hair frames her face perfectly. But do I stay with my family, be a Kabra through-and-through, or follow my heart? Who am I supposed to turn to, after being turned out?
Thoughts cloud my head like clouds before rain. Tears flow from our eyes and stain our cheeks; Natalie's and mine; like rain drops down the window pane. Sobs escape us; echoing, sounding so loud in our silent, near empty rooms; like thunder during a storm. And as the storm brews, the waves crash, the earth shakes, and the endless turmoil begins.
So were obviously talking about Ian Kabra here. People always seem to think of him as arrogant, stuck-up and selfish, but I think he is actually trying to be nice. If we blame anyone for his attitude, it's Isabel and Vikram for raising him like that.
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~Nikki