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Chapter 2
I paced around the living room.
"Prison?" I stated in disbelief. My soulfinder was in prison in Afghanistan. What had had she done to herself in prison? I shook my head. That didn't matter all I know is that she is my soulfinder and she needs my help despite the fact that she could be a dangerous criminal. I could feel Crystal and Xav's eyes staring at me with concern but I had made no eye contact with them.
"Vic are you okay?" Crystal had said in a gentle yet concerned tone.
"Yeah I am. Thanks Crystal." I smiled at her. "Well it looks like I'm going to Afghanistan."
"All I can say to you Vic is try not to get killed bro." Xav's tone was dripping with sarcasm but I could tell that there was some underlying concern beneath those words.
"Thanks bro, I'll try."
"Now you got the hardest task to face before you go to Afghanistan... You gotta tell Mum!"
"What! No I can't tell her! Mum would go ballistic!" I yelled.
"Why would Mum go ballistic?" Mum had entered the room, smiling at Crystal and Xav then giving me a suspicious look.
"Uh Mum. Uh well I'm going to Afghanistan." I blurted out. I mentally slapped myself for that. Great Vic just tell her that you're going to a dangerous country. I might as well tell her I'm going to a prison to rescue my soulfinder that has a criminal record and may potentially be psychopathic murderer! Okay, a little too much exaggeration Vic.
"What?! Why Vic?!" She yelled yet her eyes showed so much worry.
"Mum, my soulfinder is out there and I need to find her." I said as gently as I could to avoid any arguments that may potentially stop me from getting on a plane to Afghanistan.
"What? Your soulfinder? Oh Vic." She was about to cry.
"Mum. Please don't." I held my arms out to her and though she has a small frame she hugged me so tightly, I could have sworn she blocked my airways for a second.
"Okay, we will talk to your father about this and we will see okay?" She swiped her tears away.
"But Mum I need to go! I-"
"No buts Vic. End of discussion until your father hears about this!" Her stern voice made me shut up and so I went upstairs to do my work.
Hours later I received a knock on the door and heard someone come in.
"Hey Vic, Mum wants you down to talk about going to-" Uriel started to say until I interrupted him.
"I know what she wants to talk about Uri!" I said more sharply than I intended.
"Hey man. Listen it will be fine whatever happens you know. At least you are going to find your soulfinder one way or another, right?" Uriel said sadly.
I sighed. "I'm sorry man. You're right I should be happy either way."
"It's cool. Come on everyone is waiting for the big verdict." With that he gently closed the door, leaving me on my own again.
I came downstairs a couple of minutes later and found that everyone was in the kitchen waiting for me. All the couples were all cuddled together whilst Will and Uriel were standing together, shoulder to shoulder, trying not to look miserable, but I knew they were slipping fast.
"Vic, me and your father have decided that..." she paused and hesitated.
"Mum, who are you trying to be Dermot O'Leary? Please tell Vic he looks like he's gonna explode and the tension is too much for everyone." Xav joked whilst Mum glared at him.
"As I was saying, Vic, me and your father have decided that you can go but please just be careful. As soon as you find her come straight back home, okay?"
I sighed with happiness. "Yes Mum, I will do everything you want, thank you."
I turned walked out of the kitchen, with a smile on my face, and went to my room. I lay on my bed thinking about her. Wondering what she would look like, how she would react towards me, and certainly hoping for no mushy, cliché romance. With those thoughts I drifted into a peaceful sleep.