Chapter 48

Chapter 48

“What do you want, baby?” The man asked the little child that was probably at the age of 5. The girl’s hair was braided. Her milky skin was shining along with the huge smile on her lips that seems to be glued and would never waver a bit.

“I want the milk, Dad!” The girl exclaimed with excitement painted on her face.

“You chose the right one. You have been eating and drinking unhealthy food,” the woman that was her mother, I supposed, said.

I couldn't take my eyes off them. They look happy together as if they don't have any problem at all. How do they manage to be happy? Why are there people who can be this happy while I couldn't?

This happens everytime I see a happy family around me. I couldn't help but ask why can't I have that kind of family? Why didn't I receive the same love these parents are investing in their child? And most of all, why do I have to lose my child? If I didn't lose that baby, would I not be here? Would I live the good life that I always wished for?

“Faith,” I was already spacing out with my mind hovering around.

“I bought you food,” he said and showed me the two burgers in his hands and two iced coffee.

I moved my eyes away immediately when I felt sadness invading my eyes again. I hate showing them this weakness of mine everytime I see a family.

“You remember your baby again, don't you?” I kept my silence. I stole the burger and iced coffee from him and started to eat without uttering a single word. I remained looking fierce and blank as if it was nothing to me.

“Anyway, Lucas told me that he wouldn't be able to come here yet. Maybe he'll be away from you for two weeks? He has a shooting to finish.” Brian explained, and I was glad that he noticed that I don't have any plan to answer his question.

“I know. He messaged me earlier. That's fine, Lily will follow us in three days,” yeah, the two of them weren't able to come with us. Only Brian succeeded in clearing his schedule. He has always been like this. He would always do everything he can to be with me. I am aware of his feelings, but I also know to myself that I don't feel anything from him yet.

All I have in my chest is pain, sorrows, and hatred.

“The runway will be tomorrow. Are you sure you can do it? I mean, we just arrived today, you must be tired.” I quickly shook my head as I glanced at him.

“I'm not tired, Brian. Besides, I survived this far. Physically tired is nothing to me,”

We are already outside the airport. I'm only waiting for my driver to arrive so we can finally leave. It's been four years since I was last here in this country, and now, I am finally back. Nothing changed at all. It's still the same country where I grew up.

“I'm staying in the hotel,” I uttered while we were waiting there.

“I thought we agreed to stay at my parents’ house?” I heaved a light sigh as I glanced at him again. He has been asking me to stay on the same roof with his parents.

“I don't want to be harsh, Brian. We're not together for me to stay there. I also hate staying in a house,” I hated it ever since.

“I understand,” I know he would. But the sadness and disappointment from his voice couldn't be hidden.

“I already booked a room,” I added.

“Good. I'll just pay a visit,” he said and flashed that wide smile again.

Our car finally arrived after waiting there for almost an hour.

“Ms. Faith,” he smiled genuinely at me as he saw me.

“Hey! How are you?” I asked. It has been a long time since I last saw him. It was when I divorced Elijah and he was the one who drove me. He was Elijah's driver and I just stole him. Well, he was there when my mother made me lose my child.

“I'm fine. Thanks to you, I was able to provide for my family.” I nodded at him. I was glad to hear that. After I left, I still gave him a job at my company.

“Don't worry. You'll stick to your job. I'll find another driver,” I replied.

“It's fine if I become your driver again. I would love that,” his eyes shifted at Brian beside me. Questions filled him in one snap.

“Do you remember him?”

“Brian,” he introduced.

“Yeah, of course, the model. You two look good together,” I heard how Brian chuckled when he said that. I knew that he was thinking that Brian and I are together.

“We're not together,” I quickly clarified.

“Oh, I thought…”

“I'm courting her,” Brian said. “For four years,”

“We should go,” I said before the conversation became longer. Brian opened the door for me in the backseat and let me in first before he followed me inside.

“Yes?” My brows arched when I noticed my driver kept looking at me in the rear mirror.

“Sorry. I couldn't help but stare at you. You look really different, especially your hair. Why did you cut it?”

Silence covered all of us inside the car. I felt Brian's eyes at me the moment he asked me about my hair.

“Uh, you should just foc—”

“Why? Does it not suit me?” I felt how Brian simply shook my hand beside him.

I was being ferocious again and it seems like my driver felt a bit terrified of the new me. I almost forgot that he doesn't know yet how much I changed.

“No. You look better,” he replied and avoided my eyes.

Better? I was never better.

“Can we go first to the cemetery?” They both looked at me. I didn't have to say this, they both know why I am coming there.

“I would like to visit Freya,” I added.

“Sure,” he replied.

It's been years since I last visited Freya's grave. I wonder what would Freya say to know the new me. I'm so far from the Faith she knew.

“Are you ready to come back?” Brian asked.

Tomorrow is the day that I have been waiting for. I will finally show up to the people who have been looking for me.

“I am,”

“What would you do when you see him? When you see them?”

I've been preparing all those years. I have been building myself firmly so no one can ever break me again. But then, I never once thought of what I would do once I face them again.

“I'll show them how they turned me into a rock,” as soon as I said that, the car stopped as well. We are already at the cemetery.

“Do you want me to come?” Brian asked when I was about to leave the car.

“No. Stay here and wait for me,” I uttered before I left the car.

I'm a bit ashamed to come empty handed when I haven't been here for so many years.

“I'm not doing well, Freya.”

I froze when I heard that voice and saw who was there, too. My feet automatically stopped and my eyes glued to the man that I will never forget. I couldn't move from there. I chose to hide myself behind the tree.

“Everyday, I regret what I did to Faith…I regret not realizing my love for her and was blinded by my own pain,” his voice almost broke while saying those things.

I found my hands crumpled as I listened to his words. I just came back, and our paths crossed again. It's been four years since I last saw him. I can only see his back, but I can see that nothing changes with him.

“I have been waiting for her to come back, Freya; and if she does, I will do everything to get her back. I will treat her well and make her feel happy.”

I felt my tears lingering around my eyes again. I was shaking in anger and pain. His words don't erase the wounds he left me. Hearing his words and seeing him in secrecy reminds me of each day that I have been through in his hands. Each day that I endured just because I love him.

This time, my tears didn't betray me. I forbidden them to fall out of my eyes. I forbid myself from crying over these things.

“Tomorrow is her another runway. Help me, Freya. Help me to finally see her tomorrow,”

That moment, I didn't feel anything but resentment towards him. It fires up my hatred that I have been carrying with me.

He wants to get me back? Then he must taste his own medicine. If he thinks that I am still the fragile Faith that he knows who will quickly melt down because of him, well, he's wrong. I will make him even more miserable and triple the pain they gave me.

He wants to see me tomorrow? Then, I will make it happen. I will make him wish that I didn't come back.

“I will grant your wish, Elijah.” I mumbled.

itsclarixass