Chapter 3; who is my father

Hours later in the evening, I was still sad and glimmered lying on the bed, I heard a knock on the door. Adrian opened the door and came in, he just got back from the company and hadn't even changed his clothes. He came and sat close to me on the bed then I adjusted and sat upright facing him directly.

"Detective Richard said he came here earlier on to ask you some questions so he could have better information from you to investigate properly, but you wouldn't say anything to him," Adrian asked but I still sat without uttering a word.

"Hey...you need you to say something, I know how hard and difficult it can be" he replied

*silence*

"Y....you need to give him all the information you have about those bad guys so he can get some evidence to work with." He grimaced.

I was still silent..... And he almost got hetup, I could see it in his eyes.

"We need to know some things about you, who you are, and what happened that day,  the people out there are saying you are vile, you need to say something!"

Seeing that I was still mute his face became red, I could see the anger burning in him, and he got up on his feet and started walking to and fro in the bedroom.

After a little while, the door opened again and his mom walked in gently. They both turned and looked at themselves before she took a space on the sofa opposite the bed, while Adrian sat back down, now the two of them were staring at me at the same time.

I breathed a long sigh.....I was still glimmered. I had to let them know who I am, my stories are one of the saddest moments in my life. I have not been really happy in my entire life since I got consciousness at my tender age, it has always been from bad to worst. Adrian just saved my life some days ago and just really have to tell them who I am.

           * flashback*

I have always lived with ma'am Alice a poor childless widow whom I call "mama," she lost her only child when she was 13 years, and she died of cancer, but when I came to Mama's house she took care of me and nursed me like I was her blood, she loves me so much even with her own life, mama has been there for me, we passed through the storms together even our happy moments together.

"At 15, one day I was coming back from school after closing time when I got off the school bus. I was one of the lucky ones in high school to be offered a scholarship.

When I got down from the school bus one  of the bullies I had in the community  came close to me like they always do to bully me again, and I had been taught by mama not to always give in to peter and his gangs anytime they come at me,

This has never been their first time coming at me, they have always come up against me after school hours, they always know the time and exactly where to get me even when I have to change my direction, so I have to learn to face them, I have to face my fears.

 Mama hardly allow me to go out because she knew the community they don't like me, I have never been liked by the people in the community they believed that the kind of beauty I have is very preternatural, and they've always mocked and called me names like "evil child", they seem to think that my beauty is evil.

When Peter and his gang saw I wasn't ready to pick up a fight, Peter sneered and called me a "bastard child,'' that wasn't the first time to call me that, that word always makes me go crazy whenever he calls.

I  had always let him go but this time was different. I became very angry and had to pick up a fight with him.

Unfortunately, they succeeded in beating me up as they have always done because they are far older than I am, I cannot compare my strength with four guys.

While I lay down helplessly peter came closer and whispered in my ear, "bastard child go and ask your mama who your real parents are, cause you do not belong here!!." His gang chattered along with him and they left, while I was still lying on the ground with no one to help.

While I lay down helplessly peter came closer and whispered in my ear, "bastard child go and ask your mama who your real parents are, cause you do not belong here!!." His gang chattered along with him and they left, while I was still lying on the ground with no one to help

I wasn't surprised at all, as everyone on the street saw me lying on the ground, no one, not even one of them attempted to help me up to my feet.

 The street hates me so much that they watched me being beaten up by the famous bullies without helping the little girl out.  While I was on the ground whoever passes by to check who was on the ground and sees Lisa, the tagged evil child on the ground passes by without offering help, the hatred was bad.

When I got back home, I met mama baking in the kitchen, while I sat down behind her looking gloomy.

"Hey baby, today I am making one of your favorites" she was busy making the dough, and I didn't say a word to her.

"Child, is anything wrong with you?"

I still didn't say a word, when  she turned back to meet my eyes, she was so surprised to see what happened to my face

"Oh...my...God......w..who did this to you?"  She came closer with her hands cupped over her mouth.

I was stubborn and didn't say a word.

"Come on here, talk to me" I was still sitting, I was still tense and outraged, and I felt anger burning in me so badly.

"Mama, who are my parents!!!!?"

I sprouted out, She was shocked to hear those words released from my mouth, she jerked her head off as if she was stung by a bee.

"C..child did anyone say anything to you? Or did you still pick up a fight with someone again?"

 I sat still and didn't say a word, she knew someone had told me something.

"Hey y...you don't have to worry about what those bullies say," she knew it was still Peter and his gang.

"Mama....." I cried out,

"Peter just referred to me as a bastard child. He had always done this but this time he said I should ask who my real parents are!"  I began to cry and drool like a baby.

She gasped and pouted her mouth in shock with eyes widened.

"Mama please tell me the truth I need to know the truth," I was so sure she knew something about me being called a bastard child, she look so cold... wanted to resist but I pleaded,

"Mama p...please, tell me the truth Peter always tells me I do not belong here"

She began to sob and cried......

"Am so sorry, I love you so much like my own child, and I was getting ready to tell you someday."

I saw raw love in her eyes for me.

      **Mama Flashed back**

15  years ago when I was coming back from where I work, it was late at night and very dark. When I got home and walked towards the door while I tried to open it, I heard someone panting heavily at the corner of the house. 

That corner was dark. I couldn't see who was there but was sure it could be someone.

"Who is there?" I shouted!

"W..who is there!!"

Suddenly out of the dark I saw a heavily pregnant woman standing in front of me, she look like she had been running for safety, she was sweaty and she pleaded for help, I was so concerned and took her in

"What are you doing outside in the cold by this time?...are you heavily pregnant and don't have to endanger yourself  like that in his weather"

"I need your help, please you need to help me" the woman pleaded and was breathing heavily.

"What about y....your....., sorry do you have a husband?"

She shook her head saying no in reply, I felt pity for her

"Okay then I need to take you to the hospital or call 911 for an ambulance now"

"No you don't need to do that, I....I am already close, I.....just need you to h..help...." while she was still talking her water broke. My eyes widened.

"I don't have time, the baby is coming already" she grabbed my hand and pleaded with her eyes, I looked down below to see the water flowing down on her legs.

Her breath became heavy and her chest was violently going in and out, not knowing what to do. I laid her down on a woolen blanket that was nearby, cause she was so close, and something needs to be done ASAP.

I made her open her legs as she was ready to come.

"Push!"

"Arrrghhh!!"

"Push!!"

"Arrrghhh!!!"

"Push!!!" Leaning backward, with all her might she pushed for the very last time

When she did, in a few minutes the baby came out and made a beautiful cry like babies always do.

"It's a baby girl"  I grinned, but the woman was still weak, feeling dizzy. 

After some moment I handed her the child. She looked into her eyes, grinned, and kissed the baby. Before I could clean everything up, the woman held my hand and gave me a box. "P...please give it to her when she grows up" ``name her L...Lisa, please tell her I love her and I wish to see her grow but it's too late for me now"

"W..what" before I would say more the woman gave up the ghost.

"She died," Moma said as tears made a pool in her eyes, sockets flooded down her cheeks.

           *back to present*

Adrian and his mom kept their gaze at me looking at me pitifully. I was just quiet and cold.

"So what happened to her? Who were those villains that attacked you?" Adrian's mom asked impatiently and waited for my reply.

My face became dark trying to control myself and fight the trauma, but they kept looking steadily, and I continued.