Kamara’s POVThe aura that hung in the air was depressing. I felt awful putting such a burden on Chantelle when she is just being a good friend. Chantelle excused herself, telling me she would be in the room since she didn’t trust Ciara to keep her hands to herself.“I am sorry for showing up unannounced,” Ciara muttered.“Are you just responding to the call from three weeks ago?” I quizzed with little interest. The whole of me is too exhausted to act concerned.“Yes. But I wasn’t sure what your reaction would be towards me.”I scoffed, “Just admit you are out of money. I will understand.”She stayed quiet staring hard at the ground. “I was foolish, Kamara. Childish infact. I don’t know why I thought I could live like that and turn my back against you. I guess I was just too carried away by the life I was fortunate to enjoy. Forgive me, K. I don’t have anyone else to go to. My mum practically cursed me out when I called for help. Please.”A dry chuckle escaped my lips. I took a long s
Kamara’s POV“Is there anything you might have forgotten?” Chantelle inquired. Holding up a weak smile, I shook my head. “That is all.” I mouthed, getting up.“If that is the case then we are set to leave.” “Alright, thank you,” I mumbled. As I was about to leave the room a solemn-looking Nana stood by the door.Her grey hair looked thinner than usual and her face appeared to have aged more. “Do you really have to do this, Kamara? You two can sort this out. Don’t you think it is unfair that you are leaving your newborn by himself? Please. It is okay to be pissed at that stupid boy, but little Axel did nothing to deserve his mother neglecting him.”Tears burned the back of my eyes. Chantelle threw me a pitiful gaze. Inhaling sharply to keep the tears from falling, I reached for her hand. “I feel ashamed staring you in the face after lying to you for months. It's time for me to leave, Nana. I am so sorry for all that I did. It's okay if you don’t forgive me, I would be stupid to want
Diego’s POVI have seen her vulnerable a few times, and each time has humbled me. It made me feel useless that all the money and power I have acquired over the years couldn’t help heal her pain. Like a piece of furniture, I sit still watching her pick herself back up. Such a shame of a man. Moments like this make me question if I am good enough for a relationship with someone like Kamara. She handles her emotions maturely, refusing to burden anyone, and that mere act annoys me. I want her to lean on me. Run to me whenever she is scared or worried. Tell me everything that makes her uncomfortable and what makes her happy. Everything that has to do with her, I want to know everything. But then, in the life I have lived so far, I know people do not give themselves away like that. All the same, I wish she would make an exception for me. I want to be part of her life for a long time. If Nana had not asked me to stay back I would have gone after her regardless of the way she spoke to me.
Kamara’s POVMy appetite had waned terribly by the time lunch was ready. The large family gathered around the table to eat, throwing jabs at each other and making slight jokes. None of that appealed to me. I was so distracted that I didn't pay attention to Ivana’s suspicious closeness with Diego. All I could think about was my sister. Ciara has been a bitch to me many times I can’t deny that, however, I can’t bring myself to hate her. She is still a part of me. Negative thoughts kept bombarding my head thinking about her. My parents would never forgive themselves if that happened. I just wish she would answer the fucking call so I would be assured of her safety. Tears filled my eyes as I stared at the plate with disinterest the pleasant meal in front of me still couldn’t uplift my mood. Diego leaned close his perfume filling up my nostrils, and I had almost forgotten that there were other people in the room with me. “Are you alright, mama? Do you not like the food, should I get you
Kamara’s POV“What!” I exclaimed. “How come? From what I know she is living her best life from the rest of us so what do you mean by she is in deep shit?” My words fell against each other like collapsed Jenga. Even though I have no idea what the details of her announcement are. I can feel my heart racing in fear. Chantelle muttered a couple of words that I didn’t understand. “Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything. I got too enthusiastic.”Now I am impatient. If she thinks we are just going to drop the conversation after she sparked up such a mood, she has got to be kidding. “Out with it, C. If I wasn’t going to hear it you wouldn’t have started it.” I said. She asked, “Alright, here it is. Remember the old man she was with?” How could I not remember? The sight of my younger sister being comfortable around a man who is old enough to be her grandfather made my insides churn for days. I wished I could drag her by the hair out of the hall that day. “Yeah. What about him?” “Well, he c
Kamara’s POVI always felt my family was large. The few people that I have been closest to don’t exactly have beyond two to three people in their family sharing meals. With Diego, I never thought there was an extension to him and Nana. But I guess I judged too quickly. Here I am in the kitchen big enough to make the whole of a person's room, kitchen, and bathroom preparing an Italian classic meal with the women of the family. We are about to make Pollo alla cacciatora which is made with chicken as the most important ingredient. I was concerned when about eight women in their middle age with Nana being the oldest gathered. Only to learn some are childhood friends who have turned relatives, helping out with a Sunday lunch that the family and a few guests would feast on. Apparently, it was one of the dying wish Nana’s dying wishes. Insisting she didn’t want people to keep wallowing in sadness over her passing. I think it is an amazing wish. That is a person who loves her family enough