We remained like that, I laid my back on the bed, my legs dangling from the edges. I was so sure that at this rate, I was not looking forward to whatever it was that Adam had to talk to me about. It was not just going to be what I was going to down for. A part me wanted to, wanted to because I kept opposing the thought. But a part of me actually wanted to blame him, for throwing the both of under the bus. Now, I cannot be his girlfriend in peace because will probably be waiting for the day both me and him were going to be marked and I was going to officially be a crown princess. It was going to be something they might actually not get. I did not want to think of that. In fact, I did not know how, but I wanted to project my mind not to think of anything at all because my whole being was tired. Nothing made sense to me anymore. It felt like when we I finally found a solution to whatever it was that was bothering me, something greater was even going to trample on top. How was I going to
I still remained in the car, with no one to talk to, or even speak to about how it was going on in my mind except my reflection looking at me in the side mirror. That was the only person who understood how mandatory it was for me to have spoken to dad, but I had refused. I closed my eyes in shame. I had actually been distracted enough to forget that somehow, in a way, even if it should have been for a while, I should have called Dad at some point. Reason one, he would have been really worried about me, and I had thought he was going to be at work, when he had totally not been because he had come home early, waiting for me to get back home only for me not to return. Reason two, apparently, my phone had been throughout yesterday and only Adam had plugged it in for me, which I had, had no idea of because I had been too distracted about everything. So now, Dad had been worried sick of me, and I had not slept at home. Two offence to apologize for by the time I get back home. I was not al
My mind was screaming at me to laugh all the laugh I had in me now, because I knew after seeing dad, nothing was going to be the same again. Not even my emotions. “Thank you for the explanation. Now I get why you had done that. Honestly, I won’t ask you to take it back too. I mean, it is high time everyone knew of that. I had not even been shocked.” I made a weird expression. “Exactly,” Adam raised his hands on emphasis. “I mean, when I had said that, I had expected you to walk out of the hall while causing a scene. I mean, I had been ready for that. Nothing had prepared me for you to be mute. At some point, I was worried something had happened to you.” Adam said and I laughed. He was making me look really dramatic. I was not even that bad. “Oh stop it, Adam. You know I won’t even do that in the first place.” I hit him by his arms. Adam removed his eyes from the road to blink at me. “You? Says you? You are getting me distracted Adam, I need to focus on me. I need to think of me.
I was still in the car, we were about five minutes from home and I could feel the nerves behind the pulse of my ears. I was really scared and anxious that he was going to be really mad at me. I hated to see dad that way. Adam had been speaking to me for over a minute, and there was no way I could concentrate. My mind was filled up.“Hey, hey. Listen to me. I don’t know whatever relationship you have with your dad, but I know that he won’t be really angry as you are making it seem, or as you are reacting. Your dad is just mad at you because he had been worried, he probably thought something had happened to you. But don’t worry, I will be with you. I will explain whatever happened to him. I know how to lie very well, that’s my speciality.” Adam winked at me and I laughed. “Wow, you have a speciality at lying, right? Tell me more. You must have lied a lot when you were much younger.” I said and Adam scoffed.. “Trust me love, I have done a lot of things in this life and I have lived for
I was not going to lie, the thing hurt me. Every pry of my heart was cringing hurt. I knew that I had done something bad and unforgivable but the fact that dad was not even giving me the benefit of the doubt or the urge to explain was making me feel really weird. We had been standing for few minutes before dad finally remembered he was to invite Adam to sit, “I’m sorry my Prince, you should have a seat.” Dad said and I rolled my eyes. Adam only laughed. “Call me Adam, sir.” He said and Dad shook his head. One would think they had been taking for ages and this was only not the first time the both of them were meeting. I rolled my eyes at the man. He was a very dramatic person. “Hi, dad.” I said again and this time, he acknowledged me. I know that he was refusing to say anything yet, just because Adam was here with me and I was going to make sure to make use of that opportunity and get him to stop being mad at me. It was like Adam had read my mind because he spoke, “So this was hap
Adam held tightly to my hands as we entered into the kitchen. I stared at him, wondering why he was being so skeptical and looking around fishy like someone was about to hurt him. I was bemused. The fact that his family made him to become like this was not sitting well with me. He had never been that comfortable enough that it seemed to him like he was imposing on our family. I shook my head, little did he know how much of a family he was. Dad had gotten to business. He was in that cool mode. And I was sure he wanted to impress Adam a whole lot because he was not even speaking to me, or Adam. He was just doing his own thing and it seemed like none of existed in the kitchen. I stared at Adam, a little bit worried about him. The whole idea that he was being a stranger with me was not sitting well with me. I was starting to get worried for him. For the first time ever, he looked gentle. Meek, even. “Are you okay?” I finally asked. That seemed to jerk him out whatever it was that he was
“What is it?” I finally asked, unable to take it again. There was something that made me very uncomfortable and self conscious when I am being stared at, especially after I realize that I am indeed being stared at. Adam was still smiling. Garh. He stared at me more for about thirty seconds. He then opened his mouth, brought out his free hand that was not laced in my hands, to cover the side of his mouth. So I can concentrate more on what he was about to whisper. “You are really beautiful.” Adam whispered. I managed to catch it through his mouth words. And I was sure I had turned pink. I could feel the blood pass through my face, and fell every blood come ahead to gather right in my cheeks. He was just being sweet. I could not say anything out loud because of dad, who had totally forgotten he even had both of us in the kitchen. He was really focused on what he was doing. I managed to stand on my toes and I peered at the frying Pan. Dad was making his pancakes into shapes! If I did had
Adam and I took the plantain, with each share turn my turn, I moaned in, a little bit, I did not want to warrant any awkward situation at this moment. The pancakes was too sweet on my tongue. I wanted to take each and every moment in me to taste the succulent flavor. As usual, dad added in the blue berry flavored syrup. That was my favorite. At that moment, I was really tempted to moan out loud. I did not mind if anyone was going to look at me weirdly. At that point, I did not even remember that Adam was in our house, and that he was probably going to be staring at me in a weird way, but at that moment, I had no care. I did not care about any single person. My eyes were closed, trying to savor the feeling and the taste in my mouth. There was something about food that made me happy. The meeee thought of it alone, the smell, the taste, the way it washes down my throat like the promises of tomorrow. Dad had been right when he said I never waited for him to serve the food into a plate.