I turned around slowly expecting a gun or knife or a smiling father who wanted to hug his prodigal daughter, a reunion after so many years at suffering and anguish.
"Steve, "I finally spoke letting out the breadth I had been holding.
" Twaine," he said called before pulling me into a hug and inhaling the scent from my hair that had been styled by Elaine.
"I am glad you came, really glad. I have been looking all over for you. "
He stepped back revealing his friends. Jake, another guy and a lady who looked beautiful. "Jake, " I called hugging him. "I am sorry for your lose. ""Thanks, "I replied. "This is my half sister Angela, I thought it would be nice if you got to meet. ""Hey Angela, "I called before she hugged me to and left me a few reassuring words. She looked kind and adorable , and I was beginning to like her. "And this is Adams from school," Is that all," Steve asked as he placed his boot on his fingers holding the rails." Why are you here?" Steve probed in a low and gravely voice. " She just lost her mother, are you here to rub salt into her wounds?"" I swear, I came for the funeral, I have no sinister intentions, on God, on my mama," he breathed an explosion of words.Steve shook his head in disbelief, hardly listening to his words." You failed the interview and guess you are going down the rails, to fall on the cold hard concrete, so your brains can be splattered out their for everyone to see the dirt inside," Steve mocked in a low register voice.He lifted his boot higher planning to push his hands of the balcony." No,you can't do that," I half screamed trying to keep my voice low." It's clear, he isn't worth it," he retorted." Worth what?" I asked." Worth the effort, wo
" Jesus Christ!"" Get your hands off her, what the hell are you trying to do?"He was now sweating and shaking all over as his grip tightened around me. Steve struggled to unwound his hands and after a struggle, he finally let go and fell back in the ground still shaking and sweating as his eyes bulged out." Are you okay?" He asked." Don't worry about me, let's worry about him, is he okay?" I shouted back at him.The man was now holding his stomach or belly with his hands as he wriggled on the ground." Twaine, Twaine," he called out in desperation." What's wrong, what's happening to you?" I asked making a move to bend and inspect him as Steve pulled me back." Something is going to happen, something bad, I feel it," he breathed amid the trembling and sweating." What is it
Just as the the thud was heard, a cold wind rushed from nowhere and hit my face.The universe was mocking me from every possible angle,v telling me I had failed, daring me to challenge it and fate.I wanted to scream papi and father, but noticed the words were safer inside my mouth.I slowly moved towards the balcony rails, trying to hold my world and universe together. He wasn't dead, he wasn't dead, stay positive..I couldn't loose two parents within two weeks, each going right before my eyes, making sure I saw them go, making sure I had their last cry as death consumed them.I felt myself grow dizzy and held onto the rails to support my weight and pain. All the hurt that had gathered inside me over these past few years had built a wall, too hard for me to break out of, soft enough for all darkness or anyone to break in . I was weak
" My family and I are all grateful that you came, we are thank you for standing together with us during this hard time that caught us off guard mentally and emotionally, for showing up in large numbers despite the pandemic, you have all touched me corazon." Everyone was gathered outside beneath the street lights, as he spoke. Two police men standing beside him.This home was now marked a scene of crime as if someone had pushed him." Due to the string of unfortunate events, we can't continue and the police want everyone to go home, so they can begin their investigations, thus area is now labeled a crime scene, the few individuals who would like to record their statements can stay back for a few minutes, but that will be all,once again, I'm forever grateful for you all standing by my kids and family and holding our hands during this period of grief, goodnight and thank you all."I scoffed inwardly at the perfect
" kindness is a human virtue, you do not need to applaud me for that," he smiled holding my hand." That is not what I mean, don't you know the meaning of sarcasm?" I cried." Let us just step out and discuss this tantrum you are throwing all over."He led the way out and I glanced back to see the patient moving his fingers, sending a message." What I am trying to say is that I don't like the way you are putting up a..."" I take this call," he cut me off.I confirmed and saw his phone ringing." This isimportant, can we just finish what I was saying so you can go and.."" Don't start, please, just don't start, I'm about to go underwater with all this stress and everything weighing down my shoulders, can you at least make things easier for me." He pleaded angrily." Hello.... yes........where..... how did that happen.....oh my God,"The conversation was one sided and I couldn't get all the details as he mov
" Ma'am, calm down please," the brave detective who looked scared was now pleading. I got up from my seat and rushed to the door to catch sight of the drama. Such high level and dramatic woman were the type you met once and I wouldn't let that opportunity slide. As soon as my eyes caught sight of her I gasped. She was wearing high end heel, lips soaked with red lipstick and a woolen coat I had spotted Jason Derulo wearing. She passed the door was standing at with speed and elegance leaving behind a trail of perfume and bumping into the detective rudely, an act that I highly applauded her for, she could have my favorite hoodie for that if she wanted. She pushed open a door and someone made a move to stop her before she flung a string if abuses and curses to stop them. " He is here voluntarily, we are not arresting him," a voice greeted her warmly. " Well, he is
As I walked down the streets, I felt a different kind of feeling. After escaping the detective, Steve was safe and here I was not sure about tommorow or what it would bring, the uncertainties of the future.A couple was holding hands across the streets, the girl smiling sweetly as wind blew her black hair that was glittering under the moon.They stopped to kiss and I still followed the duo keenly like a YouTube fan. I imagined his kisses leaving her senseless with want and boneless with desire.Couldn't my life just be the same? Without angels blowing a trumpet and shouting time is up for being happy, now start being sad.My mother's death had bore a hole into my heart and it seemed my father's presence had plastered that hole over.Then why did it seem like I was still bleeding and hurting inside . Was I bipolar now?An awkward pain flushed through my gut down to my stomach and I sto
" Collateral damage!" I screamed. Out of the whole world, only four people knew what was going on and one of them was six feet underground. Whoever stole the diary, probably him my father to say, my biological father and I. He looked at me surprised. At this point I wasn't sure if it was staged or genuine. " Yeah, collateral damage, a lot of it," he replied. I felt the weird feeling come back and I was about to start shaking and breathing fast again. At this point it was right to question my sanity, was my sanity okay? The few people in my life who I now held onto like a life raft were not so steady anymore. " My wife going insane, my divorce, yeah my divorce, I act unaffected but deep down it's affecting me. And many more," he smiled. " Your aching dying love for me just died when you realized I'm flawed from head to toe?" I asked