Sweet vengeance

When love lies

I woke up the next morning feeling like a log, I couldn't get up from the bed. I felt empty inside coupled with immense sadness.

"Was I ever going to get past this heartbreak?" I asked myself. I wasn't sure I ever would, Luke was the only man I had ever loved as my life depended on it, I didn't think I could ever get over him but just like my mother had said, I had to get to, and pick up the pieces of my life.

I tried sitting up in bed but that too was a struggle for me, I looked around for my purse where I had kept my phone but I couldn't find it anywhere close.

"Ugh!" I grunted and fell back onto the bed I was frustrated when suddenly, I heard a soft knock on the door.

I raised my head, wondering what my mom was doing in my room by this time of the day. My mother was an early bird but she left my mornings to me and I wondered if that had changed.

"Mom, is that you?" I asked, throwing the sheets away from my body. I didn't get any response and I hoped that she wasn't expecting me to come get the door for her.

"Mom, the door is unlocked, can you please come in, "I shouted at the door, but still, I didn't get any response. The door knob began to turn in an unusual way as if she was struggling to open the door.

"The door is unlocked!" I said again. I opened my mouth to say something else but before I got the chance to say it, the door opened and the little girl walked in casually into the room.

My eyes bulged as I sat up straight to look at her, what the hell was she doing in my room?

"Good morning." The girl greeted me with the same small voice.

"Uhm, can I help you?" I had no intentions to ask that but I couldn't help it.

"Good morning." She greeted again as she made her way toward the bed. "Mummy says that you're my sister." She said and tried getting into the bed but the king's side bed was too high for her to climb in.

I just stared at her in disbelief, I was too stunned to say anything.

"Can you please help?" She said, stretching her hands toward me.

"Sure," I said and carried her into the bed. "...your sister?" I asked her, voicing out my surprise.

"Yes, mummy says that you're my sister," she said again but this time with a smile and tried scooting toward me.

"I need to speak to Mother about this," I said more to myself than to her.

"Speak to mother about what?" She asked me innocently.

"No dear, I wasn't talking to you," I said, trying to make her feel comfortable even though I wasn't.

"So my mother told you that I'm your sister?" I asked and she nodded her head.

I ran my eyes all over her body, trying to guess her age. She looked somewhat around the age of six but she had the mentality of a twelve year old.

"How old are you?" I finally voiced out my thoughts.

"I'm eight." She answered, holding up her fingers.

"Eight? You reason much older for a girl your age!" I pointed out.

"Wow!" She exclaimed.

"What's that?" I asked.

"You sound so much like a mummy, she always says that I reason much older for a girl my age."

"Well, she isn't far from the truth," I commented.

"My name is Diana, what's yours?"

"Mother didn't tell you my name?" I asked with a tinge of sarcasm in my tone.

"She did, I just wanted us to get to know ourselves better and to apologize for the way I treated you yesterday by not letting you into the house even when I saw that it was about to rain."

I raised my brow and nodded my head curtly, mirroring how impressed I was.

"That's okay, your apology is accepted," I said to her simply, hoping that she would take that as a cue to leave but boy was I wrong.

"I wondered why mummy never told me that I had a sister."

"Well I guess she had her reasons," I said, shrugging my shoulders. I didn't feel like I wanted to have a conversation but somehow, I felt relieved talking to her, there was an inexplicable feeling of comfort that she brought to me with her voice.

"I guess so too." She said and averted her gaze as if thinking of what to say next. "You left your purse in the living room."

"Did I?" I said, realizing that I'd been looking for it since I woke up this morning.

"Should I go get it for you?" She asked me.

"Oh yes, I'd really appreciate that," I replied and she hurriedly stood and ran out of the door.

"Oh wow!" I said and got up from the bed, I didn't know where I got the energy from but I just suddenly did.

She came back the next minute like she had never left with my purse in her hand. "Here's your purse." She said and handed the purse over to me.

"Oh my, thank you so much," I said and took the purse. I immediately unzipped it and took my phone out, there were so many text messages and missed calls but none of them was from Luke and I felt my heart sink into my stomach.

"What's the matter, you don't look happy," Diana asked and I could hear the genuine sadness in her voice.

"Oh it's nothing," I lied and tried to avoid her intense gaze.

"Really?"

"Yes," I replied subconsciously and started to pace the room.

"But you don't look okay." She said.

"Can I please be left alone sweetie, I need to put some of my things in place," I said, trying to force a smile on my face so she wouldn't feel bad.

"Can I at least help you with some of it?" No dear, it's going to be a lot of work for you.

"Oh okay." She said in a disappointed tone and walked out of the room, dragging her feet across the floor.