Christmas' Misery

Chapter twenty five

[Duke]

It's already 8:30 p.m. when I decided to off in the company and I am now heading on my way home. I had been trying to call Christmas but she isn't answering her phone. I texted her too but she didn't reply that made me feel damn. I noticed that she is acting different lately that starting to freak me out. She isn't like this. Why all of a sudden? In frustration I drive fast my car and quickly goes out as I arrived. My forehead knotted when I see no lights in the house that made me run inside.

“Christmas!” I called her as I opened the lights here in the first floor. I headed at the kitchen but it was clean and at the same time in the backyard. “Christmas!” I run in the second floor and headed to our room but I didn't see her as I opened the lights. “What the f**k? She must be home by now.” I said to myself and headed to the other room but she isn't really here.

When I remembered auntie goes here recently, I headed downstairs to go at the house in front. There is a light inside so it means auntie is already home. I pressed the doorbell and didn't stop till the door don't open.

“Damn! Stop pressing the doorbell!” auntie yelled inside and the door opened, “D-duke, you are here.”

“Yes I just got home. I came here to ask if Christmas is there with you? Is she there inside?” I asked desperately.

“Sh-she isn't with me–I mean we are together earlier in the mall but we already got home after that,” she replied, “Why? Is there something wrong?”

“Christmas wasn't in the house and already tried to call her but she is not answering,” I answered.

“What?! Seriously? But we got home together.”

“Does Christmas told you something like where she will go? Or have you talk to her before she gone again in the house?” I asked hoping she is.

“Sorry but we didn't talk. I am just here in the house resting the whole time as we got home,” she replied.

“Where the hell is she by now?” I asked looking at our house.

“Maybe she goes out to buy some food to eat,” guessed of auntie.

“But we had food in the house she don't have to buy. Everytime she is going somewhere she always texting me to inform but she didn't today. She isn't like this!” I kicked the flowerpot near on me.

“Calm down, Duke. Wait for her first before you panick there. There are still time and she must be on her way home by now,” auntie said.

I grimaced. “Fine I will wait for her.” I said and headed in the house without facing her. “I know there is something up in your head and I will deal with it when you came back.” I shut the door close together with lights in the first floor and headed upstairs.

[Christmas]

“He already home?”

When I got back to my senses, I slowly opened my eyes and I saw Carlos in the veranda talking with someone in his phone. I didn't move in the bed and pretending I'm still unconscious. I want to hear what is all about the conversation he is making in the other line.

“What did he say to you? Is he looking for her?” he asked, “That asshole still had a guts after all he done.” he said and if correct me if I'm wrong but I guess he is talking to auntie, “Call me to update what is happening there what is he doing. Bet he is frustratedly by now.” he said once more and ended the call.

As I saw him he is heading towards me, I play the unconscious role that I didn't hear anything from him. I can hear his footsteps coming from me and I feel nervous on what he might do next now he is done talking in his phone. This is really sick!

“I know you already awake,” he said.

I threw him the pillow on my side and get off the bed. “Let me go home!” I yelled at him.

“You are already home,” he replied.

“No! This isn't my home. I don't live here.”

“You owned this, Christmas. This is where we live.”

I looked at him unbelievable. “You still thinking that I am her!” I pointed the portrait hanged nearly in the bed. “It is not me and maybe we had the same face but that is not me!”

“Will you please lower your voice?” he asked irritatedly, “I didn't know how you became this so annoying.”

“Woah, I'm the one now who is annoying here?” I pointed myself. “You should be that one who is annoying here. You keep on following me wherever I go and now you took me for this stupid stuff around me?”

“This isn't stupid!” He faced me while glaring directly into my eyes. “You are her!” He pointed the portrait. “You are the Christmas I met six years ago and the woman I married.”

I averted my eyes in my right side. “It is not me, Carlos. Maybe I just look like her but it is not me. I can't be–”

Carlos suddenly pulled me to him, holding my both shoulder. “Why can't you remember anything?! What just happened, Christmas?!” He yelled angrily. “You told me you will come back but I just waited. That's why I came to Florida to find you.”

“Wa-wait a minute, are you telling me we are not in Florida? Jacksonville? Or in Orlando?” I asked.

“We aren't there any–”

“What the hell?!” I pushed him away. “Where the hell did you take me?!”

“We are here in California.”

“California? What the hell? Take me home!”

“No! I'm your husband, Christmas, and you are my wife not him!” he yelled, pointing the doorway seems Duke was standing here, “You don't even know him–”

“I don't even know you, Carlos. Don't talk like I do,” I cut him off.

He slowly placed down his hand. “Yea, right, you don't know me because you forgot me.” He took the folder at the top of the drawer and threw it on the bed.

“What is that?”

“See it yourself,” he answered and walk away.

“Where are you going? Take me home now, Carlos!” I yelled and follow him.

He stopped walking and so do I. “You stay here till you remember everything.” He said and left me alone here in the room.

I run through the door and turned the knob but it is lock again from the outside. “Carlos! Open the door!” I kicked the door but I just hurt myself. “You really are annoying!” I yelled and marched back into the bed.

I sat on the bed and took the folder annoyingly to see what is inside. For sure this is another trick of him for me to believe that I was the woman he claiming me to be. As I opened the folder, my forehead knotted as I saw my signature in the marriage contract I am holding now.

“Why the f**k is my signature is here?” I asked in the air, checking if the contract was real but seems it is really real. “Christmas Antebellum was my name but I didn't sign this.” I dropped the marriage contract in the bed. “I never been married before!”

I checked the other papers inside the folders and I had now in my hands the title of the house. It is written also my name together of my signature that starting me to freak out. I look for the other papers again and now I am holding the contract of a will and my name together of my signature is on the paper again.

“What the hell is this?” I asked, still checking the other papers and my name was still written.

When there is no paper anymore, I suddenly stop as I saw a picture clipped in the back of the folder. It was Carlos and the look-alike of me sitting on the beach happily. I chuckled unbelievable and dropped the picture as I look around to see the same faces of me in every part of this room. I really look like her in every angle and she seems so happy than I am right now. Is it possible that I am really her? But that is impossible. I can't even remember a thing about him or about all of this. He is just playing my head. He is confusing me!