Hidden Truth

Relocating

“Are you all set?” Aunt Beatrice asked me. I looked round my room to see if I must have forgotten anything or left anything behind. “NO I don’t think I forgot anything. I am all set”. I assured her.“Oh good then. Get into the car. We have to make it home for lunch” she told me. I got into the car and put on my seat belt. Aunt Beatrice got in beside me started the engine and drove off. Aunt Beatrice as she has said was here early this morning. I didn’t have the energy to go round telling ‘my friends’ that I was leaving. Memories of last night events came rushing into my head. Whatever dad wrote, it still wasn’t sufficient information. I still don’t get it . Why would he hide something like this from everyone? Did mom even know? What really was it that he was talking about? All he wrote was what he needed to do to fix it and how sorry he was. Fix what? Why would he have something that important in his possession.

“Why are you so quiet? Are you hungry? Aunt Beatrice asked me. She looked at me closely. She seemed so concerned. “I am fine. Just thinking about dad and Paris “ I didn’t lie she smiled at me, ”Everything will be alright”she assured me that was all we said to each other through out the ride. We arrived at aunt Beatrice’s a little past one. I didn’t even realize I slept off in the car. By the time she woke me up she had already packed my things and kept them nicely in the room I was to stay in “get cleaned up and join me on the dinning, table you look hungry” she told me and walked away. I looked round the room it was welcoming the room had its own bathroom and the bed was comfortable I quickly arranged my clothes into the wardrobe. If aunt Beatrice can start calling for me and am not there immediately she would stump up here to get me. I quickly showered and went down to meet her.The food smelled nice she had prepared pasta and chicken. She was also holding a green drink I have never seen a drink look so green, “ It’s organic. I only drink organic” That was going to be a problem because I don’t take anything organic or diet “ I hate organic” I told her almost in tears. She smiled at me“That’s not a problem. Just go to the store later and get a few drinks for yourself” I joined her on the table and started eating immediately “ Slow down honey. You are eating like a lion. When was the last time you ate?” “Yesterday. It was nice, it was just very little” I told her not raising my head from the food. “ You had better eat up. I don’t like skinny people under my roof.” she said sipping her organic. I looked up “ I’m not skinny. Naturally I would be chubby. I just lost a lot of weight after dad’s death.” I told her. “ I liked you better when you were like that. “She said. That’s so not true. Nobody likes a chubby person “ Are you lying?” She dropped her cup” why would I lie? I love chubby people because they look like sexy apples”. How? I laughed. After lunch I cleared the dishes and washed them. I still feel so sleepy. I would just crash then go to the store in the night. The road was really busy. Aunt Beatrice wouldn’t let me lend her car, said the store was not far off and the things I wanted to get weren’t so much a burden because they were going to be few. What makes her think that? And she was right after all the things really weren’t so heavy. Nothing I couldn’t handle. I decided to take the side walk back home. I was about to make the last turn home when some guy from nowhere landed on his limbs like a cat on the road right in front of me. I looked up to see where he had jumped from and the height of the building was even scary. It was impossible to make that jump. If he

landed on his limbs am sure he broke his body. I walked towards him immediately to see if I could help

him and much to my amazement he stood up like nothing happened. In fact he looked far from hurt. I

kept staring at him with my eyes wide open “What in God’s name was that?” I asked him. He just kept mute smiling at me. “Why? Why would you jump from such a height?” I kept asking him but he said

nothing. He just stood there and kept smiling at me. “Do you want to get yourself killed?” I asked him

again. He was still silent. I walked past him. “ You can get yourself killed for all I care, but the next time you want to die, make sure you do it in private” I snapped at him and walked away. He still said nothing.

He just stood there and kept watching me walk away. I felt bad immediately for speaking to him in that

manner, he was probably mute or possibly deaf. But really it was very silly of him to jump from such a

height. No one in their right mind would dare to do that.

Aunt Beatrice was fast asleep on the couch when I got in. How early does she sleep it was just a little

past eight. I walked into the kitchen and arranged the stuffs I bought into the cabinet. What am I

supposed to do now? I was excited, a little because I felt if I moved in with her I may be a less bored but

I did forget she was older than me and since she runs her own restaurant she must be really exhausted. I

took out my phone, still no message neither is there a call from Paris. I never stopped trying his number.

All I want is for him to just call me back. How am I supposed to do this on my own? Just please call me

Paris, am not even asking for much.