THE STORY OF US

CHAPTER FIVE-ANSWER

“Yes, Mr. Chalk no problem I would love to participate maybe I might like it you know one can never tell well can I be on my way”

I was still really impatient, I wanted to catch up to her for I had the feeling she was still around the premises.

Looking at me with surprise unable to produce a single sentence, Mr. Chalk kept looking at me, he was shocked at my immediate response to his proposal, he had thought with someone like me It would be a lot harder, he wasn’t wrong for I would have declined if he had not mentioned her, taking all of my attention in an immediate instance with just a single sentence.

“Sure, we will continue our discussion tomorrow,” Mr. Chalk said after recovering from the sudden shock, “maybe I will get to introduce you to your team what say” I left without a single reply but a little smirk on my face for he had not the slightest clue on the reason for me accepting to play his little child’s game and the reason why am in so much rush to leave well it best that way right I wouldn’t want him having the wrong motive towards me.

Dashing through the hallway at a great speed, much faster than before, the thought of her came running through my mind again I could feel her touch on my skin over and over and my God it was driving me insane.

I got to the tennis court, sad and depressed that I didn’t meet up with her I turned to leave for this was my final destination. But there she was, playing all by herself with an incredible force that could hurt her if she dragged it on for a long time.

I had a strong desire to do something I couldn’t bear to watch her hit the ball with such force, I itched closer to her trying really hard not to disturb or startle her I wanted to just see her up close I wanted to look at her one more time.

Looking at her in the courtyard gave me a large amount of peace something I thought I lost looking at her reminded me of my mom for she mostly loved to come to the tennis court and play as much as could whenever she was happy or depressed.

I stood there all stand still admiring every bit of her beauty and then it struck me, I was lost in the sight of the beauty that my body forgot the meaning of disturbance and before it presently came to my occurrence, I was right in front of her I stuttered for a moment trying to find the right and appropriate word to render as a sign of apology but as I open my mouth to apologize something cut me.

I saw her tear piling up in her eyes and she fighting so hard not to cry not to show that weak side of her and the last restriction in me broke I couldn’t feel the pain I had in me earlier I couldn’t feel my pain instead I felt hers and it broke me tearing down the last wall of defense I had in me.

I pulled her in my arms even without knowing a thing about her not caring if she took it another way or got scared or invaded, I just wanted her to release every bit of pain she had in her I wanted her to give me it all.

“What are you doing” Pulling herself away from me and looking me in the eyes she asked angrily, “Your eyes are sad, I can feel your pain and it hurts me why do you try so hard to hold it in when you should be crying it all out”

I looked directly into her eyes as I continued “You know crying doesn’t make you weak or look weak no, it simply brings you peace, so please cry it all out and I’ll hold it all for you, you know the pain cry it all out into me I would hold it all for you till you're ready to let it go I would hold it all for you all you have to do is cry”.

She was so confused as to why I was asking her to cry all her heart and pain out to me that I would help her hold it even when I knew nothing about her she was so full of questions for me but at this moment I too had broken the biggest barrow holding her tears and she poured it all out to me until her eyes were too tired to cry her heart free of some pain her mind too occupied with question to even think the pain.

Her lips were filled with question for she was surprised these was the very first time she cried even at the accident which took her father away and left her with nothing but herself for her mother had died while giving birth to her so now she was all alone and yet she could not cry.

A single sentence coming from a total stranger and a simple hug was enough to break her to the very edge she was lost and she needed answer to her question and as to why I reacted that way.

She turned to ask why I did that for she needed an answer for someone in their right mind wouldn’t dear hug a total stranger or get all emotional with them especially when the person is a woman, she tried to speak but then my timer came on.

I had set a timer for I had to meet my dad today for dinner and he is the type of person who likes people attending his meeting on time even if it was launch with his son, I couldn’t spear a single time wasted so I decided to treat it as a business meeting for my father treated a moment with his child as a business meeting.

I can't remember a time when I had fun with my dad never, but I have never well maybe that's the reason why I can easily hate him without even trying when he brought my stepmom into the house a year after my mom died well that’s that.

“Sorry, I need to leave this is very important maybe next time I will get to know you more” I dashed away even before she could protest or shoot me with a question, I could have forfeited the dinner with him but for some reason I already knew what she was about to say and I didn’t want to answer that question for me myself I came all the way here after brushing skins with for the same answer to the same question.

Why all of a sudden am I so interested in her I wanted to know everything about her what she likes when she hates what makes her smile and what makes her cry, I wanted to know it all, and for this reason, I couldn’t bring myself to giving her an answer to the question that was still a mystery enigma something that baffles my understanding and cannot be explained I just can’t and so the best escape was this meeting I have never been so happy to hear this timer as I am today.

Entering into the inn five minute later than scheduled, meeting the eye of an angry father who was so pissed off that I was late but yet glad that I came.

Me coming late was better than not showing at all so though he was pissed off that I came late for he was a busy man like he always says, he was happy.

Out of all his schedule.

Today, mine was the most important to him even if I resent him, I still showed up because I know for some reason he still cared.

The dinner was short as always nothing much spoken and few words shared even when I got tons of questions to ask him, I was always considerate of his other schedule.

I’ll wait for the right moment an appropriate when he wouldn’t have an excuse to leave over a business which he could probably reschedule and have a little talk with me his own son, maybe that time wouldn’t come but I would still be patient, I’ll still hope that day would come soon but even if it doesn’t come, I can always resent him the more maybe his conscience would get the best of him then.

Got home a little later than usually I had so much going through this tiny little brain of mine so I drove through the quite night trying so hard to clear it all away that I can get a little rest feeling every bit of the cool breeze passing through my soft curly hair scattering it all into a messy bum and yet it looked devilishly gorgeous.

Also, to spend a little time making my step mom get wary and tired of waiting for me for she had started this routine of staying up late till I arrive before going to bed all in the name of I care but.

I don’t care if she stays up late, it doesn’t border me, like it doesn’t border me not even the tiniest bit, but the idea of wanting to take care of me wanting to replace my late mother, to take the space created especially for her, no I couldn’t possibly Abor it I just couldn’t, she got to my dad but that doesn’t mean she can get to me I couldn’t possibly allow it.

Step into the bath tub washing all the pain and flushing them down the drain I sat there for like an hour and when it felt like my body couldn’t take the cold anymore, I step out, turned off the water pick up my towel dried up my dripping hair put on my sleeping robe I was ready for bed.

I seem to be filling quite okay, I felt refreshed and fine, I got into bed closed my eyes and then suddenly there it was again, her reflection the tear drop pilling up in her eyes, her trying so hard to fight it, my body moving on its own accord touched by her pain filled up with guilt for not telling her to cry it all away for not sharing the pain with her all those memories kept on clouding my mind.

I tried so hard to sleep but she was on my mind the very thought of her going to bed all alone in that state made my heart ache and I still couldn’t figure out why and how could my body respond in such a way for a total stranger, like how could she affect me so greatly like this how, the thought kept pounding inside my head until I finally drifted off to sleep.

Morning seems to come quickly and I felt like I was denied a great amount of sleep I didn’t want to get up so early in the morning but on the other hand I have to.

I couldn’t bear to see my stepmom face this morning, I didn’t want to see her because each time I saw her like that it reminding me of my dear mother, I know she has no fault, it wasn’t her fault that I lost my mother and it wasn’t also her fault that she fell in love with my dad or got married to him, but, but I just couldn’t take it for it hurts so bad right here in my heart.