Owned by Wallace Monzato (Monzato Brothers 1) COMPLETED

Chapter Thirty

Paige

I don’t know how long I’ve been crying. The agony is ripping me apart to the point that I don’t wanna continue my life. What’s the purpose of my life now? The only reason why I’m waking up everyday is now gone. 

I felt my knees in the middle of the ground. My feet brought to our apartment. I can hear the little noises from the surroundings because I’m all alone and a complete silence is dominating the whole place. 

I flinched when I heard the birds chirping. The night had passed, the sun is now giving light to our neighbourhood. 

I turned off my phone when I heard it rang. They’ve been calling me since I ran away from the hospital but I don’t want to talk to anyone. I wanna be all alone. 

“Paige? Is that you?” That’s Rita’s voice. “Oh Jesus! Are you okay? What happened to you?” 

Am I okay? No. I will never be okay. My mother just left me all alone in this cruel world, how the f**k I will get okay? 

I felt my dry eyes. I bet they are swollen like a bunch of bees attacked my face. I looked at Rita. She’s confuse. 

“Mom’s dead.” 

After crying all night and being alone, I finally admitted the harsh truth. I hoped that what happened yesterday was just a nightmare and I will see my mother again. 

But no. The tears are now dry but the agony is still inside me. 

“I’m sorry, darling. I’m sorry.” Little sobs escaped my lips when she hugged me. She caressed my back. 

“She told me she’s going to live longer for me. But she broke her promise. She left me.” 

“My heart is aching for you.” 

She invited me to have breakfast together with her family but I rejected the offer. I wanted to be alone and let the darkness of sadness eat my whole existence and vanish. There’s no other reason to be alive. 

 I rose my feet to the bathroom. I walked into the shower and let the warm water pour all over me. 

I stared at the bathroom things inside. Those were my mother’s bathroom essentials. A lot of cleaning detergent and stock of soap and toothpaste are on the rack beside the bathroom sink. 

She loves the scent of strawberry hand soap. I stepped outside the shower to smell the hands soap but immediately dropped it when my stomach clenched. I ran to the sink when I feel like something is about to come out. 

I puked mostly water since I haven’t ate anything since last night. After puking, I covered my nose to block the scent of the hand soap. 

I checked the expiration date. It’s not yet expired but the smell made me sick in the stomach. 

Maybe this is the pregnancy things they were saying. I closed my eyes in annoyance when I remembered I didn’t eat anything last night because I was busy crying my heart out. 

I decided to visit Rita in their house to get something to eat. I don’t have any money with me. I left my bag in the hospital. 

“Hey. The breakfast is ready. Eat with us.” I let her dragged me to seat in the chair together with her kids. 

I saw my mother’s blender on the kitchen counter. Rita used to make smoothies when she’s looking after my mom when I’m at work. 

As let out a sad smile. “Keep the blender, Rita.” 

Their favourite bonding is drinking smoothie while ready a book in a complete silence. 

“That’s your mother’s. I didn’t get a chance to send it back because you moved out.” I nodded. 

The pancakes looks mouth watering with the strawberry syrup. Everything looks delicious. Damn, I’m famished. 

“I cannot understand you were feeling right now. I lost my mother too but I cannot compare your situation to mine.” 

“Why?” 

We both lost our mother, our situation is similar. 

“Honey, you have to understand that different people, different feelings. Not because we both lost our mother, doesn’t mean we are in the same page. We do have different perspectives when it comes to seeing the challenges we encounter in life. But the only thing I can say is, I’m here for you. You can talk to me and ask me what advice you can get. My door is always open for you, Paige.” 

I squeezed her hand to tell her that I’m very thankful and touched. I can feel the sincerity in her voice. Another set of tears escaped my eyes but Rita managed to wipe all of them. 

“I appreciate that. But right now, I wanna spend ninety percent of my time in solitude.” 

“Of course. But if you need help, you can always knock on my door okay?” 

“Of course.” 

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I entered the hospital with a cold pair of hand. I don’t know what happened in here after I ran away. I haven’t opened my phone yet because their messages will pop up nonstop. 

Before I lost my mind in so much agony, I decided to pull up my game and start preparing for my mother’s funeral. 

I walk straight to the hallway to find Sage or Minrod, whoever I see first. The hallway is empty and quite. Good because I don’t want to see people’s reaction when they see my face right now. My eyes is swollen and I’m pale. 

I look horrible but I couldn’t care less. 

I decided to go back to the same spot i. the hospital where the doctors told me about the passing of my mother. I flinched when I saw Wallace sitting there. He’s talking to Doctor Minrod. 

He’s still wearing the same outfit from yesterday. 

He’s still here? Why? 

Doctor Minrod pointed at me when I was inches away from them. Wallace looked at me with sorrow in his eyes. He looked at me with pity. 

“Hey.” He rose to his feet to touched my right cheek. There was concern in his eyes and he looks so worried. 

“Where is she?” I didn’t know what to say to him. 

“In the morgue. We haven’t touch her yet because Wallace asked us to wait for you. How are you?” Minrod asked carefully. 

“Miserable.” My lips thinned. 

Minrod left us alone. I told him to clean her now. I don’t want her to rot before I could make a decision. I need to put my s**t together. I should prioritise her before I drown myself in grief. 

After a long silence, Wallace spoke. 

“Rigo told me you didn’t come home. Where have you been? I was worried all night.” 

“I cried myself to sleep last night thinking that whatever happened yesterday was just a dream. But I guess, I failed. This is the reality.” 

“I’m sorry, babe.” He cupped my face. He leaned down and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. 

I pressed my forehead against him. Right now, I wanna be selfish. 

“Can I make a request?” 

“Of course. What is it?” I seen compassion on his handsome face. 

“Can you stay?” 

I don’t care if he wanted to stay for today or after the funeral. I just to feel the affection and kindness he was showing to me the moment we lay our eyes to each other. 

Even if he is just acting, that would mean the world to me. I just wanna feel that someone is there for me, even if it’s fake. 

He pressed a kiss on my forehead “I will. You don’t have to ask for it. I will stay.”