Chapter 7

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Cassian came down from the stairs, a flash of pink on his white love seat caught his attention. "Who dared to sit on my couch?", he muttered while walking towards it. He noticed it was a pink notepad. "...??" Perplexed, he sighed " my mum is already inviting girls over?". He scoffed and picked up the notepad, strutting back upstairs. ... Camille was munching the toasted bread, while sitting at the dining table. Her mom sat adjacent to her , rubbing butter on the bread. "Mrs lily is way too nice. I actually thought she'd be arrogant " Cam said smiling, her cheeks full "Don't talk with your mouth full" "You lied about her being arrogant and bossy. She's just too generous. I was the centre of attention at school the whole day because of the ferrari she let me have a ride in, it felt heavenly " "You don't just judge people because they did something nice for you once" "Ok ok i've heard you. But she's nice" Hepzibah sighed. "Mum... i just remembered,i can't find my diary" "And how exactly is that my problem?,don't even think about getting a new one, i just got that, it was the last in the book store" "I thought you saw it" "You never allowed me touch your diary remember?" "I know. But its never gone missing" "Did you misplace it at school?" "No...wait a minute, i visited that huge house this morning " "Where i work?" "Yeah. And i emptied my bag on the love seat. Mum it must be there, i'm definitely sure" "Ok. Take it easy, i check tomorrow " "Mum i wrote all my private life in that book. What if mrs lydia gets to see it?" "Calm down Camille, i'm sure i'll find it, its not a big deal" "It is mum. She gets to see the creepy things i wrote, what if she thinks i'm a bad girl??" "Creepy things?" "Mum I'm doomed" "Why are you sounding like that's your pandora's box?" "...because my diary is like my bestfriend. Only dad could understand me right now. I wish he was here". Camille stood up and ran to her bedroom slamming the door so hard. "...cam I'm sorrry...huh. I wish you knew what your father really is like" Hepzibah sighed in regret. ... Cassian sat on his king size bed. He flipped through the pink notepad and a picture fell out. He stared at the picture before picking it up. A smile slowly crept across his face.He traced the edge of her hair with his fingertip, studying her carefree smile. There was something oddly captivating about it.He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen such a bright, genuine, carefree smile. The girl stood outside a garden in colourful pyjamas, a scarf wrapped loosely around her neck and a stone pendant resting against her rainbow-coloured sweater. Her head tilted slightly to one side as she raised two fingers in a playful peace sign. Cassian chuckled softly. His eyes lingered on the picture for a moment longer than they should have. He blinked. "wait,...What am I doing?" He lowered it "She's a stranger " He quickly snapped out of his thought and slipped the picture back inside the diary. An entry caught his attention. ๐”‡๐”ข๐”ž๐”ฏ ๐”ก๐”ฆ๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ถ.. 16๐”ฑ๐”ฅ ๐”–๐”ข๐”ญ๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ช๐”Ÿ๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”๐”ถ ๐”ฃ๐”ฆ๐”ฏ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ ๐”ก๐”ž๐”ถ ๐”ž๐”ฑ ๐”ซ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ช๐”ž๐”ซ ๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ค๐”ฅ ๐”ฐ๐” ๐”ฅ๐”ฌ๐”ฌ๐”ฉ ๐”ด๐”ž๐”ฐ ๐”ข๐”ญ๐”ฆ๐” ๐Ÿค—, ๐”ฃ๐”ฏ๐”ฌ๐”ช ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ญ๐”ฏ๐”ฌ๐” ๐”ข๐”ฐ๐”ฐ๐”ฆ๐”ฌ๐”ซ ๐”ฆ ๐”จ๐”ซ๐”ข๐”ด ๐”ฐ๐”ฌ๐”ช๐”ข๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค ๐”ด๐”ž๐”ฐ ๐”ฐ๐”ฌ ๐” ๐”ฌ๐”ฌ๐”ฉ ๐”ž๐”Ÿ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฑ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฐ๐” ๐”ฅ๐”ฌ๐”ฌ๐”ฉ, ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฐ๐” ๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ฆ๐”ฌ ๐”ด๐”ž๐”ฐ ๐”Ÿ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ฑ๐”ฅ ๐”ฑ๐”ž๐”จ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค๐Ÿ˜ฎ, ๐”ฆ ๐” ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฉ๐”ก๐”ซ'๐”ฑ ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ฉ๐”ญ ๐”Ÿ๐”ฒ๐”ฑ ๐”ด๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ฑ ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”จ๐”ซ๐”ฌ๐”ด ๐”ช๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ข ๐”ž๐”Ÿ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฑ ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ. ๐”„๐”ซ๐”ก ๐”ฆ ๐”ง๐”ฒ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ ๐”ค๐”ฌ๐”ฑ ๐”ž ๐”ซ๐”ข๐”ด ๐”ซ๐”ฌ๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ญ๐”ž๐”ก ๐”ด๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐” ๐”ฅ ๐”ฆ'๐”ช ๐”ฒ๐”ฐ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค ๐” ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ฑ๐”ฉ๐”ถ, ๐”ช๐”ถ ๐”ฌ๐”ฉ๐”ก ๐”ซ๐”ฌ๐”ฑ๐”ข ๐”ญ๐”ž๐”ก ๐”ด๐”ž๐”ฐ ๐”ฃ๐”ฆ๐”ฉ๐”ฉ๐”ข๐”ก. โ„‘๐”ฑ๐”ฐ ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ฆ๐”ฉ๐”ฉ ๐”ช๐”ข, โ„ญ๐”ž๐”ช. ๐”๐”ถ ๐”ช๐”ฌ๐”ช ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ฐ๐”ฌ ๐”ž๐”ก๐”ž๐”ช๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ฑ ๐”ฌ๐”ซ ๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ฉ๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค ๐”ช๐”ข ๐”ด๐”ฅ๐”ถ ๐”ฐ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฉ๐”ข๐”ฃ๐”ฑ ๐”ช๐”ถ ๐”ก๐”ž๐”ก ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ก ๐”ฆ ๐”ช๐”ฆ๐”ฐ๐”ฐ ๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ช ๐”ฐ๐”ฌ ๐”ช๐”ฒ๐” ๐”ฅ... ...is this a diary?.., Cassian thought and flipped. ๐•ฏ๐–Š๐–†๐–— ๐–‰๐–Ž๐–†๐–—๐–ž 17๐–™๐– ๐•พ๐–Š๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–’๐–‡๐–Š๐–— ๐•ด ๐–’๐–Š๐–™ ๐–† ๐–“๐–Š๐–œ ๐–‹๐–—๐–Ž๐–Š๐–“๐–‰, ๐–˜๐–๐–Š'๐–˜ ๐–œ๐–๐–Ž๐–™๐–“๐–Š๐–ž ๐–†๐–“๐–‰ ๐–Ž ๐–‘๐–Ž๐–๐–Š ๐–๐–Š๐–—. ๐•ฟ๐–๐–Š๐–—๐–Š ๐–†๐–—๐–Š ๐–—๐–Š๐–†๐–‘๐–‘๐–ž ๐–‘๐–”๐–™๐–˜ ๐–”๐–‹ ๐–—๐–Ž๐–ˆ๐– ๐–ˆ๐–”๐–”๐–‘ ๐–๐–Ž๐–‰๐–˜, ๐–™๐–๐–Š๐–ž ๐–›๐–Ž๐–‡๐–Š ๐–œ๐–Ž๐–™๐– ๐–•๐–”๐–œ๐–Š๐–— ๐–†๐–“๐–‰ ๐–™๐–๐–Š๐–Ž๐–— ๐–†๐–š๐–—๐–† ๐–Ž๐–˜ ๐–Œ๐–Ž๐–›๐–Ž๐–“๐–Œ โคโค. ๐•ฟ๐–๐–Š๐–Ž๐–— ๐–ˆ๐–†๐–‹๐–Š๐–™๐–Š๐–—๐–Ž๐–† ๐–Ž๐–˜ ๐–๐–Š๐–†๐–›๐–Š๐–“ ๐Ÿซฐ๐Ÿซฐ, ๐–™๐–๐–Š๐–“ ๐–™๐–๐–Š ๐–’๐–Š๐–†๐–‘๐–˜?, ๐–”๐–’๐–Œ ๐–Ž๐–™๐–˜ ๐–™๐–†๐–˜๐–™๐–ž ๐Ÿ˜‹. ๐•ฎ๐–‘๐–†๐–˜๐–˜๐–Š๐–˜ ๐–†๐–—๐–Š ๐–†๐–‘๐–œ๐–†๐–ž๐–˜ ๐–‡๐–”๐–—๐–Ž๐–“๐–Œ ๐–˜๐–”๐–’๐–Š๐–™๐–Ž๐–’๐–Š๐–˜ , ๐–Ž ๐–‹๐–Š๐–Š๐–‘ ๐–‘๐–Ž๐–๐–Š ๐–Š๐–๐–•๐–‘๐–”๐–—๐–Ž๐–“๐–Œ ๐–Š๐–›๐–Š๐–—๐–ž๐–™๐–๐–Ž๐–“๐–Œ ๐–‡๐–š๐–™ ๐–Ž ๐–๐–†๐–›๐–Š๐–“'๐–™ ๐–Œ๐–”๐–™ ๐–™๐–๐–Š ๐–ˆ๐–๐–†๐–“๐–ˆ๐–Š ๐–™๐–”. ๐•ด ๐–—๐–Š๐–†๐–‘๐–‘๐–ž ๐–œ๐–†๐–“๐–“๐–† ๐–‡๐–Š ๐–’๐–†๐–‰ ๐–œ๐–Ž๐–™๐– ๐–’๐–š๐–’ ๐–˜๐–” ๐–˜๐–๐–Š ๐–ˆ๐–”๐–š๐–‘๐–‰ ๐–™๐–Š๐–‘๐–‘ ๐–’๐–Š ๐–œ๐–๐–ž ๐–˜๐–๐–Š ๐–ˆ๐–š๐–™ ๐–†๐–‘๐–‘ ๐–ˆ๐–”๐–“๐–“๐–Š๐–ˆ๐–™๐–Ž๐–”๐–“๐–˜ ๐–‹๐–—๐–”๐–’ ๐–’๐–ž ๐–‰๐–†๐–‰. ๐•ด๐–™'๐–˜ ๐–˜๐–” ๐–˜๐–†๐–‰ ๐–’๐–ž ๐–•๐–†๐–—๐–Š๐–“๐–™๐–˜ ๐–†๐–—๐–Š๐–“'๐–™ ๐–™๐–”๐–Œ๐–Š๐–™๐–๐–Š๐–—.๐Ÿ˜ข๐Ÿ˜ข๐–†๐–“๐–‰ ๐–Ž ๐–‰๐–”๐–“'๐–™ ๐–๐–“๐–”๐–œ ๐–™๐–๐–Š ๐–ˆ๐–†๐–š๐–˜๐–Š...๐–œ๐–๐–†๐–™ ๐–Ž๐–‹ ๐–Ž ๐–†๐–’ ๐–™๐–๐–Š ๐–—๐–Š๐–†๐–˜๐–”๐–“ ๐–‡๐–Š๐–๐–Ž๐–“๐–‰ ๐–™๐–๐–Š๐–Ž๐–— ๐–‡๐–—๐–Š๐–†๐–๐–š๐–•??. He flipped, while resting his head on a pillow, legs crossed. ๐ท๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ ๐‘‘๐‘–๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘›๐‘Ž ๐ผ ๐‘‘๐‘œ๐‘›'๐‘ก ๐‘ค๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘›๐‘Ž ๐‘๐‘ข๐‘ก ๐‘Ž ๐‘‘๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘ข๐‘ก ๐‘– ๐‘˜๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ค ๐‘–๐‘ก๐‘  ๐‘ค๐‘’๐‘–๐‘Ÿ๐‘‘ ๐‘– ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘–๐‘›๐‘˜ ๐‘– โ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘Ž ๐‘ ๐‘™๐‘–๐‘”โ„Ž๐‘ก ๐‘ข๐‘›๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘™๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘Ÿ๐‘ข๐‘ โ„Ž ๐‘œ๐‘› ๐‘ ๐‘œ๐‘š๐‘’๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘’, โ„Ž๐‘’'๐‘  ๐‘†๐‘˜๐‘ฆ๐‘’. ๐‘Š๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๐‘ ๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘  ๐‘ก๐‘œ๐‘‘๐‘Ž๐‘ฆ ๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘› โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๐‘”๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘ก ๐‘“๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘’๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘š๐‘œ๐‘ ๐‘ก ๐‘ โ„Ž๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘“๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ. ๐ป๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘ก๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘โ„Ž ๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘›๐‘ก ๐‘”๐‘œ๐‘œ๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘๐‘ข๐‘š๐‘๐‘  ๐‘‘๐‘œ๐‘ค๐‘› ๐‘š๐‘ฆ ๐‘ ๐‘˜๐‘–๐‘›. ๐ด๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘› ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ ๐‘ค๐‘Ž๐‘  ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๐‘”๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘ก ๐‘‘๐‘ข๐‘‘๐‘’, ๐‘Š๐‘–๐‘™๐‘™๐‘–๐‘Ž๐‘š๐‘  ๐‘™๐‘Ž๐‘”๐‘“๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘‘ ๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘œ ๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘œ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘”๐‘–๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘™๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘Ÿ ๐‘–๐‘› ๐‘“๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘ก ๐‘œ๐‘“ โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘’๐‘ฅ ๐‘”๐‘–๐‘Ÿ๐‘™๐‘“๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘’๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘œ ๐‘– ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘–๐‘›๐‘˜ ๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘ž๐‘ข๐‘’๐‘’๐‘› ๐‘œ๐‘“ ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ ๐‘๐‘™๐‘Ž๐‘ ๐‘ . ๐ผ ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘™๐‘ฆ โ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘’ ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘Ž๐‘‘๐‘š๐‘–๐‘ก ๐‘–๐‘ก ๐‘๐‘ข๐‘ก โ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘ค๐‘Ž๐‘  ๐‘˜๐‘–๐‘›๐‘‘๐‘Ž๐‘Ž๐‘Ž๐‘Ž ๐‘๐‘ข๐‘ก๐‘’๐Ÿซฐ๐Ÿฅน๐Ÿฅน๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘› โ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘œ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘”๐‘–๐‘ง๐‘’๐‘‘. Cassian scoffed. "No one is more handsome than i, how could she say that?. I'm more handsome than any freakin dude. Staying at home is making my beauty fade. I must go to school again!, she'll drool if she sees me" ... Camille paced around her room thinking of who was with her diary. Maybe Mrs Lydia or her kids... ... The Silence made the dinner brutal. One could hear the sound of the breeze. Father and son sat in silence, Mr Craig ate the meal at ease while his son found it hard to take in a spoon of the jollof spaghetti ๐Ÿbefore him. Craig wiped his mouth with a serviette before gulping in some cherry champagne then continued with the meal. "You're going to London on friday", Craig announced while slicing the roasted duck meat. Skye droped his cutlery in annoyance "Why?" "You're mom is awake and her condition will only get worse if there's no one by her side " "Acting concerned doesn't suit you. You transferred my mother to London hospital so that you could get rid of us totally?" Mr craig stood up and walked closer to his son. "Your mother's condition has changed. If you ever want to see her again, you'll board that flight on friday and if you tell anyone what you've seen, you're dead meat" "Are you human at all?. You Don deserve a father title. I curse the day my mum met you " A slap came across his face "You ingrate of a child!. You're banned from going to school on Thursday, do all u wish tomorrow and Prepare yourself for the trip " With that he walked away . Skye clenched his fist, fummed in rage, breathing heavily, kicked the chair beside him.
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