OUR JOY

CHAPTER 3

There was this beautiful sand castle that was built by some teenage boys by the sea, everyone was amazed the boys said they wanted to learn how to do it. They asked me if it was OK to go to them and asked them if they could show them how they did it. I had no problem with that, as long the boys were having fun and I could see them all the time. I could see they boys were having fun and one of the teenage boys was paying too much attention to them, he was protective and extremely careful with them. He was not even paying attention to his friend’s comments, I was curious what was his problem, why he had some interest in my boys. I saw the look he had when he first saw them, it was like he had seen a ghost. This was scaring me; I don't know why I was being paranoid but there was something about him. No, it was not bad but still there was something about him and when he turned for the first time and I saw his eyes and facial features I knew why. I only had seen the side of him but you can tell when a person is staring.

The lady on my side confirmed my theory.

" Anthony Grey has taken a liking to your boys. You don't see that every day."

" What’s that supposed to mean?" I asked the woman, she seemed like a judgmental b***h.

"I don't mean anything about it, I am just saying that gold diggers these days’ use whatever they have to get into the riches of the rich." She had this disgusted look on her face.

" I mean they can use their own siblings to get that" The b***h had a nerve.

" Look here, whoever you are. I came her with my sons to have fun and loosen up. So, your theories and judgmental conclusions must stay within your depths of bitterness. Leave me the hell alone and mind your own f*****g business." I looked at her for some time, I shook my head.

Who the hell did she think she was?

" For your information, I did not know who the hell is that guy until you told me of course. why would I try to get in his pants anyway? I have some morals woman; he is a kid." I was angry now, what the hell is wrong with this woman.

My day was ruined by that woman, I turned to look for the boys and they were nowhere to be found. I looked around frantically and I was so scared. Me breathe was coming in short pants and I was shaking practically shivering to the core. Where are my babies and where are those damn teenage boys?

Tears were running down my cheeks I was screaming for my boys.

"Sebastian! Jonathan! Alexander! where are you boys?" I was running along the beach looking for my boys and I was losing it.

I looked around searching asking people if they had seen them. No one had seen where they went and how was that possible? They were there a minute ago. If that woman did not distract me, I would still have my boys. If I did not let myself get distracted, I would have not lost my babies.

I was sobbing now none stop, kneeling down by the sea praying to God to give me my babies back.

" Please let them be OK. I promise I will be good, please God give me my babies back. Where are they? Oh! my babies, they are my life God, my only purpose of living please bring them back to me. Please God, I am begging you." I was sobbing, kneeling where I last saw them. People were looking at me, like I was crazy. I was so scared, what if they murder them? what if they r**e them?  I am never letting them go, ever again.

I was still crying when someone carried me, I could hear they were panicking. I was sure it was nothing compared to the feeling of loss. The emptiness and shallow void I felt inside was unbearable. I was slowly dying where are my boys?

The person was walking fast and now I was hiccuping, I was done crying. He put me down, I still did not look at him

"The boys are fine, sorry I scared you. I just took them to have ice cream, that is when I remember that their mother would be scared and might be freaking out. Look I am really sorry; I was not thinking." It was the guy from the beach. I am a bad mother; I was not angry anymore because I was staring at his eyes. They looked like his, but these one held mischief, cockiness and youthful happiness.

"Well, I know Sebastian, he sure did pressure you." I said looking at him. He was frowning and I knew why.

" Look, I know I might look crazy for not yelling at you. I am, inside my head. I am mad at you right now, but I don't have the energy to yell.  Just please take me to them."

"Yeah, freshen up a little first. You look like a mess" He said smiling, the nerve.

" I don't care; I am not trying to impress anybody”