Who was she?
”What?”
I saw his pupils stopped as I said those words. I smiled and looked at him adoringly. I didn’t answer him and settled myself to just appreciate our time here. Well, in this restroom.
”Alia!” he nagged.
I laughed at him which made him even more frustrated. In one swift move, he scooped me and placed me on the sink making our level meet.
”Repeat what you said.” he said with a warning tone.
”Repeat what?” I laughed again.
He bit my lower lip and I giggled because of how frustrated he is.
”Damn that beautiful mouth of yours,” he mumbled. “Tell me. Tell me you love me, again.”
He watched my beams as I caressed his hair. This man, the only man that made me feel like this. The only man who told me I’m worth it, the only man who made me feel more than what I deserve. With him, I was never insecure. Because he would always make sure I’m the most beautiful. That even though I see myself less, he always sees me more.
”I love you.”
His eyes weakened. I felt how his shoulders loosened. Like his life depends on what he just heard.
”Damn.” he uttered with shock and puzzled eyes. “Damn it.” he repeated. “Damn it.” way louder.
I laughed at his reaction. He attacked my lips with a different approach this time.
”Really? In this damn restroom? Fuck it.”
”Why?” I giggled.
He didn’t answer. Instead he helped me fix my dress and my hair. And then he lifted me so he could put me down on the floor again. I look at him questioning. He seemed in a hurry.
”Come the fuck out of here. We’ll be going home now.”
I gasped. I knew what he’s trying to say.
The next day, I woke up beside him. His light snores made me put a smile on my face. I brushed my thumb into his face because he seemed to be in a deep sleep. That’s no wonder, for sure he’s tired. I can only remember how he did me last night with just him, taking over.
I couldn’t keep up with his stamina. It’s already morning when he surrendered and got tired. So I’m not surprised he’s still asleep. I slowly got out of the bed carefully so I would not wake him up.
I looked at myself and I’m already wearing new underwear. Something that Elijah would do, always. He would always make sure to clean me up even if I passed out already before he would even sleep beside me.
Seeing my ripped dress somewhere, I giggled inside my head. Well, I think I have nothing to wear now. I saw his polo and wore it. It’s up to my legs because of how big it is.
I smiled while watching him sleep. He’s really in a deep sleep. Slowly, I pick up the pieces of clothing on the floor. I think I would make him breakfast since he’s still asleep.
I went into his bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. Yes. I can’t believe I have my own toiletries here because of how he keeps on convincing me to bring my things here.
”Oh, where’s…”
There’s no towel inside his bathroom. Reasonably, because I remember the cleaners worked here yesterday. Maybe the clean towels are still on the closets.
And so I went to his closet. I brought his dirty clothes as well. Hmmm.. I think I should choose clean clothes for him as well?
I got a plain white shirt and lounge shorts. I got his dirty pants and checked the pockets to make sure. I love doing this actually. Like I’m taking charge and taking care of him in these small tiny things.
His wallet is still in his pocket. And the car keys are in the front pocket. I placed it on the glass drawer and accidentally the wallet slipped off my hand making it fall harshly. The wallet opened.
It was one of those moments in your life when you feel like your soul has left you for seconds. Like you can’t actually process things in your head and no words nor thoughts reigned inside your mind.
I saw photo… of mine, on his wallet. Childhood photo.
My shaking hands picked up the wallet and I can’t fathom any words. My eyes are fixated on that child who’s me.
”T-this is me. Where did he get this?”
I only have a single picture of me. That’s the picture I have with me, when I was still a child and my mom holding my hand. So looking at this photo now, with the same face and photo is enough to make me feel flabbergasted.
And that’s not all. I removed the photo from the photo sleeve of the wallet only to find out another photo. And that was I think the other part of my photo that’s visible on his wallet.
”Mom.”
Tears fell like crazy. I am so damn confused. Questions flooded in me and no answers could fulfill the confusion I’m feeling. But I have a hunch already.
My mind flew back to the very first day we met. In that restaurant. Where he took me and where I had the drive to make plans for my revenge.
”Do you know how important this day is to me? ”I spoke while still in that position.
"I know," he simply uttered. "I've waited my whole life for this day too."
My knees trembled, until my knees met the carpeted floor. My throat became dry realizing what’s this all about.
”Alia?”
I gasped and looked at the voice’s direction. A hint of shock was embedded into his eyes when he saw the photos in my hand.
”W-who… “ I couldn’t continue because of how heavy my breathing was. “Who w-was your foster mom again?”
Pain passed by his eyes and that hurt me. “Alia,”
”Who was she!?” I screamed.
My eyes are blurry yet I still saw how he shook his head like he’s having a hard time if he's gonna say it to me or not.
“Answer m-me,” I stopped my sobbing because I still have this slight hope in me. Like I was just fooling myself.
”Amelia.” he uttered, looking down.
My lids weakened. When he looked at me, that's when I removed my gaze.
”Amelia Hampton.”
