Back home

I got in the cab and gave the driver directions to the hospital. The song "Without me" wasb? playing. I looked out the window then touched my tummy. I couldn't help but smile and tears ran down my cheeks.

"Mrs. we are here" the cab man said with a slight smile. "Thank you very much sir" I said and stepped down the cap. He helped me and carried down my stuff unlike other drivers. maybe he saw that I was pregnant. I gave him his money and got out, then took a deep breath.

I walked in the hospital with my traveling bag, then to the cancer center. The nurse gave me a sad smile and took me to the room that my mom was admitted.

Mom was pale and cold, she didn't welcome me with her lovely smile like other times. I kiss her on her forehead like she use to do to me.

The doctor passed me the note she left for me then walked away.

Dear, my beautiful and only daughter Emma. You know when you use to ask about your father, well he is a very rich man "Alexander King". You might remember the times that i stare at the man at the magazine, well that was

him, my star crossed lover.

The address is written on the back of this letter with a picture and a plane love sign.

Tears ran down my face as I finished reading. I took the paper and put it in my bag.

🌷Fast forward🌷

After the funeral, I went home and packed my bags. It was time to go to LA with dreams of meeting my father. I got the plane ticket and called a cab to take me to the airport. I got on the plane and slept afterwards. 14 hours later, we reached, I got out of the plane with my things and called the cab for the rich neighborhood.

I entered and gave him the address. He just smiled and drove off. He tries to start to a conversation with me and I turn his multiple attempt unintentionally. I didn't want him to notice that am mute.

I normally feel sad whenever someone knows am dump. I feel insecure and I hate it when people pity me. Pitying me won't change anything. It will just make the situation worst. I reached the front of a mansion it way bigger than Louis. I walked in as the gate man opened the it for me adtwe asking me some questions which seems like a job interview

Who are you?

Why are you here?

Who invited you?

Are you the new cook?

What's your name?

Are you sure you know the house you are in.

I don't even know where and how to Start answering the bunches of questions he had lunched. Looking at him, he seems like he still have more terrible questions ahead.

As I was about to bring out my note pad and write, a miad interfered.

"we were expecting you miss, follow me " The maid said. "Thank you lord" I said within myself.

The gateman was surprised, he couldn't talk again.

I followed her inside, a man was sitting there sipping wine.

"Mr. King , she is here". The maid said.

I starred as me for a while and said.

"So you are my daughter. Hmmm , looking at you, I can see you are pregnant. Anyway, I am so glad you are finally here. After your mother left, she sent me pictures of you from 2

months to 16 years". He said smiling at me..

I smiled back at him.

"Come here my baby, come and hug your father" He said smiling and I walked closer and hugged him. He smells really nice

"Take her to the room". He ordered the maid standing behind and she nodded. "Ok sir". Bending down her head,

"This way ma". She said showing me the way to the upstair.

She look my load and walked ahead of me as I followed her. The house look amazing, I was busy starring side ways. Looking at the arts and designs on the walls.

We got to the door and stepped in. The room was cool and well finished with things I've never seen in my life.

"If you need anything ma, just call me, am here for you. And if there's anything you don't understand or you can't make use of, am here to help you out. She said.

I nodded and she walked out.

I undid my bottens and took of my shirt, unhook my bra and tossed it on the bed, then unzip my trouser and removed it along with my pants. I located the bathroom and stepped in. It was made with glasses. I took my bath, shaved my armpit and pu**y and walked out naked.

I stood at the mirror and took a good look at my naked body. I noticed am getting chubby. By breast is still standing upright.

I change to another cloth, took a deep breath and walked down stairs.

I saw my dad eating at the dining

"Lets eat, I cooked this on my

own". He said with a smile as he saw me.

I walked up slowly and sat down. In less than a minute, I maid came with my own food and served it on the table, right before me with wine, juice and water. It was rice and stew. Chicken which I knew I may not finish for a whole day was serverd. It covered with transparent plate with fork and knife.

I adjusted my seat and started eating. My dad is a very jumpy and happy person.

We eat in comfortable silence.

"I am married to a guy. Hope you don't mind, though it may seem wierd to you" He said touching his beards.

I quckily cut him off with a cough then worte on a paper "It is okay" and smiled at him.

"Thank you dear. By the way, who is the father?". He asked pointing at my stomach.

"Louis Willams". I wrote.

He looked surprised.

I then told him the whole story.

"Would you like to have a voice box surgery? Everyone treats you poorly because you have troubles speaking" He said.

I nodded yes looking at the promise ring on my finger, the one that Louis gave me.

"It's alright, I will make arrangements for it. I assure you that after the surgery, you will get your sweet voice back again". He said.

I smiled and continue eating.

* I will work hard and prove everyone wrong. I will be stronger and i will not let people walk over me again. MY NAME IS EMMA!