“Christian, it’s me, open the door”
It was Kylee.
I smiled at him and he watched me as if I was Starfire. I wanted to tell him how beautiful he was… What words would I use?
Invented by a sex crazed scientist? It could be true.
Painted in heaven by an angel, by a god, by god’s? It could also be true.
“Open the damn door” Kylee yelled.
“Is it me or is Kylee getting crankier every day?” Christian asked me.
I laughed.
“Come in Kylee, the door is open ” Christian shouted.
“The door is open?” I asked him and he nodded.
Before I could ask him any more questions, Kylee walked in.
“Why is the door open when the both of you are lying in an immoral position, want to get caught?”
The same thing I was about to ask him.. I remember him locking the door after regalia left.
“How was it?” He asked her.
How was what?
She walked to the chair in the room and slumped on it.
“Regalia was all over the place, it was fantastic, it even got Jeandre to laugh ”
“What are you talking about?” I asked Kylee.
“We went out… The time Regalia came upstairs, I’m sorry Christian, I was doing the dishes in the kitchen ”
Kylee was making sense but she wasn’t answering my questions, Christian read my expression.
“The time regalia came up, I told her that she could got out… Anywhere in the city and she could ask Kylee to give her a card..”
“The platinum card. Jeandre offered to follow his sister, your mum wanted to get away from Marcellino, I and Josef wanted to see the city, Mr Alexander was out doing god knows what, Mrs Alexander was in her book club with her buddies”
“So the only person in the house would have been…. Marcellino”
“No, Marcellino wasn’t home. He just left and he hasn’t returned”
I felt better, it was weird to have done all those things under the same roof with him.
“Well, Elisa is back and that haze is cleared from her eyes. She has asked of Jenna three times”
Christian groaned and his hold tightened on me.
“I’ll be downstairs soon” I told Kylee.
“No you wouldn’t”
“Yes I would”
“No”
“Yes”
Kylee crossed her legs at her ankle and grinned.
“What is going on here?”
“Nothing. Jenna is staying here with me”
“My mother ”
“Fine” he said on a voice that was harsher than harsh and he released me.
Okay…
I crawled out from under the sheets and Kylee stood up.
“I’ll be downstairs ” Kylee said.
Please no, if she walks out that door.
She left.
I started putting on my clothes one by one.
“Chriss__” I was starting to explain but he cut me off.
“No, I didn’t expect it anyways”
“Expect what?” I asked.
“Expect you to keep your promise”
I left the room and I met my mother coming out of her room. I entered into my room and she followed me.
“Where have you been?” She asked me.
“The garden” I told her.
“I_ I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Are you alright?”
“Yes, I’m fine”
She walked in and sat on my bed.
“Can we talk?”
“About what, mum?”
“We don’t talk anymore ”
I scoffed.
“Well someone is in a bad mood ” she said in surprise.
“Leave me alone, mum. Get out”
She turned pale.
“What’s the matter with you?”
“You, you!!” I yelled pointing a finger at her. “I have things to do with my life, someone I am madly in love with, things I nee to foster but because I’m trying to protect your feelings, I’m keeping them and pushing them back and it’s killing me. I’m bleeding out and yet I care about what you would think, whether I would have your fucking approval ”
She closed her eyes and a tear slipped out, instantly I felt guilt for all the things I said to her.
“You’re not alone Jenna. You never told me there was a man you love, or is it a woman, I wouldn’t judge you if it is”
“I’m not gay”
“Fine… Fine” she paused. “I see we’ve found our selves in the same situation ”
“What does that mean?”
“There is someone I am in love with and I have to put it aside because I’m scared of hurting everyone around me, especially you. I’m scared you won’t approve ”
I was lost for words.
“There is someone you’re in love with?” I asked her and she nodded.
“It’s killing me, that I can’t tell the person and I can not tell anyone else ”
“For how long?”
“Three years, yes that’s right, three”
“But you’ve been married to Marcellino for four years”
Tears slipped down her cheeks like raindrops on windows.
“I know”
“Who is he?”
I saw the defensiveness in her eyes and knew she wouldn’t tell me.
“I ca-can’t tell”
“Do I know him?”
She nodded
“Can you give me a clue?”
“No, you’re smart, you’ve always been smart, you’ll find out and I don’t want you to find out unless it’s from me”
The room went quiet and I wanted to laugh. Ridiculous and grave.
“Christian thinks it’s good if I divorce Marcellino” my mother whispered.
Colour stained her cheeks.
“When did he say that?”
“He wrote me a note, he added it to my gift” more color stained her cheeks and she avoided my eyes.
I went to the bed and I sat.
“Can I see the note?”
“Oh honey, I burned it”
“Why?”
“So that Marcellino wouldn’t find it”
“What else did he say?”
“Why are you prying all of a sudden?”
“I’m just curious”
Well, if i didn’t know who Christian was, I would say he was looking out for my mother, but that was simply not the case. He was advising her to divorce Marcellino for his own interest.
Today, he left the door open. He was a planner, nothing took him by surprise, the way he calculated people’s footsteps was the same way he calculated their thoughts.
Calculated their decision, he even influenced them as if they were little pawns, like puppets under his fingers and hew as holding the strings. He would andd this and this, step back and watch everything fall into place like dominos.
I sucked in breath, what was he planning?
Was a puppet in this show?