Her Fatal Patrimony

Chapter 11

ANGELA'S POV

For the first time since I got to this house I am out and about all by myself. Standing out in this cold air on the balcony, I feel a huge amount of tranquility. The place is beautiful. The houses are all scattered around with each house in complete isolation. 

Last night I slept like a baby. For the first time since the accident I slept without those horrific images coming to me in the form of a nightmare. Last night was different, Kevin was there. His presence gave me a sense of safety and peace. I have never felt that with Jordan. He was more like my friend now that I think of it. We've never been intimate with each other or anything. He has never made me feel these foreign feelings I feel whenever Kevin is in the same room as me. I don't know what's going on or why I get these feelings. I wish my mom was here. She'd know what to say to make me less confused. I always knew to talk to her and she'd always listen. She'd always be there. I miss her so much .

I feel tears wet my cheeks and suddenly strong arms hold my shoulders in comfort . Shortly I'm engulfed by his heavenly scent as he embraces me. I feel his firm stomach as I wrap my arms around him. He is quite taller than me so I can't reach his shoulders without standing on my tippytoes. I am tired of crying. I wish I didn't have to cry anymore.

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"I think you should get waterproof shirts." I joke once I've settled down , breaking the comfortable silence.

"I think my shirts love being soaked in your tears." He says after a chuckle.

I give a weak shy smile then go on to say," I'm sorry again."

" It's good to let it all out . I'm happy to be there when you do." He says without looking at me.

Quiteness engulfs the space we're in once more. The air was thick with words unsaid. I know  Kevin has questions. I appreciate his ability to respect my privacy but I don't believe it's fair for me to keep the truth from him. He needs to know what happened. I have been reluctant on whether to trust him but every bone in my being refuses to not trust him. He has proven that he means no harm.

" They think I'm dead. " I blurted  after a huge debate in my head on where to start.

Kevin immediately shifted his focus to me, clearly baffled by my sudden statement. He didn't say anything but gave his full attention.

"My parents were Paul and Lindy Zulu. The article on the front page of yesterday's paper was about my parents. I was also in that car but I survived because..." I stuttered as I struggled to utter the words that made my heart ache.

"... Because my mother somehow blanketed me as the car flipped and rolled over. I tried to get her out the car but it was too late." More tears threatened to come out as I relive that incident once more.

"My dad was alive when I managed to pull him out the car. He had a stab wound on his stomach. He was bleeding really bad. I could see his life perish right before my eyes. He used his last words to tell me to run. He said that some dangerous people were after us and they shouldn't find me there. I didn't want to leave him there but he made me promise. "

"Who are these people who are after you?"

" I don't know. Before the accident there was a shootout. There were two cars who followed us and started shooting at our car. They shot at the driver . That's how the accident occurred. "

" Your father knew these people?"

" I don't know but I know if they find out I'm still alive they'll come for me and my grandmother. I'm pretty sure they were after our whole family because my dad was taking us to a safe place when all this happened. " I couldn't hold in the tears anymore as panick and fear engulfed me.