Just Listen

Chapter 29

KP's POV

"Go home. I'll make sure she gets help." Mr Donna stated, scooping Lucrecia in his arms. I scanned around and Mrs Donna was nowhere to be seen. How vile. "Please call me if anything happens." I begged. He nodded and we went our separate ways.

Remembering that I still had a date with Angelo, I took out my phone and saw a message that he left. Scheduling to meet later than expected. I called a cab and went to the rendezvous point.

I waited for him at Rochette's cafe. Texting and calling. All being futile.

Ten minutes passed. Twenty. I became anxious and the sun was setting. My eyes began to sting. My bottom lip quivered. I probably called him ten times without him picking up. At the very least, he sent a text, "I can't make it, something came up."

I stared at the phone in my hand. Reading the text over and over. Tears spilling. My mouth dry. I was at loss of words. I guess he still hasn't forgiven me. But why would he go to this extent? Agreeing to meet and not show up. Actually, why was I stupid enough to believe that this time it would be different?

I closed my eyes, trying to even my breathing. Refusing to cry infront of prying eyes. "Auntie?" I quavered.

I didn't wait for her to respond, "Please come pick me up at Rochette's." Hanging up, I went to the restroom to wash up and fix my face. "It's pitiful how you just openly lied to everyone to get their attention. New girl drama bullsh*." Paige mocked from behind me. Through the mirror I saw that Luu was beside her. I was enraged. My hands balled into fists.

"I'm glad Angelo saw past your pathetic self." Snorted Luu.

"As if he'd ever give you a chance you conniving-" I held back. This was exactly what they wanted. To see me falter.

"You know what, I feel sorry for you. Instead of being a friend, you...It doesn't matter. Maybe you do deserve him. As for you," I pointed at Paige. "Stay the hell away from me or I will show you my mother's side. I am my mother's daughter after all."

"Is that supposed to mean something to me?" She sneered.

I folded my arms, "Excuse me." I said, pushing past them. I reached the door and turned my head towards them. "You're the same as your mother Luu. Cruel and envious. No wonder it didn't work out with Mr Donna. He couldn't handle two crazy b*tches."

"I wish you luck Paige. She'll suck you dry. Perhaps way worse than she did to me." Batting my eyelashes with a pout, I waved and left.

I went outside, in hopes that auntie was on her way. Instead, dad arrived. I groaned, rolling my eyes. I got in and he just eyed me as I rested my head against the window. "Kami," he pleaded.

Silence.

"Kamilah, I know you're upset. I can explain."

"Then do it."

He sighed, "The accident did happen, yes. But everything that transpired at the hospital was staged."

"Oh, 'cause you have the money for it?" My voice came out harsh.

"Kami, there are somethings that you'll never understand-"

"How will I if you don't tell me!?" I cried. "You were my only family. I don't understand why you'd prefer the woman who hurt you over me." I whispered, staring at the darkening sky. Gently wiping my tears. We were still parked at the entrace of Rochette's cafe.

"Uncanny is-" he began softly.

"The worst!" I snapped glaring at him. "Do you know what she did to me? She rejected me boldly and proud! Why didn't you choose a decent woman to be my mother?"

"If you could let me-"

"-Take me home." I heaved a sigh, feeling mentally exhausted. Emotionally drained and empty. He dared not say anything further, but just started the car and we were off. Honestly, I preferred the silence than having him talk.

"I faked my death. I wanted to get close to Uncanny without having her be suspicious. I thought it would also be a bonding experience for the both of you since you'd share a common grief," he stated. My eyes darted from the moving scenery to him. Least interested in what he had to say.

Anything that had Uncanny's name in it, had to be lethal. Deadly and disappointing.

"Uncanny was the love of my life and she still is," the way he spoke almost made me gag. "But, she has a troubled past. She's suffering. Beneath her cold exterior, I know my Bonnie is still there."

Blah. Blah Blah. Oh God, just take me now. Wait. I shuffled on my seat. Directly looking at him. "Bonnie?" I finally spoke up. He averted his eyes from driving to me and quickly went back to it. "Yeah, her first name is Bonang. She's biracial."

Wow. Talk about bombshells. I was utterly stunned. I've seen all her interviews and never had she ever mentioned her ethnicity or anything at all. I sat back on the car seat wide eyed. Still trying to process it all. "Kamilah, when I met Uncanny we were both young and dumb. Yet, I knew she was the one for me. Even though she wasn't mine." From the corner of my eye, I saw him smile.

It tugged at my heart. Not in sympathy but in pain. How could he love such a woman who disowned his own daughter. My eyebrows lowered and pulled closer together as my eyes squinted. My lips tightening. Still doesn't justify his actions.

"Uncanny only has Marley as her friend. She sparked a lot of trouble between my sister and May when they used to be friends."

"Why are you telling me this?" I snorted.
"To help you understand."

"You're clearly not telling me what I want to hear. So please, just stop it."

He pulled over, thankfully we were home. I stepped out of the car and rushed to the door. Unfortunately for me, daddy caught my hand and stopped me from walking. "Why are you being a brat Kamilah! I didn't raise you this way." He finally snapped. The simple act made me crack.

"Maybe," I quavered. "Is the fact that my one and only friend, is in the hospital fighting for her life. Or the fact that everyone at school calls me a liar, makes fun of me. Push me around and make me feel indifferent. Or perhaps that my own mother pretends to want me when I can clearly see it that I disgust her. That she hates me. My very existence taunts her. No actually, that's not enough." I sniffled.

"My dad dies and resurrects for the woman of his dreams. Watching and looking after her in the shadows." I yanked my arm back, roughly wiping the tears off. "So tell me dad, is that not enough to make someone lose their mind? I hate myself dad, I hate living because you and mom don't make it worth the effort. It's even hard to make friends when you're labelled as the spawn of a dead man walking and a suicidal-murderer.What can she do for me? She doesn't know how to love..." I wailed.

Dad's eyes bulged out their sockets as he took a few steps towards me. "That's not true Kami," he whispered.

I shook my head, forcing a smile. "Of course not, because she loved you."