right journey, But wrong destination

chapter seven

The next day I woke up alone in bed, marc wasn’t there and I felt so cold. I checked my phone and saw a text from marc
I’m sorry I couldn’t stay but I had work to do, see you later and we’ll talk things out.
I love you
I smiled goofily all alone as I re-read the message over and over again. I love him too, I really really do
but pictures of him holding baby Teresa and the crack whore with him keeps hunting me, I mean why, why would she do that? Does she like him? And it’s not only her fault but also his.
he gave her the opportunity to use him, I mean why would he take her out to a bar if he knows he’s getting wasted, I wish I could go to her house and pull her hair out of her god damn head but I can’t. I’m not allowed to do that because there’s nothing between me and marc anymore. It’s none of my business
I should consider this a great deal, a normal girl would go crazy old lady on him, but somehow, after everything I’ve been through, I don’t want to lose him.
Since it’s a bit sunny outside I decided to take the old car and practice my driving to the vaults.
I picked 3 bouquets of red flowers on my way.
When I arrived, i, first of all, headed to my father’s grave, settled the first bouquet on top of it and then prayed for him.
After that I went to my mother’s, and again, settled a bouquet for her, prayed, but this made me feel how ignorant I was for my past years. I never visited their graves, I never bought those flowers, and I only prayed for them, which I thought it was enough, but turns out I totally forgot about taking care of their current home.
Then I moved and searched for Mrs. Linda Hamsworf’s grave.
Wow there’s too many graves, too many people died in here.
I searched and searched till I finally found it.
I set down and stared at it for a moment, thinking it’s been only 3 days. That means her body is still there. The thought made me too uncomfortable so I put it away.
I settled the last flowers I had, prayed for her the same prayer I’ve been praying for my parents since they died.
Then I set down, trying to figure out my situation, what have I done to deserve this, I used to have a happy life, and then everything fell down, I lost everything.
My parents
Mrs. Hamsworf
Maria and Lewis
joseph
marc and the pregnant
Kathy
and the fact that everyone hates me, well not marc.
I had to do something about it. But what?
How will I ever fix this?
I felt something in my pocket; I removed what’s inside to see the key and the address to Mrs. Hamsworf’s old house.
I’m really curious about this house, well, a little visit wont heart.
The drive was about 30 minutes long, it’s pretty far from her new house.
When I arrived to the said address, I parked my car in front of a huge house, but it’s really old.
I walked slowly too scared, it’s like one of those old horror movies when the girl gets kidnapped and ghosts were all over the place. In front of the door, the was a balcony surrounded by 3 or 4 very old trees and dead plants were covering the stairs, I took a step forward too scared to open my eyes I almost fell, so I decided to peek a little, when I heard something moving, I turned around to run when I saw a cat jumping on the trash cans which made me realize how stupid I was acting
I came back ,removed the keys and unlocked the door.
The door was hard to open at first because it was way too old, and when I came in there was no lights except from the old windows covered in dust, I walked in and closed the door behind me making sure I don’t break anything.
I entered at first an old kitchen, then there was the bathroom which was huge considering the bathroom in her new house, then there was a library and an old office. I entered the library at first but I couldn’t really see what’s inside because it was a little bit dark, but the cover of my favorite book caught my attention, I always wondered where it disappeared, Mrs. Hamsworf must’ve kept here so it’ll stay safe since it was her only way to make fall asleep when I used to have break downs.
 I picked it up and swiped the dust off of it and went outside.
My next stop was the office where the lightning was much better. Inside there was a desk, few chairs, a glob on top of the desk next to some papers and an album.
I took a seat on one of the old wooden chairs and opened the album; there were tons of pictures of two little girls, the same girls I saw in the picture the other day in the old box. She had two girls? I took a photo from the album where Linda is holding the two girls in her hands sitting on the ground, she was so young, and the girls were in there 5th year I guess, I don’t know.
It was getting late and the sun was going down, and since there was no light in the house, I decided to leave before the dark.
I was going down the stairs when I noticed down the hall, an old piano. I took few steps closer and saw a music book but there was only one song written inside of it.
“Bella’s lullaby” I read the title I a very low voice. Something took my mind away from my surroundings and a melody starts hunting me, and automatically, my hands started playing it, my eyes following every note, my heart pounding so fast. The book, this melody, everything, this is my childhood.
I’ve been raised here before moving, is it me in that picture, but who is this girl beside me? Why can’t I remember her?
I took the book with me and went outside. Ah finally some freedom.
I went home and immediately did a hot cup of coffee and started re-reading the book while listening to a very beautiful song.
 It's been a long day without you my friend

And I'll tell you all about it when I see you again

We've come a long way from where we began

Oh I'll tell you all about it when I see you again

When I see you again
after listening to the song many times, and after finishing the book again
 an idea pops into my head, I want to make piece.
I know how to make everyone not hate me anymore, well I don’t want to get back to them, and after all I only have 4 days left here in Nashville. I don’t want them to have me back; I only want to make peace with them, since they will be my past. I learned that from the best.
My first drive was at Maria’s.
Well it could’ve gone better but the fact that she shut the door in my face wasn’t.
I went to Kathy’s thinking maybe if she’s with me, Maria would let me in.
luckily Kathy was home, and she accepted to come with me after apologizing for her a million time.
Again, we’re standing in front of Maria’s door.
“Let me do the talking first okay?” Kathy said.
“Alright” I said
she stood in front of me and knocked on the door.
Maria opened up after what we count seconds.
“Hey you” Kathy said
“ow hi, what the hell are you doing with her?” Maria’s eyes zero on me
“it’s okay, she’s no harm, we need to talk, come on” Kathy pushed the door open and held Maria’s hand waiting for me to shake it.
I was still trying to do whatever she’s telling me too. I hope she knows what she’s doing.
I took Maria’s hand in mine and shook. She pulled it away as fast as she can
“what do you think you’re doing?” she screams at Kathy. Poor girl, getting yelled at because of me.
“Stop it with the bad mood Maria. Let’s talk” wow, Kathy seems to know how to handle Maria’s bad mood. 
“Sit down. Both of you” we did
“Maria, say what have been on your mind for the past 4 years” what? I thought I was supposed to talk
“ow really? Don’t get me started on that”
“talk, now” said Kathy
“okay okay, well, let’s begin by the fact that you dumped me on my wedding day”” her temper stars to rise
“and then because of you, the crack whore stood as maid of honor”
her face is all red and she begins to scream
“and now because of you my life is falling apart”
the last sentence was really loud I was trying not to fall apart
“okay” Kathy smiled “ not angy what do you have to say about that”
ow now I see what’s going on
“well, umm, I will start by saying I’m sorry, for the wedding and for your failed marriage. I know it’s partly my fault, but trust me I never intended to do that. Never”
“how could I trust you after what you’ve done?” her voice cracked at the end of the sentence so I realized this is going to become very emotional
“I know, but maybe after you hear this, you will change your mind.
first, i had too many problems with my passport, they didn’t let me in the airport and I don’t really know the reason but they didn’t, I tried paying more money to some people to help but that only made me almost go to jail. Then I tried calling every one of you guys but nobody was answering me. Though marc knew about it, he called me the wedding night and told me there was a friend of his that works at the airport and he told him everything.”
“Woo-ho what?” Maria interrupted me shocked. “Marc knew about all of this?”
“Well yes but he didn’t tell you because you were losing your mind and then came Teresa the pregnant balloon and played with his head”
Maria looks at Katherine and then looks at me “you know about it?”
“Yep, I told her everything” Kathy spoke
“are you okay?” wow that’s a change of tables.
“I’m…fine. Thanks Maria. Are you?”
“Well partly no. but on the other hand, well, I’m happy I have an explanation and that you didn’t dump me.”
“I would never do that, you know.”
“well, it doesn’t matter anymore I guess since my marriage is falling apart” Maria looks the other way
“no, if you put your trust in me, I promise you everything will get better”
“okay” Maria said
“okay” I said
“okay”’ Kathy said.

I would like to dedicate this chapter to Paul walker (1973–2013) and also to a very dear Lebanese actor Issam Breidy, who left us in 2/12/2015 in a terrible car crash.  

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