The Moon And His Star

The Trauma That Bonds Us

"Look i don't care what that girl means to you! You stay the hell away from her no distractions." Bushman raised his voice at Marc.

Marc held his tongue and showed no emotion.

"Those people you killed years ago? The husband and wife? Jamila is their daughter." Bushman snapped. Marc eyes widened as he froze.

"I didn't kill them that was you. Bushman." Marc remained calm.

Bushman smirked at him. "As far as im concerned it was you and i have a lot of people who would back me up. How many people do you have on your side?" Bushman mocked the younger man.

"You can't stop me from seeing her Bushman. I dont work for you. I work with you. But that can end just as quick." Marc said not phased by the older mans degrading.

Marc walked out of Bushmans tent before he could reply.

Bushman growled as he watched Marc leave.

Marc shook his head and walked to the one tent he knew was the place he was at peace.

"Hey it's me Marc. I don't even know if you're in there right now. You could be out exploring for all i know." Marc rambled on.

Jamila was sat in her tent eating her lunch smiling as she listened to Marc ramble.

She stood up and walked to the entrance of her tent grinning widely as she opened the tents doors.

"Bushman on your case?" She asked. Marc grinned back at her. "Yep." "Come on in then macho man." Jamila told her.

Marc sat with her as she handed him a plate and filled it up. "My mother always said the way to a mans heart is through his stomach." She said her smile still on her face.

"Youre mother was wise." Marc said. But Jamila shook her head. "Not really she was one of the most famous archaeologists but leaked our address to the public, shes dead now along with my dad." Jamila said.

Marc winced. "Do you know who did it?" "No it was probably someone who was jealous of their work. I was out at the time. Came as a nasty surprise when i came home though." Jamila told him.

"That didn't phase you at all? Seeing your parents like that?" Marc asked her as he ate.

"Of course it did. But as the years went on i have something more precious to hold onto and thats the memories i have of them." Jamila said.

Marc smiled softly. "Death is inevitable. Sure the way they died was horrible. But i dont like to think about that. I like to think of how my dad used to pinch my cheeks and call me his little star. And my mum who used to tell me bedtime stories of their adventures as archaeologists." Jamila told him.

"You must be so proud of them." Marc said. "I hope they're proud of me." Jamila told him as they ate.

"Have you ever lost someone close to you?" Jamila asked him.

Marc nodded. "My family." He told her. Jamila looked at him with sympathy.

"It started off with my brother Randall. We were kids. But i was older i should have known better." Marc said looking down.

"How did Randall die?" Jamila asked him slowly. "We would go on adventures together we loved watching adventure Tv shows. My mother warned me told me not to go to far and to keep an eye on him. We went to a nearby cave and this flood of water just came through. Cant remember much after that. Just that i had gotten out but Randall. He was still in their." Marc told her tears in his eyes.