Chapter 2
(Present time)
It felt like I was now in Manhattan or Upper East Side from the low laying chino, it didn't really matter as I fell asleep on the way there. Last night was a long one and all the tears was making my brain cells blast. It felt good after the nap.
We entered a gate, um I think you could call it a grand entrance to a colony of gigantic bungalows. I had never seen a single bungalow taking up so much space, in my area we could have 12 houses fit in one. i'm serious.
The car then took a right turn, entering what I would call a mall but in the shape of a house. White pillars standing tall with a view of 2 fountains on each side. The lawn covered in flowers with unknown species. One of the black suited gentleman opened the doors for me as I got down stumbling on the floor as my eyes were drilled above on the beautiful architecture on the roof. I entered the mansion guided by one of the many house keepers.
The house was magnificent, for a minute I had forgotten why I was actually here, when it hit me. I forgot about everything else, the mansion, the furniture, the kitchen okay I didn't really forget but I did try to ignore it.
Fighting inside my brain I heard my name being called
"Calliope" a heavy voice with a slight British accent called my name with intense gratitude and guilt. The tone was so upsetting I did not want to turn back to see who called me.
So I didn't, I didn't turn but I could feel someone closing up to me, someone behind me breathing heavily but in control at the same time. A tall man came in front of me, his build wasn't as much as the previous ones, but he was still in a good shape.
All I could think of was who my parents are, I thought what if one of these bodyguard-looking people is my father and one of the house keeper is my mother, but this man. He had something that drew me into looking in his eyes
No he cannot, not him. He's so... I mean not only him, none of them are my parents! My parents are dead as much as I don't want them to be. I did not want to think anymore so I just asked without Meandering around.
"What is going on here?" I asked moving a few steps behind
"You might want to sit down Calliope" his voice had such stature in it, from the tone to his elocutions to his spacing. It was so vivid.
"Tell me" I was in tears but didn't let even one drop fall out of its desired nest.
"It's not the right time" he stated
"Right? You're talking about right? None of this is right. Who the fuck are you, what the hell do you want, does... did my father owe you money? If so ill re pay it, don't play pranks with me or go conning around my life. If there is something important going on here gyrating around me and my future I want to know. If not then leave me out of it. Because nothing, absolutely nothing is right here, right now!" I couldn't believe I said this. Out loud this time, too loud maybe. But I needed to know the answers.
"Take this and you can have the pool house to yourself for the time being until other provisions are ensured" he said handing me a letter and leaving without listening to my reply.
The pool was right behind me, I towards the cottage like room on the other side. It was a bright sunny day totally opposite to what I felt. I entered the room, not looking around I just sat on the bed in front of me. The letter was in my hand, my past, my present and maybe even my future was held in these words. It was a thick coffee brown paper folded thrice without an envelope.
Hi Callie,
It was the spring break of my college, the wine festival was going on and your father refused to attend it with me. Like any other girlfriend with attitude I went in alone. Wasn't the right choice I guess when I think about it now? Well I did it anyway and I met this kind young gentleman there. He was alone as well, sipping from his, what I assume 5th, glass of grape wine ogling at me. I had sipped in a little too much and then the eye contact lead to one thing and then to another. It was not one of my proudest moments, and I loved your dad I always will, he knows the truth, so don't hate him for not telling you as I asked him not to. And this young kind man I told you about, well he's is the one who is going to give you this letter as I never had the guts to. I hope you find it in your heart to forgive me and stay strong like the lady I brought you up; the past must've caught up to me now, that I'm not there to see your vivid and crouched eyebrows saying 'what the hell ma' and blaming me for not using safety, reminding you, you better use safety. ALL THE TIME.
I know you might think this is absurd but I never had the guts to tell you the truth, by the time this letter is read by you I hope you understand why I did what I did. It's not going to be easy but I know you can handle it Callie.
I want to tell you so much things like don't skip breakfast like you did today morning, or to rest in today instead of going to school. But there are not enough papers to show you my worry. The world will try and bring you down always, and I'm sorry I'm not there to protect you, but I will always love you my star.
Love
Ma
Okay! Wait, what did I just read? I read this letter over a 100 times laughing on the condom joke every time. Come on ma, you could've been serious this once. I smiled a little every time I read the letter, I could hear her voice every time I read the letter, so I read it even more times.
" you know it is said that when a person dies, the first thing people forget is their voice" I turned around to see the same man who gave me this letter "but whenever I read any of her letters, even now. I can hear her speak to me, oh I'm so sorry if I intruded its nearly 10 I thought you must be hungry"
I totally lost track of time, without saying a word I folded the letter and went to pick up my bag.
"Stay the night, you can have this pool house to yourself" he insisted placing a plate of what looked like pasta on the study table.
"No thanks" I replied bluntly. I didn't really care about him. I mean wait, shit I should care? He's my father. It's so complicated right now.
"It's very late, stay the night ill drop you, the first thing in the morning." He said, stubborn, there was no way he would let go of me tonight so I surrendered. But only this once, losing one battle didn't make me lose the war. Okay I had no idea what my brain was processing. I dropped my bag on the floor. Kept the letter by the pocket of my hood and took the plate of pasta and ate it silently.
It didn't even take me minutes after eating to get in the cozy sheets and doze off. The bed was so comfortable as if I laid back in clouds. Perks of being rich I guess.
Wait if he is rich and my mom you know, then am I not rich? Wow. I need to sleep now.
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The Last Call
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