Caroline's point of view
"Okay, I'll come and pick you up, I love you."
I hang up the call and look around me in depression. At a hotel room. The curtains draw close, nothing shows that someone is staying here, since I've packed everything in the closet.
Its been one week. One long week and Matilda have beaten a girl almost to plump again, for the fifth time in a row.
"Caroline, I'll advise you to come and get your sister, she shoots daggers at everyone here, including me," The principal said.
"Miss Red, I promise you that its not like that normally. My sister is sweet, okay? She is-"
"I'm not seeing that sweetness anymore. The sugar candy is gone."
"Did she tell you what happen?"
"We are standing outside at this moment, the phone is on speaker, the kid mother is here as well."
"Oh my God. Matilda? Mat-"
"She took my duck from me! She stoled from me, Caroline! I hate her, it's mine."
"She didn't have to hit my child," The mother began.
"She didn't have to steal my stuff, if you were kind enough to buy one she wouldn't steal mine!" Matilda roared.
I rubbed my forehead as it pained me.
"Loose me! Let me go!" I heard her scream and my heart slammed in my chest as I heard her voice cracked.
"Put her outside. Its best that way, Matilda just go okay? Please."
She mumbled a okay.
"Get here quick, I have things to do," Miss Red said.
"Okay, I'll Come and pick you up, I love you."
First it was fighting for a seat, then shoving someone who accidentally steps on her toes, then pulling a girl by her hair just because she didn't say excuse, then beating someone who provoked her, now this. Something had changed in my sister.
She is suffering. silently. She told me she was okay but I knew she wasn't. My sister is surely becoming a tough bad ass, bitter kid. All because of Pauline.
I should have left her with dad. That same day when Talat left, I heard the most shocking news of my life. I thought things couldn't get any worse, knowing that the perfect mom I had in my head was not perfect after all. It turns out everybody is perfectly imperfect, because dad who I thought I could fall back on hid his secret from me.
The secret of my brother.
It shook me to the core, I couldn't talk for four days. My voice wasn't working, or maybe I just didn't want to talk. I had a strong man out there that I didn't know about.
When I could finally gather my bearings, I begged dad to give me some money. He is rich, he shouldn't have a problem but he did. He didn't want me to leave, it broke me to see him cry but I had to get away from there. Every where in the house felt like prison just by being inside seems to slow me down: my footsteps, the walking seems too long. I thought I developed insomnia, because I couldn't sleep, it didn't matter how much I tried.
He gave me enough cash to rent a apartment but I stayed at a hotel instead. Matilda didn't even shed a tear when she left, but as soon as she came home she was a ball of mess. When I asked her, plead to her, begged her to tell me what it was, it seems like she was developing asthma. I had to stop prying. I hugged her to sleep every night.
And then boom!
Matilda is becoming a stranger.
"She took my duck from me! She stoled from me, Caroline! I hate her, it's mine."
"The duck!" I jump and grab on a white air force. I pulled the black puller over my tank top.
I jog every morning, since I got here.
I rushed into the bathroom and comb through my now curly red hair. I grab my phone from my jogging pants and closed the door.
" She took my duck from me! She stoled from me, Caroline! I hate her, it's mine."
"Matilda is still in there somewhere, I can't loose you baby, not yet, am not ready to loose you, you can't grow too fast."
Running toward the elevator as tears drained down my eyes. I remembered that duck. I was the one who bought it for her. I had worked for days on my fifteen birthday, nothing much, just helping the lady at the canteen. I wanted something, something sentimental to give her and that toy caught my eyes. I just didn't know she had it. She even brings it to school.
I bumped hard into the elevator.
"Hold up! "
Wait, That's not the elevator
"Talat?"
I haven't seen him in three weeks. He was in on it. He knows about my brother. How much did he know? How much does he know about me?
I moved from his arms and look up at him. His arm slowly gliding from me as he set me free. His perfume, that same perfume, hits me in the nostrils. His eyes hidden behind a glass. His hair smooth back in a ponytail. Up close to him I could see the real beauty of the king. I could count the hair on his eyebrows.
What am I doing?
I pushed my anger up, I didn't know I could do that. I focus on what he didn't tell me and move off.
I rushed towards the elevator as soon as someone else was going down. He came in. Pushing at it with his hand then he was standing beside me.
"Nice try."
"Are you my body guard or something? What the fuck are are you doing here?"
Wow, I am way worse than Matilda
I looked at the elder woman beside me and frown.
"I ask forgiveness madam. Its very rude of me. Its unintentional for me to curse like this. I am sorry."
I was surprised to see a slight smile on her face.
"That's all right dear, I know he can be provoking sometimes."
Sometimes?
"Oh, let me introduced you, this is my grandmother; the Queen of my heart. This is the Caroline."
"Bunu bildiğim iyi oldu."
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Thank the Lord🙏
I finally wrote something 🙏
I didn't want to end it like that but my back hurts right now. It's killing me. I have lied down in one position while typing this.🙄
Grandma is in the picture. That means something is going on, something is going down or up 🤪🙈
I never had a grandmother so I want this grandmother to humm let's see 🧐🤔 sugar candy?
More interesting things will come along. We were about to loose Matilda but no! We have to get her back, Matilda is Caroline's strength, or so she says🤪
I think Volkan is here too, remember Volkan was supposed to visit Talat for the weekend? Maybe he brought Akim💃
Let the movie continues🙏
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The light in my darkness ✅
RomanceShe struggles with trust. She's broken. He struggles with peace and his haunting past, Unaware of the necessities to love, can these two come together and be each other's light? *** Cold hearted, broken and bitter; she pushed people away. She had...