Jayden had gone home the next morning, with emotions he hadn’t felt in a long time. They reminded him of the first few years he had spent looking after Sasha after his mother died. Not only had he developed more feelings for Riaz but he shared something special with her. That night they both realised that they had more in common with each other than anyone they had ever met before.
They grew a special bond with each other.
They felt as though they were the only two in the world.
Jayden had never felt such a powerful connection with anyone other than Riaz before.
Every minuet he spent away from her he yearned for her, whilst on the other side Riaz had regretted every moment. She let a stranger into her life. She was grateful that she had someone to talk to, but scared that it would end badly. I mean both she and Jayden knew that she was still in a relationship. They didn't even love each other, although whenever they thought about each other their heart would race, their hands would sweat and they would both dig up this nauseous feeling in the pit of their stomach.
“Who’s that?” Jayden whispered being careful not to wake anyone up.
“Just like you Jayden, I have many secrets too.”
“What do you mean?” Jayden was confused.
“This is my brother.” She said, clearly ignoring his question
“Your brother, you never told me you had a brother.”
“Yeah, I know. I guess it slipped my mind.”
“Does he live with you?”
“Something like that? He’s in and out of care. He’s stays with me every now and then.”
“So where’s you parents?”
“We have different dads, his lives somewhere in America and my mum,” she stopped, unsure of whether to tell him.
“And your mum...?”
“My mum is a crack head. She currently is living with her crack head boyfriend, instead of looking after her 11 year old son.” The whole time she was talking to Jayden she stared intensely at this little boy. He looked fragile. Far from 11 years old. “I don’t know why I expected her to treat him any differently; she did the exact same to me. Had me in and out of care homes and foster families. Then there was this really nice family. They wanted to adopt me, but she didn't want them too. She claimed that she was clean and was capable of looking after me. I said I didn't want to go back I told them time and time again. They just said to me, ‘she’s your mum; you have to go back now’. Those words repeated in my head for years. She wasn’t my mum. Never acted like one anyway.” She looked at Jayden, waiting for some sort of response, but as usual he said nothing. Just watched her as she fought back her tears. “Why don’t you ever comment? You never say anything, it’s like you’re far away. In a world of your own. Like you’re not even listening.”
“It’s never another human beings place to judge you or your life.” They had been whispering the whole time.
“What's his name?”
“Ice.” She said just as cold as the actual thing.
“Ice?” Jayden questioned.
“Yeah, as in, crystal meth. She was high on it when she was pregnant with him and high on it after she had him. The stupid bitch named him after street slang.” She took a pause. “Shows how much he means or meant to her. Funny thing is though; she came back for me on many occasions. But she’s never once come back for him. Strange.”
