Silvia's brow furrowed, her curiosity piqued despite her wariness. "Who's Sarah to you?" she asked, her voice sharp with suspicion.
There was a pause, a brief hesitation before Ismaila answered, his tone heavy with both grief and resolve. "My sister," he said quietly.
"Oh, wow? So Sarah had a family all this time, and they just decided to come out of the blue the moment she died, huh?"
"Where were you all these years?" she asked, her voice calm but laced with rage.
Suddenly, he slammed the brakes, bringing the car to a screeching halt. His jaw tightened, and anger flashed in his eyes.
"Don't judge me," he said in a measured tone, his voice simmering with barely contained fury, as his hands clenched tightly around the steering wheel.
#FLASHBACK: The day Tremond was born.
"I always knew you were bad news from the very first day," Ismaila said sharply, his gaze burning with hatred as he glared at Deaton, Tremond's father, who was casually preparing food in the kitchen.
"Those eyes of yours could kill, you know," Deaton replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
"Yes! Let them kill you!" Ismaila snapped, his voice trembling with rage.
Deaton simply chuckled, unfazed. The room grew silent for a moment, the tension thick and suffocating.
"You're probably never going to trust me, and I'm fine with that. But there's one thing I need you to know, I would never do anything to hurt Sarah. And it's not because I'm afraid of you, Ismaila. It's because I love her with everything I have. Everything I've done so far has been to protect her and Tremond. I don't know how to make you trust me, but whatever the case may be, I'm asking for your help." Deaton spoke calmly as he prepared the food and carried it to Sarah.
Ismaila, lost in thought and simmering with anger, still found it hard to understand the kind of man Deaton was.
A while later, Deaton left the house to pick up supplies from a baby store. Ismaila walked into Sarah's room and found her lying on the bed, cradling Tremond in her arms.
"You're strong for someone who just gave birth. You should be resting, let me help you," he said, gently lifting Tremond from her arms.
Tremond stirred, about to cry, but Ismaila began to play with him, soothing him.
"I'm glad you two are getting along," Sarah said with a warm smile.
"Me? Deaton? Ha! Getting along, my ass," Ismaila retorted, still focused on entertaining Tremond.
"I meant Tremond," Sarah clarified.
Ismaila paused, silent for a moment, before replying, "I don't like him either. I just don't have a choice, and that's why I'm here."
The smile on Sarah's face faltered as she watched him. Ismaila noticed.
"I'm just joking," he added quickly. "He's my nephew. What kind of uncle would I be if I didn't care about him?"
"You don't have to hide it, you know," Sarah said with a hint of frustration.
Ismaila hesitated, guilt flickering across his face. "I'm not hiding anything. It's just hard to accept Deaton, knowing how dangerous he is."
"I know," Sarah admitted, her voice softening. "But I need you to promise me something."
"What is it?" Ismaila asked, his tone growing serious.
"Promise me that no matter what happens, you'll always protect this child," she said, her expression filled with quiet desperation.
Ismaila went silent, his thoughts racing. Finally, he spoke, his voice firm. "Nothing will happen."
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Birth to Chaos
Aktuelle LiteraturIn a world of mystery and power. Tremond was a calm and laconic natured young man from birth. However, due to losing all of his loved ones, he evolved into an irrational being. He did things because they had to be done or perhaps just out of desire...
