Evident

14.

Aureliano didn't came in last night and as I sat, rubbing my palm down on the skin of Imali, I took my time as I ate into some bread, swallowing down the pain that had numb my very system.

My knee has now transitioned into a swelling bruise that was from the fight I did last night.

All thanks to Aureliano or should I say Chief Aurelo and his ointments, I've rubbed some on each new bruises that I got and it had worked in some ways.

I didn't know why that commander helped me, or the motive behind his help. I had the expectation that he would want something in return, I was awaiting that time to come so that I could put him in his place however I was grateful that he helped me either way because I knew that I wouldn't have made it alive out of that situation no matter how skilled of a fighter I was.

They were too strong and obviously were build to fight.

I knew convincing Aureliano would be much of a struggle now that he knew that I followed him, the commander might have told him who I was and I felt frustrated that I was nowhere closed in getting what I wanted to achieve...

Why is it so hard for me to get what I want? one of the reasons why I took this job was because of the plans I had and now, I felt like I wasn't supposed to get it.

I closed my eyes as my mind took a turn down memory lane, my fingers ran across the old handle of the knife that was given to me by my mother, it thickens my thoughts as my heart clenches up from the sadness that lingers over my frame.

Flash back...

"You know I'm tempted to drag my suitcase back into the airport, pack all my shit and move there."

"I know right, it's so unreal." I replied to Ria's dreamlike state as I slide the screen of my camera, we both sighed at the images that I shot from our trip to New Zealand where we explored the Tasman Glacier, the snowfall dusted on the mountainous landscape was breathtaking that I almost felt the coldness from the white layers just behind the screen.

"See you on our next journey?" Ria wiggled her eyebrows and I playfully slap her arm.

"Maybe." I smirk as I walk towards the cab that was waiting for me at the curb just outside of the bustling airport.

"Girl don't play with me you know I can't travel without you!" She throw her hands up, huffing as she stood with her suitcase and backpack waiting for her mother to pick her up.

"Link me later and I'll let you know." I slid into the car, chuckling as she shouted for me to send her the pics that she didn't get to take.

I directed the driver to my house, a soft smile curling on my lips as I thought about my mom and the small gift that I had gotten for her.

The ginger haired kitten snuggled further into my lap as she shut her eyes closed in sleep. I hugged her deeper towards me, chuckling softly from the ridiculous name I knew my mom would give to her.

For the past three days I haven't heard anything from her, I know she might be busy seeing that she owned a small event planning company. Even though it was small, she still receive a lot of customers daily and I was so proud of her accomplishments because my mom didn't have the best life when growing up.

She was born and raised in the ghetto, within the heart of Kingston Jamaica yet regardless of this, her every determination towards life did not stop her from becoming successful.

She pushed through high school and was able to gained a scholarship where she migrated to Russia with my grandmother to further her studies in marketing.

Staring out through the car window, the sunset reflected an orange glow through the surface, I squinted my eyes from the light, smiling softly as the driver pulled up to my home.