Always has been you

Some lies

Amelia:

Those amazing days of Australia have been gone. Now they were in Quatar. It was hot. Even though it was March. It shouldn't be that hot.

But still are the racing days. Of speed, adrenaline and energy. My relationship of me and Isaac was growing, but it was barrier, like we couldn't be that close, was he making that barrier? Was I making the barrier? Were we making the barrier? But I started to talk a little bit more with Alex. Juan didn't really like him, I mean he never saw him or talked to him. He didn't like his name. Juan is such a judgy guy, so as my mom.

Alex was sweet. We both were speaking freely. He made me feel like I belong to the team. He made me feel special. Should I feel like this? Should I just forget about these feelings? We can't be more than just friends.

Isaac:

Looks like the connection between me and Amelia had been a little weird. Like we both it is a barrier and both of us aren't doing something about it.

But she was talking with my teammate. I mean they started to talk a little but more than usual. They way they were smiling, I hated that. They way he was making all the jokes.

I should have been the one. To make all those to make her laugh. Not him. I didn't like the idea that he could be her boyfriend. I didn't like the idea of talking to him, at all. I shouldn't be jealous. I'm not even with Amelia, even though I really want her. More than anything. Deep inside me thinks that I can be a lot better than him as a boyfriend. But I shouldn't think this. Me and Amelia we never talked about stuff as relationship or anything. But I hate this idea.

Amelia:

After practice, that was a fast practice and a smooth one. I was going to my hotel, I was sharing with Juan and mom. They didn't have enough room. I entered the living room form my hotel room. Before I was opening the door I could hear some loud talks. They were having a small argue.

I opened the door. It was silence after I entered. The silence that I didn't like. It makes me feel something was about to happen, I didn't like the silence between us. They both looked surprised when I entered. As like I didn't belong to them. Like I was a stranger to him. They looked at me like I should probably go and leave them alone.

"Hey! What's with your faces?"

"Amelia we have to tell you you something..." said mom very nervous. She couldn't look me in the eyes.

"Yeah what is it?" I asked

"Is... about your.... Father..." she said and looked at me with tears in her eyes?

"What about him?"

"Your father is...." The words couldn't be spoken. The tears were stopping them. This topic was something that we all aren't ready for it. She was looking at me, like she was the one that left, not my father. In her eyes I could see, the embarrassment, the nervousness, the pain, the guilt. But still she couldn't say his name. His name was like the box of Pandora. It shouldn't be opened. We have forget him. Even though he and my mother created me. It was like you have to forget about God. When you clearly know that you belong to him. And everything reminds you of him. So, my mother has to say his name.