How could I love my step brother? (Jacob Latimore love story)

Chapter 4

I walked into the house dragging,my feet and threw my body in the living room couch. I smell Mrs Curry cooking,she's home early. I walked lazily to the kitchen,seeing her preparing Baked chicken with casserole.

"Zamoia you scared me",she said taking the casserole out of the oven. "Sorry",I said smiling weakly.

"You look tense".

"Huh?"I asked

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine",I answered knowing I'm the exact opposite.

"Monica and Tristan just left".

"Oh,I'm going  upstairs now",I said.

"If you wake up before daylight,your food will be in the microwave",she said and I nodded.

Sleeping is something I want to do but my body won't allow. As I closed my eyes a replay of what happened earlier played in my mind or brain Everything leading up to the accident replayed, from the point where I entered the store to when the bus drove away. I wanted to know if he survive,to know which hospital he is staying,to know if his parents knows about the accident. My mind was all on him. A boy I met today and he is already driving me crazy.

I sat up and searched my bag for the piece of paper with his number on it. Yes! I took the phone out and dialed the numbers. It rang a couple times then went to voicemail. That means he didn't have his phone when the accident accurs. Which simple means even if I don't get him I'll still me able to talk to someone who has connection with him. I tried a third time crossing my fingers,hoping someone will pick up,its the only way I am going to sleep if I know he's alright.

Voicemail again,I sigh then called him again. No way I'm going to give up so easily.

Ring

Ring

Voicemail

Voicemail

This is getting useless. Why isn't anyone answering the phone.

"Zamoia are you sleeping?"asked Mrs. Curry who turns the light on. I groaned,"Yes I'm up".

"You look sleepy,so rest",she suggested. "But I...can't",I struggled to say after the accident replayed in my mind.

"Why can't you?something on your mind",she said now sitting on the bed. Maybe I should have pretended to be asleep and she would have went away. I wouldn't be having this conversation with her now.

"So is there something. Does it have to do with your dad?"she asked and I turned my head away from her eye contact.

"I'm just hungry",I said,hoping she'll come off that topic.
"In that case,come for some good old Baked chicken and Casserole",she said cheerfully,"But I still think your hiding something". She's never letting this go. "Whatever you say Mrs. Curry whatever you say". She help me off the bed and we head to the living room.

"Eat up",she stated,realizing that I hadn't touch the food. "You said you were hungry".

"I am but I just like to play with it before I eat it",she looked at me strange. "Zamoia I'm a psychologist I know when something is wrong with humans and I specialize in children and young adults". I totally forgot about her occupation,ugh.

"What makes you think something is wrong with me?"I asked finally putting food in my mouth.

"Your avoiding eye contact with me,your not eating after you said your hungry. Your eyes look sleepy and you can't sleep. All these signs make it obvious your not okay. Even someone who isn't a psychologist could sense your not your self",she stated. I wanted to cry. To tell her everything and how it's making me sad and that I think it's my fault cause he was saying goodbye to be,clueless to the world around him.

"Maybe your wrong"
"Stop lying to your self. Did you get raped?"she asked.

"What?! No!,why would you think that?"I asked.

"Cause that's how my patients who had been rape act",she answered.
"I haven't been sexually molested",I said.

"Then what's up?"she asked as if she's one of my friends who wants to help. I wonder if she's like that with her patients.

"Nothing,otherwise from the roof".
"Zamoia I'm trying to help you-"

"But I don't need your help!"I shouted,standing up,"May I leave?". She nodded and I went in the living room.

My phone rang  and I answered.
Zamoia it's your daddy. How ya been doing
  Dad I'm okay
That's nice to here. I'm just checking if everything is well.
Well it's all good.
I'll see you on Saturday. I'll pick you up.
Thanks and I love you
I feel the same way
Tell your fiance hi
Okay,bye baby girl

Jacob pov

"Your crazy",she said.

"I prefer the term specially unique",I said and she laughed once more.

"In case your wondering I called hoping this is your right number and not a fake one",she explained.

"Tiffany,come on we're all grown so we don't do childish stuffs",I said.

"True,so you wanna hang out?"she asked and I could hear the nervousness in her voice.

"Sure,just not today",I answered.

"It's fine so,Friday night then",she suggested.

"I'm performing at this night club on Friday so yea and you can watch",I said.

"So it's a date",she said.
What does she mean by date. Why do people mistake my politeness for flirting. I wonder if she likes. Probably yes or maybe she's being sarcastic.

"Whatever you wanna call it",I said.
"

Okay",she said and ended the call.

Next thing I know there are five messages from mom. Which reads
Jacob when are you going to visit me.

Jacob honey mommy misses you

Are you alright?

You'll be getting a sister

Jacob you can't run away from your problems. I bet if you talk to her things can be better.

Only if you know mom only if you know.

I replied to her saying Okay mom I'll visit you tomorrow. Is that okay?

She instantly replied
Of course it is also Zamoia isn't here so it wouldn't be too awkward.

Mom I'm coming to see you not her.

If you say so. I'm going to the doctor now so she ya tomorrow. Bye baby.

Okay mom