An Angel's Miracle

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

That Sunday evening, Phyllis called Stephen and he guided them, Caroline and Phyllis, in cooking a 'special' dinner for Colin. Caroline and her weren't best friends all of a sudden, she still had reservations from Phyllis but it was okay, great even. Phyllis wouldn't like the girl to be attached to her when she didn't even know for certain if she was there to stay in the girl's life--- or to Colin's.

It was wrong for her to hope otherwise because she wasn't someone who could be a permanent fix to somebody else's life. Phyllis has too many shadows lurking at her back to risk them. She was better left alone but she couldn't, for the love of God, keep herself away from the Frasers. Every time Colin would leave her house after spending the night with her or vice versa, thoughts of how wrong she was would always crash at the surface of her mind.

She knew that as the time spent with Colin prolongs, she would drown even further. At no time at all, she would be at the depth she couldn't swim through and would end up drowning in this mirage she created since she met Colin.

She kept on telling herself it was wrong, it was only a dream, a hopeful thinking of what she couldn't possibly have --- a sense of completeness and contentment.

This wasn't her fault, was it? It wasn't her fault that she was born from Susan's womb.

But why is it she felt as if it was all her fault all along. Sometimes, she asked herself, what if Susan didn't give birth to her, or never conceived her? Would her mother's life be any different?

She would never know the answers to those questions.

It was Wednesday morning. She sat in front of her vanity mirror, all prepped up and ready to go. Her eyes landed on her mobile phone and with a shaky but quite determined exhale of breath, she called Colin. It was unusual for her to call him, she felt as if it was wrong for her to do so. It has always been Colin calling her.

After three rings, he answered. "Hey doll face." She swooned over his voice. Phyllis decided she would never get used to his voice, no, not possible.

"Hey," she swallowed and willed herself to ask. "So, uhm, is this a crappy time to talk?"

Colin's deep husky chuckle soothed her and her nerves started to settle. Colin was different, how long should she hammer that in her brain? She shouldn't be afraid that he would disapprove, he was good. He wouldn't find her annoying, she learned to accept that from his personality. He never treated her with indifference; he always let her feel cared.

This was Colin, she thought to herself.

"Doll face, you know that when it comes to you, it's always good to talk. I love hearing your voice." A smile tugged her lips upward and she fought the dreamy sigh from escaping her lips.

"Alright,"

"So, as much as I love talking doll face, I am in the middle of a meeting... What do you want to talk about?"

"Oh," an embarrassed rush of breath, "you should have told me you're in a meeting. How could you answer the phone?" A tinge of red deepened the blush she applied in her cheeks.

Colin chortled, "It is you who's calling." He said as if it explained everything. She wanted to ask more regarding the subject but she chided herself. She shouldn't be wasting his time.

"It's Wednesday," she started lamely. Ever since she met Colin, she found herself becoming affluent. It was as if her tongue would entangle with itself when she spoke.

It was really embarrassing when she rambled especially incomprehensible words that were stringed together to form a nonsense sentence. She was lame when it comes to Colin.