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CHAPTER THREE

My name is Rami this is my story.......

When I was young I was sent to California with my brother Jameson to get married by our society in order to give birth to children and start living there. I was hurt leaving my lover Damien who I loved more than my parents, he meant everything to me and he made me smile, laugh and all that brings me joy. We always had a tradition every last night of a month, we usually made out while in a hot shower .I remember what that moment always felt like, i remember his soft lips touching my skin, it felt like I should remain in that moment forever.

The only problem was that Damien had the black cloud scar, he was feared by everyone in the community and I could never marry him because my parents never will have approved him, for the fact that everyone knew about his evil.

Leaving with my brother at the end of the year to California, obviously there was no sexual attraction between both of us. We had to create one child just because of our society, the next year I gave birth to a baby boy Mason , two years later we gave birth to a baby girl we named Lana.

Ten years later Damien called me, he was furious; I could literally feel him breathing. He was literally still heartbroken and he threatened to destroy my family if I don't meet him, I met him at the coffee shop downtown by 4pm later that day.

When I saw him, all the emotions rushed back again, I realised the feeling never left. I still loved him more than I loved Jameson. His hair was still as awesome as ever, his eyes still pierced through my heart. All I could think about was how it will feel to touch him once again; I finally sat down and asked him what he wanted. He then told me a story: there was once a girl who loved this boy so much, he loved her as well .she was sent out to marry her brother and during the time of her marriage she desperately needed a child. The boy and the girl met once more sexually and the girl got pregnant and gave birth to a son.

When Damien had finished the story, it was obvious that he had come for his son our little secret we had promised never to speak about. Leaving the coffee shop I was perplexed, I couldn't really think well, what was I going to do? How am I going to tell Jameson?

Driving on my way back home, all I could think about was how I was going to break the news to Jameson that mason isn't his son, I could predict his reaction, his going to be furious at me literally. When I got home I dropped my keys on the kitchen counter, the house was still quiet. The children had not come back from school yet, five minutes later I heard a knock on my front door Jameson was back. I opened the door, after a long hour of stalling I finally said it ''mason isn't your son, he is Damien's "I was surprised by his reaction. He reacted as if he had known about this for a long time; he just smiled and asked what the problem was.

Damien wants mason I blurted out, at this point his reaction was as expected he blew up in anger; he threw the glass on the counter I could literally see the anger in his veins. After ten minutes, he had calmed down and was ready to have a civil discussion with me. We discussed that giving him Mason wasn't an option for the both of us and we both knew what we had to do.

On the 13th November 1985 Jameson and I decided to go on a trip to brook mane where the laman lived, I'm sure all of you don't know the meaning of that. A laman is a woman who has the power to create imaginations and stories which never occurred, in other words she makes you believe in a situation which never happened, changing what you believe as true.

Jameson and I knew the consequences of approaching this laman, our lives might change forever if we seek her help but it didn't matter, we needed to protect our son from the unknown terror that was coming his way. Getting to the bridge leading to brook mane, I sensed it, something was coming and this journey might end with us saving our son or our children loosing us.

Brook mane still had that funny smell that sends chills down your spine. The place was still as quiet as ever with few aged people struggling to cross the road, strangers walking in and out confused about where they are. Finally, the car stopped Jameson saw her ''shina'' his first and only love, a woman he could actually die for in one moment with just the sound of her voice. She was like an electric pull; she drew him with every part of her body, from her eyes all the way to her legs. Her words were as sweet as his favourite brownie, mesmerized just by the little movement of her hips, she was all her ever desired.

After a thirty minutes gaze at her, he finally put on the engine and drove home to where the laman dwelled. It didn't take us more than fifteen minutes to get there from where we were. Getting there, I felt that feeling again I couldn't literally place it but I know it felt strange.

The laman's house always smelt like melted strawberries, it was quite amusing to be honest. We were welcomed by her associate Palos, who requested that we should sit in the "Canorix". A canorix is a small room where the laman attends to all her guests. Five minutes passed she hadn't attended to us; I had become quite uncomfortable feeling the need to run while we still can. Two minutes later a caramel skinned lady with beautiful hazel eyes and long hair that looked like that of an Egyptian approached us, to be honest she was too beautiful to behold.

She finally spoke after ten minutes of lookingat us with so much curiosity; she told us what she could do about our situation,the only solution to our dilemma. She said that we had to leave our childrenfor about ten years