Can't Lose You

Chapter 8

UNEDITED!!
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Nemo 💛

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(Continuation)
Present day...

"If that momona pulls your hair again you return the favour, getting it? Don't do nothing, you beat her up or knock her down to a pulp, girl, but make me proud. And remember don't close your fist with your thumb inside. It should always be on the outside so you don't crack it, understand?" I demonstrated how to make a fist the right way, to an utterly dumbfounded Aurora

Everyone loved Aurora at her daycare and I figured it the way every woman cooed at her sweet things as if she was the first baby they'd ever seen. Sure Aurora was beautiful with her blue eyes, her chubby rosy cheeks, long lashes and mop of curly white-blond hair, but as far as my knowledge went, Aurora wasn't a spell casting witch. But back there, the case was pretty bad I mean it was Aurora's first day and she had everyone wrapped around her little finger. I always knew the devil had a few tricks up her sleeve but I wasn't aware, the effect she had on people was so vast. Maybe she could teach me a few things on how to be more likeable and turn people all mushy.

Snort. Highly unlikely on my part

It had taken me a whole ass stinking hour to get Aurora out of there because everyone stopped me on my way and personally delivered her goodbyes. So after an hour of cooed 'see you tomorrows' and slimy pecks on the cheeks until her ears were colour similar to a lobster, I successfully managed to catch a taxi. We were on our way when Aurora uttered something like 'momona puh hayyr', as she had tangled her hand in her maddening curls and pulled. After a good look at her crazy hairstyle I did notice a band on the side of her hair was missing since they kept flopping towards her eyes. I'm certain Aunty must've styled her hair decent this morning.

So just in case 'momona' ever decides to pull my baby's hair again at least she'll know how to throw a punch.

Aurora unclenched my hand with her tiny fragile fingers, pecked my palm and blinded me with her toothy grin.

I groaned

"Don't give me that face. I'm not kidding here. I'm serious. You should know how to beat someone black and blue. It's essential for surviving in this big bad world!" I waved my arms like a mad woman in the congested space the car provided, and glared at Aurora who was perched on my lap very smartly.

I felt the cabby looking at me through the rearview mirror, so I glared at him and gave him a fury filled look until he turned his gaze.

He must be thinking what kinda lunatic teaches a toddler how to punch..

Well, this lunatic does

I sighed when Aurora giggled and played with my hair. I pulled her close, rested my chin on the top of her head and just savoured the feeling of home, I felt after so long.

Three years. They've been filled with excruciating pain. Unexplainable pain. Sometimes it was hard to decipher between night and day because I was lost. And forgotten. Clearly no one ever thought about me before they left.

When dad died I didn't know what to think. I was numb to the world. I kept my self locked up in my room staring into space thinking why. Why did it happen? Why did he leave when he said he would be home later with me? Why did I arrive alone? Why did he swirled the car to the right although he most certainly could've turned it left. The how's came later. The how's came when school started and I started thinking rationally. How did the brakes failed bcoz for the love of God, dad had bought the car a month before. It was a BMW X6 not some rusty old truck that had a possibility of dying down in the middle of the highway.