Amnesiac

Thirty Eighth

Sighing, I alternated my gaze at the two of them. "What are you two, statues? Your mouths have purposes, for your information." I said, rolling my eyes. Obviously, if I wasn't in the room, this set up won't work. Marj won't talk, Karlos won't talk, there's seriously no talking that is happening and they should be talking.

I mean, what's the use of having them in the same roof like this one when they are not even talking? Talking is what they should do right now, since there's a lot of explanation to do. But alas, here they are, staring at their glass of water, not a word escaping their lips.

After 26 seconds – yes, I did count the seconds – Marj spoke. "I know I came here without any warning at all," she says, "But when I was in the other country before, I thought about you all the time and it all just hit me that I need to get back for you."

Karlos snorts and he ignored the angry look I am throwing at him, "When you were in a different country, doing god knows what, did you even thought about us? About Dad?"

"Of course—"

"Then why didn't you come back a little earlier?" Karlos asks, looking at his mom with angry eyes, it almost looked like a snake's. "Why didn't you come back for Colleen and me?"

"I was waiting for the right time—"

Her choice of words magnified Karlos' angst.

"Right time?" Karlos scoffed, "Right time? What do you mean by right time, Marj? The time that Dad died or the time when Colleen and I almost ended up separated because she almost got in the welfare aid because they thought we're orphans and I cannot look after her?" Karlos chuckled dryly, "Is that what you call right time?"

My heart broke for him. I never knew any of those parts of his life, and it hurts me a lot when I visualize a young Karlos and a younger Colleen being in welfare. I thanked God for not letting the two of them part paths, because Colleen is always going to be better off with her brother.

I held Karlos hands and gripped it tighter than I have ever done. He was getting out of hand; he's crossing some lines here. I understand that he doesn't really like his mom for so many reasons, but at least show her some respect or something. I mean, the lady is still their mom, she deserves it regardless of what she's done.

Marj paled and she was shaking a little. It would take the world's dumbest dumb to not figure out that she's just trying to hold in her cry.

"You don't even have the right to come here. We were better off without you."

Karlos' voice was laced with so much malice that I don't recognize him anymore. Karlos is sweet, loving, caring and everything you could think of. Seeing him this way never really crossed my mind and now that I've thought of it, I don't like this version of my boyfriend.

"You know, it's really a little late already." she said, her voice trembling lightly. "I should go, I still have to look for some rental to stay in."

"You don't have a home yet?" I asked her and she shook her head, a small smile gracing her lips. Right then, I saw how much she resembled a lot to Karlos. An idea popped in my head. Karlos saw it coming that he gripped my hand so hard I almost yelped and slapped him.

"You can stay in here if you'd like to." I offered.

"What? She can't stay here," Karlos said, his face once again turning red.

"And why not?" I quirked my eyebrow up at him.

"It's okay, Andromeda, I can just find somewhere to live in for—"