Pimentel Princess #wattys2018

Chapter 55 | returning

"Are you sure your okay?" Joel asks her once more, rubbing her shoulders. January lends him a smile. "Ofcourse," She says dragging him to the table.

"I don't want kfc," Chris says, as we all get up to leave, we notice another group get up too. Joel goes outside for 2 minutes and returns with Richard, Erick and Zabdi.

"Oh that psycho bitch is here," Erick spits as she glares at us. Valentino's face shoots up smirking at January then shooting a wink. I can't believe how much I trusted him with January, I thought he was genuine.

We all walk out, the last to leave is Richard making sure the little psycho family doesn't follow us.

I clench January's hand, almost cutting off her blood supply. "Mama, I'm scared," She pleads. Her eyes glazing as her lip is prodded. I pull her in and kiss her forehead. "Don't be," I say in reassurance. I feel her hand tense.

We walk out the shopping centre without any thing happening except the fact they were still following us. I glance back. Valentino still had his head in his phone but his mom had a smirk on her face and I could tell she was going to do something very bad. This was the feeling that I couldn't shake.

In haste, I grab January and push her to the front with Yoan, away from me just as Summer lunges in. I spot a shiny metal piece, shimmering in the light.

It was a knife.

I see the blade lunging forward at me and before I can move I feel the metal piercing into my side. It didn't hurt as it entered but as it left the pain was immensely painful. I watch as blood pours out onto my blue shirt, my head pounding as my vision becomes blurred.

"R-Richard," I say weakly and he nods and walks away. I can see a bush of unruly hair on top of a grey bandana and I feel Joel beside me.
"Laila, laila!" He shouts. I want to respond but my body is too weak. I try my hardest to keep my eyes open but my body begs for the pain to numb.

Suddenly my world is filled with darkness, though I can hear January crying. I want to tell her I'll be okay.

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*this is confusing I'm sorry but back to January's point of view

I watch as Mama is wheeled away into a room, the drops of red substance trailed on the floor. It was supposed to be me. At the carpark Psycho Summer said "I was going to go after the one who slapped me, but I thought I'd go for little miss perfect instead," with a playful smirk on her face as she wipes the knife with a tissue.

I screamed out to Mama but she's not wake. It sucked seeing papa crying, he was knelt next to her unconscious body as Uncle Richard called for help. Mama has to be okay. Has to. God just took Hafsa.

"You okay?" Yoan snakes his arm around my waist, pulling my head into his chest. His heart was beating like crazy just like mine.

"We were just here," I say muffled into his soft cotton t-shirt. "And we return, I hate this place," I close my eyes linking my hands together behind him. I sigh loudly pushing away my tears.

"She's going to be fine," he kisses my forehead. I hope he's right. The doctor comes out, and we all stand to hear what she's going to say.

"She's going to be fine, She it's just a minor cut, wasn't too deep. But it will be very painful but we've put stitches on. She has had quite a bit of blood loss, so she'll be a bit drowsy but she's okay for you to go see. 2 at a time though please, no more," She nods smiling before going back into her room.

I grab Yoan's hand again. "It's okay," he smiles point to papa. "Go with your dad," I kiss his cheek, and go in with papa.

As soon as we get in papa breaks down, crouching at her side. Mama's face was pale and her hair was a mess. She'd had a tube of the red liquid feeding the wounded at the side of her body. I shut my eyes at the weird feeling inside me. I think of Hafsa lying in the bed. She had a smile on her face in contrast to the painful scowl on mama's. Her eyes glazed with tears.

I crouch down and kiss them, the wires scratching my nose as I do.

"I love you you know," Mama says kissing my hand. Her lips were dry. "And you silly," she laugh at papa. We both sit on the side of her bed.

"Can I go get a drink and see you later? I just there's something on my mind," I say. "Sure," Mama says dismissing me. "Oh bring in Richard for me," She shouts behind me.

Now all my tears let loose. I tell uncle Rich to go in but I run and crash into Little Yoyo's arms. "I can't do it," I say through my cries. "Hafsa spent her last few moments here I can't, she fought here. I can't do this- I can't- I can't," I hold him tight and tighter. His warm body tucks me in.

Being in his hugs was my second home.

He pulls me away and grabs my face into his hands, pushing away stray hairs. "You can. She's fine," his dark brown eyes stare into mine as a moment passed between us. "But h-h," I struggle between tears.

"She's fine, she's happy," he reassures.
I pinch his cheek. "I love you, you know, you cutie," he smiles smugly. "How can you not?" He shrugs, before he shines the light that keeps me going in my dark days - his smile.