Her Keeper

Chapter 13

--Geovanni Parris--

I stared off into space as I exhaled a thick cloud of smoke from my lips. This was probably my fifth blunt in three hours and as high as I was, it still didn't do anything to numb the pain I was feeling.

I put the blunt out, because it wasn't doing shit for me anyway.

I needed to vent to someone; a father figure perhaps.

I picked up my phone and dialed the number of the person I felt the need to talk to.

I know that he'd probably never forgive me for what I had to confess to him, but I also needed his advise before I did something dumb to his daughter which I'd probably live to regret even more.

I held the phone to my ear as I listened to the line ring. It wasn't too long before his voice cut in.

"Hello Geovanni, is everything alright?" His paternalistic voice chorused into the phone.

"Uncle Jan, there's something I need to talk to you about." I admitted as the tears threatened to fall again. "Everything's so messed up —" I sobbed.

--Julliet Morrison--

I was having breakfast with my dad. He came home unannounced earlier this morning and he hasn't exactly said anything to me since. He only instructed me to get ready to go to breakfast with him and now, we're here.

The waitress left the table and for the first time today my dad attempted to have a conversation with me.

"Great food, huh?" He made small talk as I played with the bacon on my plate.

"Yeah, I guess." I shrugged nonchalantly.

"You're not enjoying it?" He pried.

"Yes sir, I am." Even I heard how laden with sorrow my extremely low voice was.

"Is something wrong, Julliet?" He asked.

I shook my head as I mumbled a lie. "No."

"Then, why so quiet?" He continued. I looked up into his face, seeing nothing but an expressionless stare.

"With all due respect sir, we've both been quiet." I replied.

"Ah, but why are you so sad?" He questioned.

"I'm not sad, I'm just tired." I tried my best to deny his claim.

"Ok." He nodded. "Are you sure?"

"Yes dad, I'm sure." I replied. "I really don't want to talk about it anyway." I mumbled.

"So there is something?" He inquired.

"I'm sorry sir, but I'm not sure exactly what you're talking about." I attempted to carry on with my denial.

He smirked at me and waved dismissively at my pretense.

"Don't lie to me, Julliet!" He gritted.

"Can I talk about it when I'm ready?" I surrendered, though I still didn't give anything away.

"Explain." He demanded.

"I had a squabble with my boyfriend—well, my ex-boyfriend. I'm not sure what we are anymore." I looked down at my lap as the tears fell.

"You loved him?" He questioned. "Geovanni, I mean." He continued and my eyes quickly shot up to look astonishingly into his.

"H-how—" I began stuttering.

"He called." He cut me off, while he simultaneously answered my incomplete question.

"Oh." My eyes fell back into my lap as I fidgeted with my fingers.