A Silver Lining (#Wattys2018)

Chapter 29| plus plas

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Song: "Let her go" by Passenger

Dedicated to: sassy__bookworm

Quote: "Self love is self acceptance, we need to accept who we are, identify our strength and let those strength guide our growth as individual s"
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"Aramide," He walked close, falling into symmetry with Jason on the wooden floor "How long?"

I want to ask him who gave him permission to enter my house. I want to know why he feels entitled to an answer and why he is crouched on the floor with my son. I want to yell at him to get out of my house. I only manage to croak for water.

He carried me, bridal style and placed me, like an egg, on the couch. He and Jason went inside the kitchen and returned with a glass of water. I drank hurriedly and was rewarded with a cough, Asiwaju collected the glass of water from my hand and placed it on a stool nearby, instructing Jason to rub my back. Jason didn't rub my back, he was manhandling it with his small hands.

I wanted to him to stop, but only succeed in getting him to rub more each time I waved his actions down with my hands. Asiwaju came to my rescue, instructing him to stop and to search for paracetamol. He did not know where I kept them, and didn't bother to ask, he was marching into the kitchen with a determined look.

We stalled for a long time, I knew that Asiwaju was waiting for me to catch my breath, before unloading a million questions. I wondered, if he had seen the first message.

"You were going to keep this away from me" He stated calmly, finding comfort on another stool.

I did not bothered standing up, even though I disliked how he was sitting in my front on a stool.
"I want my phone back and its none of your business".

"That's the hard part" He reasoned, and brought his voice low when Jason walked by, into my room. "Its very well my business, that message just explained that Jason's injury was not an accident".

"And?" I added, reaching for the glass of water from the stool. I returned it

He closed his eyes and practiced deep breaths. I needed it, more than him.
"Who did you inform, the police?".

"I haven't informed, anyone". Why is he playing the detective?

"That's impossible!" He exclaimed, "You are placing, yourself and Jason in danger".

"This whole talk should stop, the only reason why you are here playing detective, is because for your selfish interest" I wanted to scream the words at him, but the hoarseness I felt in my throat, reminded me that I had spoken too much.

He gripped his knee.

"Is it not because of Jason?" I fired on, wincing from the pain it caused "Is it not strange, how you disassociated yourself years ago, only to appear out of nowhere wanting to be called daddy".

He swallowed, and I saw his hands tremble and knuckles turn white.

"Do you want to deny?"

He shook head frantically, and his lips quivered when he spoke.
"Aramide, believe me, that night when I went to dance with..." he paused trying to recollect.