Triple Life (#Wattys2015)

Ch 31

It was the weekend, I woke up to the rays of sunlight streaming in to the room. I had forgotten to close the curtains after yesterday night.

Yesterday night, after sobbing for an hour, I had taken a bath and then dried my hair with a hair dryer. No way would I sleep like that. I had decided to switch off my phone because I seriously didn't feel like communicating with anyone. I wasn't acting like a drama queen here nor was I making a big deal out of this. I needed some time alone to gather myself up and face the highschool community on Monday. I was always a kind of socially awkward girl in my former school and in my family. I liked being alone but I didn't mind having couple of friends. I wasn't a loner but there were times where I would retreat to my shell and be a loner. This was one of those times. In my family, I was the only person like that. My cousins, my parents, uncles, aunties were all very social. They loved social gatherings and didn't mind being the center of the attention. I, on the other hand wouldn't mind a small family gathering with few family members and I never liked social gatherings much though I do attend parties and all that. I always shied away from the spotlight. I had spoken in public gatherings, acted on stage and all that but that was only in school events. I never asked for the spotlight, it simply was given to me by my teachers.

This was the very reason I was anonymous in my blog and wattpad account. I loved having fans, I loved the attention, it was all because of my blogging and stories. So, obviously that attention was for my talent and I could handle with that as long as my fans don't know who actually is the person behind those blogs and stories.

I was pulled out of my musing by the smell of pies wafting from the kitchen. I quickly went to the bathroom, washed myself and changed into a dark blue kurtha top and brown jeans. I was half-Indian and lived in India all these years, so I did wear Indian clothes. I loved Indian clothes. Kurtha tops and shalwars were my favourite. Tshirts were okay too but I still I loved the Indian way of dressing. I put my hair in a braid and tied it with a light blue scrunchy. Yep, scrunchies were my fave form of hair accessory.

Though I did not want to talk or meet anyone, I knew I should go down for breakfast. I can't ignore Ria and Carlo because even back home I never ignored my mum, dad or my grandparents when I was in such mood because ignoring elders is disrespectful and I didn't like hurting them when all what happened wasn't their fault.

I took a deep breath and went downstairs. Mmmm....I loved the smell of Ria's cooking. She cooked tasty food.

"Good morning Ria, Carlo." I greeted both of them, Ria was baking pies in the oven. Carlo was reading the newspapers. Both of  them looked at me surprised to see me cheery after yesterday.

"Morning muchkin." Carlo said as he came up and ruffled my hair. I playfully scowled at him, he chuckled.

"Good morning, Belle." Ria said, smiling as she came over and kissed me on the forehead.

"Um, Ria, Carlo, about yesterday, I am sorry." I muttered, feeling guilty.

"Oh dear." Ria said, looking at me in a motherly way.

"Don't worry, munchkin. You can tell us when you feel you can. Don't rush yourself. We were also teenagers once, remember?" Carlo told in a fatherly tone.

I looked up at Ria and Carlo and they looked at me with looks of understanding on their faces. For the millionth time since I came here, I am glad my parents chose Ria and Carlo Johnson to be my foster parents. They were lovely people and I honestly loved them like my own parents.

"Alright then, what's for breakfast?" I asked, looking at the ovens, hungrily.

"Ah, you'll have to wait a bit, sweetie!" Ria grinned at my disappointed expression.

"Belle, your mum called half an hour back. We told you were sleeping. So, maybe you could call your mum back whilst waiting for breakfast, yeah?" Carlo informed me.

I nodded my head and dialed my mum's number from the Johnsons' telephone. I waited for sometime, until the line connected. I still couldn't remember how may hours difference India and America had. I suppose it was 6 hours. If I was correct, it would've been evening in India.

"Hello?" I heard my mum's voice float from the phone.

"Hello Mama-ji." I answered happily.

"Ooh Belle dearie! Is that you?" My mum asked, her tone filled with happiness.

"Yesh, Mama." I replied grinning.

"So, how are you? I hope you are not troubling the Johnsons'?" I could hear a teasing tone at the end of the sentence.

"I am fine. Oh no, how could you think like that of your own daughter. I thought you brought me up better than that?" I asked in mock hurt.

My mum burst out laughing on the other side "Oh dear me. Belle, you are still so dramatic."

"What else did you expect, Mama? You thought I would change? Ah never, Belle never changes!" I exclaimed in a dramatic tone.

My mum laughed again. "Yeah, you will never change. I know that." I could almost feel my mum, shaking her head in amusement. "However," My mum's tone turned serious. "I heard from Ria that you went to a party yesterday and came home, looking a right royal mess with beverages poured on you and tear stained face? What happened, bhethi?"  My mum sounded concerned now.

I sighed. I told my mum what happened. It felt good to talk about it to someone.

"Hmmmm....I understand, sweetie. You must be strong, Belle. Don't let this intimidate you. This might not stop but just remember to believe that there is always hope and one day, everything will become ok. Alright, dear?" My mum advised me.

"Alright Mama. It's breakfast time, so I got to go. Give my love and regards to Papa-ji, Nana-ji, Nani-ji and all back home." I told my mum, smiling.

"Alright darling. Give my love and regards to Ria and Carlo. Keep in touch, lovely. Bye" My mum told, I could feel the smile in her voice. I could imagine her face. Her brown eyes sparkling warmly when she smiled.

"Bye Mama." I said as I hung up with a smile on my face.

I looked over at Ria and Carlo. They had heard the whole conversation, no doubt it. I spoke in front of them.

"Belle, I can't imagine why Rhea would do that. Just remember if you need anyone to count on, you have me, Carlo, your parents and your friends." Ria said, as she hugged me.

"Yes munchkin. Be strong and don't let those idiots get you!" Carlo said, giving me a huge grin.

I chuckled at Ria's disapproving look thrown at Carlo. I might have not liked to talk to anyone but getting the matter off my chest and hearing Ria, Carlo and my mum's advises, I know that Rhea wouldn't manage to stop me no matter what she would do. I was truly glad to have such a loving family to foster me and such a loving family back home. I was truly thankful to God for giving me such a great thing.

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