The Guy Through My Window

CHAPTER 43

Guests assemble in the living room elevating the heat and carbon dioxide in the small square-shaped room. 

Guest? They were my family and my future family.

Isaac slips past the crowd reaching me," Hello doll." He greets, from when has he started calling me a doll? I offer a tight grin.

"C'mon, I want you to meet someone." But I did not realize that someone turned everyone.

I personally dislike being in the crowd or the center of attraction.

Mr. Martin steals the spotlight by clearing his throat. It was kind of manner-less if I consider but it was only his family and his son's future in-laws. He began his speech as we stood beside him, my arm tucked in his.

I scan around the place, my eyes fell on Hannah's soft face. A gentle smile tugged her lips, her fingers wrapped Ethan's hands, the cutest couple ever! He offers a bright smile at me as he plants a kiss on Hannah's forehead. Her free hand guarded her baby plump emerging from her peach dress.

My eyes move around again, everyone's face seemed soft, maybe the effect of Mr. Martin's speech. Which I'm barely paying attention to. My heart exploded when my gaze settles on a familiar face. 

Why am I having such feelings like this? 

Especially in this auspicious time!

He smirks, that's all he ever does. Why are my cheeks heating up? He wore a lavender shirt with a white blazer and blue jeans perfectly twining with me. I automatically compared Isaac with Luke; He wore a navy blue blazer with formal pants and a white shirt. 

"To Isaac and Judith." Mr. Martin toasted, the crowd imitating him.

The rings come to my view, the tiny diamond sparkled in its case.

Mr. Martin offers us the rings, the cold metal feels colder in the tips of my fingers.

Isaac smiles nervously gulping down simultaneously.

"Sac go ahead." Mrs. Martin insists. 

The word 'sac' is a short form of Isaac but it sounds more like 'Zac'; called exclusively by the Martins.

He waits to extend my hand but my eyes dart towards Luke awkwardly. His face drops from a smirk to something unreadable.

 "Judi," Isaac whispers, drawing my attention to my near-future-husband.

I extend my hand; a silent prayer escaping my lips but before he could slide the ring into my ring finger a harsh voice echoes into the room, "Stop!" 

The crowd clears the path to the owner of the voice which I didn't recognize. 

A light beard man strides swiftly into the room, a young woman trailing behind him. Her head bent down like she was embarrassed or scared, I could not differentiate.

The man pounces on Isaac holding a firm grip of his collar; dropping the ring.

"What have you done?" He spats throwing a few punches at him. He lands on the floor a red scar on the corners of Isaac's lips.

The men from the crowd engulf the vicious man but he shakes his arms off so easily throwing a few more punches on the defenseless Isaac.

More men catch hold of him making Mr. Martin speak up to him.

"Calm down!" He commands loudly.

"Calm down? You want me to calm down! My sister's whole life is a mess and that's all because of your precious son!!"

"We can talk this over, Mister."

"No! I claim justice."

"What has my son done?"

"I guess my sister can answer you better."

Everyone's eyes were on her now. Her head still low; as her brother mentions her, tears flowed down her cheeks greatly; she rubbed her nose and sniffled loudly.

She slowly lifted her head, her gaze first landing on Isaac; she pursed her lips scanning the area. The dark mascara dissolving in her swollen eyes, staining her pink cheeks. She glanced at her brother, he firmly nodded signaling her to speak, and then she wails," He is the father of my child." Her sharp cry pierced a dagger into my chest as I gasp at the sound of her words.

The world starts spinning around me, my vision blurry, my heart pumps extremely faster than my veins could accommodate its abnormal speed. The events around me move faster than I could catch and a lot of chaos fills my ears not able to differentiate each sound I hear. My palm turns sweaty and finally, I hear a female voice calling my name. I'm being seated on soft furniture but my mind and eyes still seem too weak to coordinate.

The next moment I'm running upstairs after I saw Isaac fighting back. 

I slam the door shut closing all the locks possible and let out a moan that I had been holding back. I sink down to the floor, tears burst out threatening to rip my eyes. I pull my knees to my chest providing comfort to my broken heart.

I sense someone's presence like someone creeping into my room. I bury my head hiding my face; a hard thud crashes into my room but I'm not afraid because I know it's 'The Guy Through My Window.'

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"HE MAKES

       EVERYTHING 

              BEAUTIFUL

                             IN HIS

                                    TIME." 

                                                 Ecclesiastes 3:11

{JF Abraham}