The Last Holiday

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER  12:

TONIA'S POV:

The afternoon suddenly seemed dark, and I no longer felt the merriment in the air.

Coming home was no fun, it was definitely not how I'd planned it to be before I'd gone to see him.

I had no idea he'd seen me.

"Ah, aunty, watch your step", a small boy called out to me, a few steps before I would have invariably and absentmindedly walked into a puddle.

I turned to look at him, but stopped short.

His eyes... they judged me. They called me a cheater. A bad person.

And then suddenly, the little boy's innocent smile was no longer innocent, it was knowing.

   He knew.

Everyone knew I'd slept with Savior. Everyone had been told, and yet no one was willing to ask for my side of the story.

  The little boy, apparently tired of locking eyes with this 'demented' lady, decided to move on, skipping happily.

   "Hey, T! Whattup?", a familiar voice called from behind me as I turned into my street.

I ignored it, but the voice called again, and when I still didn't reply, rapid footfalls sounded from behind, getting louder and louder as they neared me.

Still, I made no effort to either get away, or reply.

I just wanted to be on my own, to think, and figure this out.

   Knowing Ob, he'd forgive me once I tell him why I cheated. Then he'd know how disgusted I was at myself for what had happened.

A firm grip on my shoulder reminded me of my surrounding, and I spun around, landing two good slaps on the face of my pursuer.

   "Why can't you just leave me alone?", I cried.

"I've done all you wanted, why do you still chase after me? What more do you want from me?"

    My pursuer was a teenage guy, just about the same height as I, except dark, bearded, and with crooked teeth.

He also had bowed legs, and walked with a limp.

   Savior.

Apparently unfazed by my slaps, he smiled, showing off his crooked incisor. "Hey babe!"

   A wave of foul breath hit my nostrils, and I felt the urge to throw up. It was too much.

"First of all, I'm not your 'babe'", I thundered, walking toward his retreating form. "Secondly, never, ever lay any of your filthy fingers on me. Ever!"

He seemed taken aback by my outburst. He held up his hands in a peaceful gesture, still smiling, howbeit less bashfully now.

"Relax, ba..."

My stern face cut him off, and he coughed, then cleared his throat, shaking his head apologetically, though I sensed a little sneer at the end of his lips.