GROWTH

Chapter 10

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"That's my first great granbaby" Donaldson said breaking the awkward muteness. There wasn't no family lunch or dinner where he wasn't invited, he was the pa and hyper old man of the house. After the death of his wife he wasn't openly sad or held a sad face when Regina was mentioned. Years of being lonely triggered him to get find love again. It was Regina's last wish for him to be happy till he passed on too. He may have been old but he a youthful body.

In search of love he met Aiyana. She is a young beautiful black woman, alot younger but she liked her some own man. She was an intellect, too brilliant for her age. She owned a fashion company and a designer herself.

She was everything like his late wife even in looks. Sometimes he feels Regina faked her death to be young again or blessed him with Aiyana. Everyone loved her when he was introduced, she is a sweet heart to all.

Being his hyper self he flexed his long legs to hug Isabelle and quick kiss her cheeks. "Baby girl" he greeted

"OG pa" she greeted. Of course she was happy to see him but didn't need the attention right now.

"You are always growing, I miss the eight year you man" he laughed. He tried his best not to bring the issue up so he kept it simple "how are you feeling" he asked concerned

"I'm fine pa, trust me" she replied. He nodded letting her to socialize. Everyone was here except for two empty seats, hers and one she didn't know whose. Ella and her family, Rosa, Gerald and wife, Mathew and one of his many girlfriends were present as usual. They were all casually dressed not tux of office suit.

Not forgetting Donaldson and his sugar baby Aiyana. Isabelle felt everyone happy like they deserve to be. You did not want to ruin in the moments since everyone was careful not to say anything offensive.

The kids play among themselves, the teenagers busied themselves on their smartphones gaming or texting whoever. Bella distanced herself ignoring the chatter. Rosa not liking the new her shook her head.

Making her way to her she handed her a bottle of water.

Isabelle
"Girl, I don't like the new you" Rosa said to me drinking her juice which she don't do, she was always drinking anything that had alcohol in it. I ignored what she said and asked "funny how you are on juice today"
She jokingly mugged me "I don't want no trouble with the oldies here" she stated.
True, the moment they smell alcohol they didn't give you permission to drink on you, you get scolded. For ladies in our twenties we were still monitored.

"I miss my friend" she said. I miss myself too but okay. "I miss you too, I heard you was on a case" I said

"you're diverting the convo but okay.. I did handled the one of Daniel Lays" she shrug. I felt uncomfortable. Not wanting to go deeper I cleared my throat

"I think I heard my mom call me, excuse me girl" I said finally joining the others. We were still expecting someone no one cared much but I was curious to know who. The bell rang getting our attention.

"I will get it" I announced. Opening it, stood there a beautiful gentleman. I might have stare in shock because he cleared his throat.

"Hey" he smiled

"Hey" I said back. He looked familiar, a younger version of someone I knew. She should be twenty five or six year old.

"My boy" someone said from behind. I finally open the door widely to welcome him in.

"Farouk, baby" Aunt Genevieve squeal in excitement.

Farouk? My Farouk? We didn't exchange pictures, just like me he wasn't the social media person. No wonder I didn't recognize him. He looked just like Gerald. He gave me a nervous smile as he was pulled away by his mother.

"He fine right?" Rosa asked. I don't know when she came up beside me.

I hummed in response, not wanting entertain her fantasy. I felt a set of eyes on me, following the direction I seen my dad looking at me. "Are you okay?" He mouthed. I smiled and he winked looking towards Farouk.

I rolled my eyes in agitation. The last thing I wanted now is physical acquaintance. "Hey" Farouk said handing me a glass of wine. I look at him weird

"Your ma said one glass is allowed ha" He laughed which was kinda weird. I nodded finally taking the wine from him.

"You want to get out of here?" He asked

"No stay away from me please" I shot back. I feel agitated and I have no idea why. Everyone looked our way, now I felt bad I didn't know I had shouted.

"Son lemme holla at you" dad pulled Farouk.
I shivered at the thought of people thinking I was bipolar sake of my new mood swings. Looking down I made my way to my room.

First thing I did was crash the jar on my nightstand. Picking up a piece I slide it down my thigh which had similar marks already.

I laid in bed and let sleep consume my weak body.

This is short but okay lol. Leave a comment, what are you thinkinggggg?. don't forget to read author_willisws story, its a good one❤