Rewind

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

         Three weeks have passed ever since I've started staying here at Adam's. At first, I wasn't used to this peace, to this silence and most importantly, I wasn't used to this kind of loneliness. Having two floors all to myself surprisingly felt overwhelming- like two floors shouldn't be meant for one person to live in- that I suddenly got the reason why Adam decided to rent a part of his house. No wonder he felt lifeless with all three floors all to himself. Back at my parent's two-story house, we'd spend most of the day together- all of us. We had our meals together, we used to watch movies at night together, and we even played cards sometimes when we got bored, but here it was just Adam and I.

Don't get me wrong; we spend time together, but all the time we'd spend was at the dining table with nothing to talk about. Even though Lexi would swing by every two days or so for a couple of hours, and Adam would knock on my bedroom door once a day to make sure there's nothing I needed, I still felt empty- isolated. I've been reading the diary Lexi bought me, for it's the only thing that keeps me company at this time. It's the only thing that I can use to get my mind off the feeling of missing my parents that was starting to slowly sneak into my heart.

Speaking of my parents, they called me- a lot. I have one hundred missed calls, forty voice notes, and two hundred text messages. I haven't bothered listening to any of them until I know why they did it- until I discover the answers to all of my questions. Although I wasn't completely sure whether or not I'll find the truth in Evelyn's diary, I had an intuition that it'll be there. I haven't skipped through the pages, though, because I decided that other than finding out what my parents are hiding, I even have a stronger urge to learn who I was before the accident.

"Is it okay that I ordered pizza for dinner? I'm sorry I forgot to ask what you would've wanted to have for dinner." Adam cuts me out of my trance.

"No, it's okay; pizza's good with me," I reply as we both sit next to each other in front of the television in the living room which was featuring my favourite movie 'Miracle in Cell no.7', as we wait for delivery man to arrive.

At the scene were the little girl's father appears with a swollen eye from the merciless torture he endured, Adam glances at mine. "How's your eye?"

"It's pretty much healed now thanks to your help." I tilt my head to face him and offer him a simple smile because it's true: I've been applying the ointment he gave me every single day, and my eye feels and looks all good now.

"So," I say, trying to keep the conversation going. "What'd you order?"

"I ordered the usual: chicken ranch and pepperoni." He eyes me weirdly as if not getting why I'm even asking when suddenly his eyes widen apologetically, and he starts rambling, "Oh God, what the hell is wrong with me? Evangeline, I'm so sorry. It's just that when Evelyn was around, we usually ordered both of these pizzas from Papa John's because they were her favourites, and it didn't even occur to me that I sho—"

"Adam, stop." A laugh erupts from me as I assure him. "It's no big deal. Besides, they're my favourite too."

Silence rushes rapidly back into the room, and we're no longer talking. Our eyes are fixed solely on the movie. Our eyes- not our minds. I don't know about Adam, but watching this emotional bomb where this mentally-challenged father is wrongly accused of murder, where he is sentenced with a death penalty, and where his daughter- the only light in his life- isn't allowed to visit him in jail, caused my mind to think of Adam and his parents.

Did they have a good relationship? Was he visiting them from afar? Where were they? I don't know Adam this well, but what I can tell is that there's no way he wasn't a good son. He seems like the kind of man any mother or father would be proud to call 'son', so where were they really?