The Last Photograph [ON HOLD]

Chapter 4-Memories Part II

Chapter 4-Memories Part II

 "Yes, Grandma, I love it here, there are so many colors and people and really tall buildings," Onyx unlocked the front door of her home, maneuvering Ella on her left hip, some paper bags on her right arm and the keys twisting between her fingers. "Yes, Grandma, I'm being a nice girl with mummy," she rolled her silver orbs as Onyx placed her on the counter with the bags, "Oh, mummy got me a castle bed. It's all pink and fluffy. Mr. Costa loves it, too!" She squealed as Onyx smiled closing the front door. It's been a week since Eve, Ella's nanny, leaved and Ella had taken it pretty well. They talked almost every day and she told her all about the pictures from her mummy and all about her new place; it wasn't as big as her grandma's white house in the suburbs in London, but this one had a big inside balcony with a rope-pull-up wood-box elevator for Ella where she drawn and hang around.

 It was her personal paradise.

 Onyx hadn't had the time to think about Jax Kontos; she was more than happy to see the man didn't fill her mind at all. The fact it's been a week since the little accident in the cafeteria and they hadn't seen each other ever since was wonderful. "Yes, Grandma, I've got a few friends; Mr. Mitchel is one of them," Ella continued as she swayed her legs on the counter and her white bear was hanging on her hand.

 Onyx was having the time of her life; a week before bringing Ella, she'd had come to New York to find a place for her and her angelo. She was lucky enough to find a big and economic condo in downtown; it wasn't so fancy but had a sense of home Onyx felt the moment she'd walked in. It had an open kitchen with a big black granite counter, mahogany booths and she'd buy some good tech for the food. The living room was also big for the inside balcony, two bedrooms, a dark room for her work and a large window.  

 It was perfect for the two of them and it had a big space for her equipment. It was almost like a princess tell-tale but Onyx couldn't help to feel like something was missing. Perhaps the fact she was technically out of job and, although, her mother had offered to pay for her and Ella's needs, Onyx refused it immediately. She was 21 and a mother! She had to see for her and her daughter; then again, she felt it was not the jobless situation, yet some silver and intoxicating gaze.

 Nyx, do not go there! She scowled herself for such thoughts. Jax Kontos was a thing of the past and she was well aware past could come bite you in the ass, but only if you let it. And she was not willing to do so. It was a tragedy she had to share the city with him, yet, New York was quiet big.

 "Yes! I have been in the Metro. So fun. Oh! And I talk to a hobo. His name was Stan and had a golden teeth," the fading shouting of her mother and her daughter's innocent confession brought Ella to the room. She ran, almost falling, to the counter, to take the phone away from her daughter to speak to Marla. She knew her mother would go mad at such innocent words.

 "Mom," she calmly said to the phone, "It's not what it looks like," pause, "Yes, I know, I'm getting a car within the week," pause, "No, Mom, I don't want or need your money. We have discussed this, already," pause, "Yes, I know I have a daughter and responsibilities," Onyx took a big breath at this. She knew– more than anyone– she had responsibilities and a daughter whose life depended on her. She didn't need her mom telling her just that.

 Marla was about to tell Onyx something she knew would put her on a very bad mood when the ring of the intercom and the whined of Ella about Mr. Costa lying on the floor made her sigh. "Mom, lovely talking to you but, as the responsible mother that I am, my daughter needs me. Bye." Onyx didn't wait for her replied. She already knew hell would fall on her just because her five-year-old girl has spoken to a man, a hobo, a person, of bone and flesh, none the least.