Calling Secrets

Chapter 35 -Waves

Theodora's POV

"What are you doing with my phone?"
I ask suspiciously as I eye him.

"Oh? I was just getting the drycleaning agency's number. Remember I told you I formatted my phone" he says casually.

I want to suspect him, but the way he says it, it makes me want to believe him, like he's telling the truth.

I nod my head, not totally convinced.

I'm probably overreacting.
Maybe, when one is keeping a secret, everything seems suspicious to him/her.

I quietly sit on the bed, while pat-drying my hair.

I hope you can forgive me, my husband.

I say to myself as I stare at his retreating figure.

Juanita's POV

"Hello? Nanny?" I smile immediately she picks up.

"Juanita! My dear, how are you doing?" He motherly voice is enough to calm my nerves.

"I'm fine. How're you?"

"I'm okay, my dear" she replies.

"How are things in the house? How's my mom? I've been trying to reach her for quite sometime now, but her line's switched off, what is going on?"

She stays silent for some minutes.
After releasing a heavy sigh, she replies.

"I would say everything is fine over here....." my shoulders slumps.
She's keeping it a secret too?
It's obvious that something is off in that house. "...but I don't want to lie to you. You are old enough to know the truth."

I quickly pull the phone from my ear, click on record, before pressing it back to my ear. "Everything is not fine in this house. Your parents have been fighting constantly. From what I have observed, it looks like your dad is preventing your mother from leaving the house. Juanita, your mother cries everyday. She comes out of her room with new bruises every day, sometimes she doesn't leave the room at all. Where are you my dear? Your mother needs you."

"I would not advice you to come here alone, but you really need to get her out of here—"
All of a sudden, her voice stops.

"Hello? Nanny?"

"O–okay my child. Say hi to my grandkids. I love you" she says before hanging up

My brows furrow in confusion, before realization hits me. Someone just entered wherever she was, making the call.

Sighing, I slowly sit on my bed, before falling on my back with my legs dangling down.

What a day!

Few minutes later, a knock on my door wakes me up from my unplanned nap.

"Come in" I yell.
The door opens, revealing my dad's figure.

"Dad" I give a small smile, as I slowly sit up.

"Juanita" he smiles as he sits down beside me.

"I just talked to my nanny" I disclose.

"What did she say?" He asks.
I retrieve my phone before playing the recorded audio for him.

Few minutes later, after the audio, his hands clench into a fist.

"That moron!" He seethes.

"He's hurting a woman? He's hurting Brenda?! Damn!" He angrily stands to his feet.
He only ever swears when his mad.
And if I'm being honest, I hardly even get him when he's talking with so much anger.