A Dream

-My Father-

After the discussion with my father, one of the servants came to me to say that dinner was ready. I was so relieved when I heard that. On my way to the living room, I heard Jamie's friend ask about her childhood. Of what she had to go through all those years when her mother never let me saw her clicked like a puzzle in my mind.

"Jamie," I said when she was on her way out of the living room, tears in my eyes. She looked at me with pain and sadness all over her face. She was at the bridge of breaking down in tears and there was no way of stopping it. "Dad not now please" she begged me when I reached for her. Her hands shooting up, backing up slightly to state no one should touch her.

"I'm so sorry," I said to her. "If I've to know your mother treated you like this all these years..." he paused for a moment. "You would've come back for me?" She asked as if she didn't believe the thought herself. "I don't think so. If you truly wanted me or to see me, you would've taken me with you that night you left me ten years ago. So don't try to be my superhero now, when I don't need one anymore" her voice breaking as tears rolled down her beautiful face. The sight of her crying made guilt fill my whole body and I knew she was right. I could've taken her with me that night instead of saying goodbye to her.

"So please dad, stop trying and just be there without trying" she stated. Without a word to say I looked away from her. "Jamie? What're the tears for pumpkin?" My father's voice came from behind me. Jamie looked up at the old man who held his arms open to her. She didn't think twice before running to him and hug him tightly. "Pappi" she cried as he embraced her. "It's okay my girl, you have nothing to fear," he said to her. That hit me hard. My father who saw her even less than I did have more of a hold on her than I did.

Never once did I hated my father for having that hold on her, but I wanted it to. I wanted my little girl to run to me when something is wrong. I wanted her to run to me when her world has fallen apart. I wanted her to run to me with joy and happiness, knowing I'll always be there for her. But I wasn't and I have lost that privilege a long time ago when I left her that night.

My father spoke to her and she listened like always. When he was done talking to her, he pulled back from her and cupped her cheek. "Now be a good girl, go wash your face and put on a smile for me. I've longed so much to see you smile again", he said to her. She listened to him and left to go up to her room. Her friends all looked sad. "Dinner is ready," I said to them before looking at Lorenzo. "Lorenzo, a quick word if you please?" I said. My father made his way to the dining room and so did the rest of the people. Lorenzo came to me after giving Maximus to his sisters.

"Is there anything wrong?" He asked as I looked a little pissed. "Your mother is not returning my calls, and the twins aren't with their grandparents," I told him, then his face hardens and he knew the same as I something was wrong.

-

After the chat with Lorenzo we joined the others in the dining room, Jamie was still not there. Then the door opened softly and closed. She sat down on her usual spot, a small smile on her lips. "I'm sorry for just leaving you girls and guys" she looked a little guilty at them but they understood. "It's okay Jamie, we understand," Belinda told her. Their sad smiles for each other was sweet. My father started to talk about several things that came to mind about Jamie. He also asked her a question I never thought of asking.ts and even she found it off in front of all of her friends. "Why do you ask Pappi?" She was so careful with asking that she slightly jumped when something happened under the table.

-Jamie-

After I had washed my face with water and talking to myself in the mirror I went down to the dining room. Everyone looked at me as I entered and sit down on my usual spot. "I'm sorry for just leaving you girls and guys" I stated softly and felt bad for just leaving them. "It's okay Jamie, we understand," Belinda said with a sweet half-sad smile. For a moment smiles were shared before my grandfather started to talk about a random thing I would do when I visited him

He also started to ask questions I found suspicious and off in front of my friends. "Pumpkin, tell me. Do you like any type of weapon?" His question was above the charts. "Why do you ask Pappi?" I asked carefully, feeling the hand on my lap was a surprise to me. He gave a light shrug, cutting a piece of his meat. "Just curious, I do always find weapons intriguing and people's personal taste of what they would choose as a weapon to defend themselves," he said calmly a thin lip smile pasted onto his lips. This was fishy. "Ninja stars. Quick to pull out, accurate when being thrown and no matter which end gets used, it makes damage to what it hits" I answered calmly look at Maximus.

He made Ninja turtles moves and throw me something invisible. I caught it and smile at him. "Turning into a Ninja Turtle, my Prince?" I asked narrowing my eyes at him. "You mentioned Ninjas" his cocky smile playing on his lips once again. "I see," I said dropping my hand from the air and shook my head. "Sarai la mia morte, mio ​​principe" I stated and sigh.
[Translate: You're going to be the death of me, my Prince]

"Any specific handgun you would prefer, pumpkin?" My grandpa asked further. Then my brow lifts in question at him. "No hablemos de armas frente a Pappi, de ocho años" my face getting real serious. "Sí, por supuesto. Lo siento" he said. Dinner went by without anyone else asking weird questions, but the hand on my lap only got closer to where I needed it the most.
[Translate: let's not talk about weapons in front of the eight-year-old, Pappi.
Yes, of course. I'm sorry]

Lorenzo glanced at me as I bit my lower lip, his hand massaging me once again and he had no shame about what he was doing to me under the table. It took me all my strength not to moan right there. Clearing my throat and take hold of his hand, stopping his actions. "So, Pappi. Why haven't I seen you this week, or even know you were here?" I asked, looking into my grandfather's green eyes. "I've been really busy, pumpkin. I tried to catch you since day one, but the late nights of returning home for your old man tires me a lot" he said with a small smile.

"Okay... ¿El tercer piso es tuyo?" I asked, needing answers. "Sí, pero yo ..." I caught him off. "So I can visit you then". It was like falling into a trap "No!" My father and Lorenzo stated loud. "Why am I not allowed to visit my own Grandfather?" I ask, suspicion really getting the best of me this moment. They just stared at each other for a long moment, the wheel in their head-turning as they think of an answer.
[Translate: Is the third floor yours?
Yes, but I'm-]

For me, they took too long. "Well, when you two have an answer for me, let me know. I'm sure after today everyone can do with a good nights sleep" I said and rise from my chair. My grandpa had this smug look on his face towards my father and Lorenzo. I signalled the girls and they also got up, Maximus came running to me and I picked him up. "Dinner was lovely, as always. Goodnight" leaving the dining room with the four men inside it.

The girls went to their given room and I had Max with me. He was already falling asleep on my shoulder as I walked up the stairs. Pushing the door open and close it behind me, walking towards the bed and lay him down under the sheets. I got it behind him and cuddled him with a loving embrace.

The events of today playing through my mind as I close my eyes. It felt like hours before I fell asleep, but when I did, it was like sleeping in heaven.