Fate Chose Me (Complete)

Chapter 9

I woke up sweating and with tears rolling down my cheeks, I had a dream about what had happened. I touched my wrist where I was cut and I had a plaster on it.

 

So last night was not a dream, everything that happened had actually happened.

 

I looked around and I was in bed alone and Monalisa was sitting by the window, I heard her sniffing. I guess she herself couldn’t quite sleep with what had happened to us.

“morning” I said rising from the bed

She turned to me “hi” she said coldly.

 

Who could blame her? her mother was ready to sacrifice her

 

She seemed really shaken and so was I

“how are you holding up?” I asked walking towards her

“I don’t know, still shaken that’s all.” She sighed “I just wish I knew how Click was doing” she said running her hands in her hair

“isn’t it weird that we look exactly alike?” I broke the ice and we both chuckled

“yeah it’s like looking in a mirror” she said still lauging

“I never knew I was this pretty” I said sarcastically and she chuckled.

I got to see myself the way Ahlume did when my hair was untied because unlike me her hair was hanging loosely on her shoulders and untied while mine was still tied but loosely. Hers was a little shorter than mine and her hair colour was slightly brown while mine was dark brown.

“don’t get corky.” She said laughing “Where are you from?”  she said patting near her

“South Africa Durban with my grandmother” I sighed heavily “and I recently connected with my mom and dad and what about yourself” I asked sitting on the cushion

“I currently live in California with my father and aunt, well lived with her until she tried to kill me.” she said with hurt written in her eyes. I brushed her knee “I’m ok. Your mom cares about you so much”

I nodded with a smile touching my amulet “yeah, I guess she does”

“you heard my story. what’s yours?” she asked wiping her teary eyes

“she tried to abort me twice and failed both times” I said shrugging my shoulders

Her mouth hung open “damn!”

“yeah” I said with a nod “Do you know Ahlume Adams?” I asked seeing that Ahlume had me mistaken with her when he first met me. she looked at me confused “grey brush cut, small eyes, corky smile, pink lips, tattoes all over his body.. well not all over as per say but he has that bad boy attitude, he’s coloured, mixture of a Xhosa and Coloured, caramel ski, piercing on his right eyebrow” I said describing him, the thought of how worried he must have been was enough to make me sad