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? Episode 97?
Patrick’s Pov:
I arched my eyebrows in confusion.
“What do you mean by Aliyah mom? Who is Aliyah?” I asked in confusion.
“I thought you said your friend’s name is Aliyah?” Mom gulped ha-rd as I shook my head in disagreement.
“Of course not! I don’t know who owns that name” I scoffed as mom nodded her head.
“As I was saying! That friend of yours is doing a very great job cos you have been smiling ever since I got into this room” Mom replied as I smiled at her.
“She’s a dear friend that’s all and I just remembered her that was why you saw me smiling” I gulped hard.
“Am just saying that she is doing a nice job” Mom nudged me as I shook my head.
“Mom can you please let me be for now? Am trying to do something really important here” I said trying so ha-rd to dismiss her as she nodded her head.
“It’s alright son! I will let you continue with what you are doing..” She said as she walked out of my room.
She is not as bad as I thought her to be but I wonder why that witch that calls herself Kimberly won’t let her be.
I won’t let Kimberly go anywhere close to her talk more of hurting her.
If Kimberly tries anything of such then I will have no option than to get back at that Kimberly and this time she might not be able to escape my wrath.
I was still lost in thought when I heard my mean Dad’s voice downstairs.
My mind drifted to my Dad who just got into the house.
“When did he come home” I mumbled as I lay on the bed muttering some inaudible words.
Why did he even come home in the first place?
Sometimes I just wish he could disappear into the thin air and never come home.
He is bar-ely at home and am sure I can beat my ch-est and say that he doesn’t love my mom.
He doesn’t have any atom of love for my mom.
Like other families I have never even seen him peck my Mom except in public whenever we attended occasions together.
And that is really very rare.
I don’t think we have done the occasion going up to two times anyways.
I was still contemplating within myself when I heard him call me from downstairs.
My heart skipped a beat immediately I heard him call my name.
Cold shivers ran down my spine and beads of sweats ran down my face.
“Patrick!” His voice came again as I sluggishly got up from the bed and headed out of the room.
What did I do this time that he is going to scold me about?
With my mind I started going throu-ghall my day activities to make sure I didn’t do anything wrong.
The last time he called me this very way I got spa-nked real ha-rd with his belt because I fought in school.
And this time he just came home and he suddenly wants to see me.
I was half way on the stairs when I saw my Mom running to meet me at the stairs.
I could see tears circulated in her eyes as she spoke to me.
“Patrick! What did you do this time son? Why is your father calling you?” She asked crying and sniffing hard.
“I can’t remember doing anything Mom and please stop crying already that isn’t nice” I said as she broke down again.
“Oh no son! I hope you didn’t do anything wrong so that he won’t have any reason to spa-nk you with his belt again” Mom continued crying.
“Patrick! Where are you?” Dad’s voice came again from the sitting room as I disengaged the hug with my mom.
“You don’t have to worry Mom! I don’t think I can remember what I did wrong so no need to get worried” I said as I walked downstairs.
Even if I was trying so much to get a hold of myself I still was scared.
“Am here” I said standing right in front of him with my limbs shaking in fear but it wasn’t really that obvious.
“Can’t you greet or have you seen me for the past two weeks” He smirked as I gulped nervously.
“Good evening” I mumbled as he nodded his head.
I held my breath waiting for him to spill what it is he has to say.
But then he handed a bag to me as I arched my eyebrows.
“Take this” He said as I gulped making calculable steps towards him as I sluggishly took the bag from him.
“What is this?” I asked coldly.
“It’s in your hand Patrick and you can open it” He said as I exhaled de-eply.
I quickly opened the bag and to my greatest surprise I saw clothes in it.
Designer clothes!
“Clothes?” I asked him with wrinkled eyebrows.
“Yeah.. clothes” he replied as he picked up a newspaper in front of him and started reading with his gla-sses.
“What.. what.. what are they for?” I asked.
“Are you dumb Patrick? Why would you ask me what clothes are for Patrick? I bought them for you” He said as I choked immediately.
“You bought clothes for me?” I wide-ned my eyes in shock.
“I pa-ssed by the mall today and I saw the clothes so I bought it for you” Dad said as I coughed slightly.
“Dad are you sure.. are you sure this is for me?” I asked to make sure.
“Yes.. do you like them?” He asked as I nodded my head in agreement.
“So much” I said with a faint smile.
Aliyah’s Pov:
“Why did you want to see me Leo? Why did you sound like you were going to die if I don’t show up?” I asked sitting opposite Leo.
“I have something to tell you Aliyah and trust me this is damn serious” He said with so much seriousness.
“Tell me what it is! What happened? Did anything happen to you?” I asked.
“It would have been better if something had happened to me” He sniffed.
“You are scaring me Leo.. please tell me what the problem is?” I gulped nervously.
“I love you Aliyah” He said as I choked….
TBC…