You Are Mine

We were silent on our way back to my house. I was a bit surprised how he knew where I live but I guess my father gave it to him. It was already dark when we got home.

Joseph opened the door for me and extended his hand. I took his hand which was warm and soothing.

I hurriedly went inside with joseph following behind. I lead him to our small living room.

I can feel his eyes fixed on my back and its making me nervous. My heart is beating faster; my hands are trembling slightly. I thought I had moved on and forgot him but I was mistaken. Now that he is here, I cant seem to compose myself. But I hid my feelings too well.

"Please sit down", my voice trembling slightly and I hope he did not notice.

He sat on the couch opposite mine. I tried so hard to avoid his eyes, afraid that he will be able to see through me. His intense stare is giving me goose bumps.

To distract myself, I stood up and took out a pack of cigarette and a lighter from one of drawers in the living room. It was left by one of the visitors last night. I don't really smoke but to keep myself busy and to show that I was not affected by his presence, I lit the cigarette and started smoking while leaning on the wall opposite him.

He looked annoyed looking at me smoking. I ignored him and continued to puff the cigarette even if my lung is about to explode. As a model, I was so careful with I put into my body and smoking is not one of them.

Joseph stood up and took the cigarette from my hand and threw it out the window.

"Old habit die hard, eh", he said looking intently at me. I am sure I saw concern in his eyes but just a second and it was replaced with contempt. I must be dreaming; he would be the last person to show concern toward me.

"What brought you here, Jo?", I stammered a little. His friends and family call him Joseph but I used to call him Jo, it was kind of an endearment for me.

"I am here to take you home", he said as he sat down again on the couch.

"I am home", I cant help but roll eyes at him. He must be joking.

"Mom and Jackson had an accident", he explained but did not answer my question. He looked intently at me, waiting for my reaction.

I opened my mouth but nothing comes out of it. "Dad had an accident", it resonated in my head but I cant seem to understand it.

"What?", was all I can say.

"Mom made it but Jackson did not"

"What do you mean he did not make it?", I asked with a trembling voice.

"They were on their way to go to a friend's farm but they encountered burglars along the way. They shot Jackson and raped mom". He said clenching his fist.

"He was dead on the spot and they left mom half dead. Bikers found them and sent them to the hospital", he continued to explain after not getting any response from me.

It was the shock of my life. I have not seen my father for 5 years and this is what I hear from him. I buried my face in my hands and started to cry. Although Dad chose Celine over me, I know he loved me and I love him. Celine gave him a new life and happiness that no one will be able to give. I wanted him to be happy so I agreed to leave and go back to grandpa.

I stopped crying after a while, wiped my tears and looked at him. It started to sink in that I am now officially alone. I have no more family left with me.

"We had the funeral last week. I sent someone to inform you unfortunately you were so busy", he said defensively when he saw me glaring at him. It was that time when grandpa was not doing well and I had to take care of him.

"I had so much to do with the funeral and taking care of mom. She was devastated and have been not herself after the accident. She is physically and mentally unstable right now", he said in a hoarse voice. He seems to be controlling his emotions.

"I guess there's nothing I can do now", and I stood trying to catch some fresh air. The room feels suffocating. I leaned at the door jamb trying to swallow everything.

"Thank you for giving dad a decent funeral", I turned around to look at him. His face is void of any emotion.

"I am taking you back to D City", he declared and stood up, walking toward me.

"What for?", I asked impatiently.

"I need help in taking care of Claire. As I've said, mom is not herself right now and she needs more attention but I don't want Claire to be left to the nanny especially at this stage", he explained.

"Who is Claire?", I asked and imagined, it must be his daughter. He might have married already. And the thought of it makes me sick.

"She is our sister. She is just 4 years old and she needs attention now that she lost her father and technically her mother", he casually explained with his hands inside his pocket.

'So I have a sister and this is the reason why he wanted to take me back to D City. But what else could it be? Am I hoping for something else?Part of me wanted to decline, I cannot be with him again. But part of me also wanted to go. Not because of him but because of the innocent soul that needs care and attention".

It must be hard for him to take care of all of what is happening. He has a company to take care of, his mother is ill and he has his sister to look after to. I just sit there contemplating on what to do.

"I have already arranged a chartered plane for us, you just need to pack up.", he said his eyes not leaving me.