Chapter 58 – UNAPOLOGETIC (Fatima Ashlynn POV) PT.3
"Why don't they wike me?"
That was something I asked Wyatt more than once while in Zedwood, their hateful stares or the ones where it made my stomach turn and felt like I would be sick. The question was answered each time but that did not stop me from asking Wyatt again when my heart ached.
Now, leaving behind the hate I was directly in front of the concerned gaze of Samson, his hand coming up to cup my left cheek, warm.
We shouldn't be here! A small voice inside me yells; fear building.
Closing my eyes, I start – faking – a giggle, putting up a front ignoring all around us – mostly the evil glares.
Glares and the golden crest go together.
"Ignore them Fatima, just pretend they aren't here," Wyatt would say throwing a grand smile and goofy eyes my way. That's how Wyatt would distract me I think remembering a piece of information I did not realize I could recall, to begin with.
All eyes slide over to me in confusion, concern and uncertainty.
I note that on the bridge even leading up to it has tire track marks not from our car in the snow. The property was not vacant.
Quickly I try my best to avert my gaze, not looking at the bridge or the gate with the golden crest, but my laugh only causes those around me to be concerned.
"Is she okay?" Rafael tries to whisper but fails.
The glares and image in the conference room, I think as I try not to move robotically.
"Go to the coordinates!" memories hit me. I owned the property according to Dmitri but Wyatt wanted me to go to the coordinates, I could remember the image on the gates but that memory came with adults that sneered and detested me and were very clear about that. Luca, Imogen and I could see the bridge and gate but what if the people behind the gate
Nodding, I gasp out, "Get the camera Imogen," I smile again turning my back towards the gate and bridge. "Stop looking behind us, watch the front," I whisper knowing Samson and Luca would hear me.
My heart races and I know they can probably hear that too.
Imogen frowns but turns to the car and grabs the camera Samson purchased for me. When she returns, and tries to hand it to me I shake m my head. Cuddling up to Samson I pose, "Come on, take our pictures like we wanted," I say softly, but still it's an order that Imogen follows even though she looks confused.
"Luca?" I demand, opening my arm for him to come closer. Eyeing Samson, he too frowns before walking over, pulling Rafael with him. A few snaps and I bounce over to Imogen, telling her to switch places with me.
What the hell is going on?
Tell me what's wrong?
What the heck is she thinking?
Has she cracked?
This is the girl Luca is following?
Their thoughts were clearly written on their faces.
"Smile," I call, the wind blowing. Grimaces, lifted brows, squinted and narrowed gazes, all expressions flitting over their faces still. With a flick of the wrist I tell them to change positions as though we were using the area like any other tourist. When Samson finally drops the concerned look, I hand him the camera, taking a few shots with Imogen alone.
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