Bisola
I stare out the window, the calm breeze whipping the fallen strands of my hair in different directions.
For now, the drive was eerily silent, which—of course, bothered me, but I didn't know what to say either so I just kept my mouth shut. John's attention was faced squarely on the road, but something told me he was quite nervous, perplexed even as his hand tightened on the steering wheel.
Issac had told us to see him at a park.
The reason for this was unknown. Only God knew what was running through that boys mind. Before we left John had filled me up on what was happening currently. The news had spread like wildfire, of course, and the members of the press have been swarming their house nonstop. He also told me his dad was holding a press conference tomorrow and he had to be there to clear all the allegations about the situation. He told me all this, with a grim look on his face.
I felt sorry for him, and it pained me that he was going through all this on his own.
Amanda's death wasn't in fault. He shouldn't be suffering for something he didn't do.
The car skidded to an abrupt halt.
I turned my head to look at John, who stared back at me, giving me a grim nod and dropping down from the car. I followed after him.
The park was empty, which wasn't weird since it was still quite early. Sprawled with nothing but rolling green fields and an amazing scenery. I admired it for a bit, but now was not the time for that.
I looked ahead, and there stood Issac, his hands in his pockets.
My blood boiled just by seeing him.
I noticed John tense as he noticed him too, but he shook it off and walked closer.
Isaac head was crouched down as he was stomping on dried leaves on the grass. Hearing our footsteps, he rose his head up to acknowledge our presence and then gave a toothed smile.
"Hello!" He greeted, his voice rather cheerful. I wanted nothing but to spit at his face. "Glad you could make it,"
"What do you want?" John replied, his tone hard.
Issac gives a guttural laugh. "Did you like my gift?"
Bastard.
John says nothing, only giving him a blank stare.
I part my lips to speak. "How could you, Isaac, how?"
His gaze snaps to my direction and never leaves. "What was that?"
"John and I did absolutely nothing to deserve this?" I say, my voice mixed with anger and grief and so many different things, "what did we ever do to you?"
"Nothing," Issac's says, then let's out a breath, "apart from the fact that he killed my sister."
"He did not—"
"That enough, Bisola," John cuts me off, his voice oddly calm and calculated. I give him a knowing, questionable stare but he just nods his head at me. I knew his message, even though he didn't say it.
I'll be fine.
I honestly hope he would.
John tuned to meet Issac, putting his hand into his pockets. "Look, Issac, I'm sorry for whatever has happened and all that I've done to you. You lost your sister, I understand that," Issac was about to say something but John held up his finger, silencing him, "but, I beg of you, do not get my family or Bisola into this, they did nothing wrong. Chanel all your hate at me, but don't get my friends or my family involved."
Issac snapped.
"Don't give me that bull-shit!" He half's screams, his eyes suddenly glistening with tears. "I lost my sister, you bastard. You're the reason she isn't here today,"
"I know that." John said, his jaw tensing.
"You know that and you seriously expect me to forgive you? Amanda was everything to me! And you took her away."
My stomach sinked and twisted into a so many different knots. This isn't going to end very well.
"So because of that," Issac breathed, calming down a bit. "I'm going to take everything from you, and I'm going to make you suffer."
I took my gaze low and watched John squeeze his palms to form a fist, I couldn't even imagine how he felt right now. Still trying to deal with the guilt of what he's done to Amanda, and Isaac getting his family into it, he would certainly feel that all this was his fault.
But it wasn't.
So, abiding to my promise to John, I walked up to Issac's front and slapped him hard.
The sound tore through the air.
My palms stung, and I heard John let out a quickened breath of surprise behind me, but I did not regret it. Issac rose up his head, looking at me in utter bewilderment and he caressed his slapped cheek with his hands, his skin red.
I inhaled. "You have no right to blame John for something that wasn't clearly his fault."
When I got nothing but utter silence as my response, I continued. "We both know—we all know that your sisters death was just an accident, nobody caused it. So, you don't have to be subjecting John to so much guilt and pain that he doesn't even deserve."
"But he—"
"Let me finish," I cut him short before he would say anything totally and utterly stupid.
"Don't you think he has had enough," I went on, "do you know how much he beats himself up thinking Amada death was his fault? Do you know how he has deal with the guilt? And then you come here to rub salt on his wounds by getting my family and his family involved. Have you no shame at all? Don't you gave respect for yourself? Why are you such a—such a—" I looked for the perfect word.
"A woman?" John added for me, a chuckle in his voice.
"A woman!" I completed. "Get a hold of yourself Issac. And if Amanda is some where in heaven looking down upon us do you think that he would he happy with what you're doing?" I held John's arm, and tired to control my heart which was beating uncontrollably in my chest. "Get your shit together. Let's go John."
We turned and left, my feet stumping on the ground. I wanted to get away from Issac as fast as possible. I couldn't believe I just said that. But I knew it was the best thing to do. Isaac had to hear the truth and nothing butyr truth.
Few minutes away from the car, John tugged me backwards. I turner around."What?"
John's smile was brighter than the sun. "You were super cool back there,"
I tried to ignore the warmth that engulfed my entire body. "Thanks, I was just keeping my promise,"
John caressed his thumb only the skin of my palm. "I-I mean seriously, you were amazing." He inched closer and reached out to kiss my forehead, his lips soft and warm. "I should be the one thanking you."
Oh God. I was hopelessly and inevitably in love with this guy. But this feelings tucked in my chest weren't the same with James. It was—even though not as much—different. I yearned for John, and it was crazy the way such a single movement from him would make my heart skip, and my insides tingle.
John drew his head back, and smiled at me once more, studying my face. "What have I done to deserve this? To deserve you?"
I didn't say nothing as I just smiled back at him, ignoring the dying feeling to just crash his lips on mine, and kiss him till I couldn't even breathe.
But we still had a lot of things to do. Kissing him and even maybe expressing my feelings to him would come later. Now is not the time.
He drew back and we walked to the car, entering into it and continuing our slow drive back home.
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The events of yesterday keeps on playing in my mind over and over and over again, making me feel like a teenager drunk in love.
What was wrong with me?
I was aware of why I was feeling this way, but I didn't expect it to be this much. I was even making it obvious that my mom would give me side glanced and my sisters would look at me questionably but I couldn't help it.
I was in love.
Clutching my pillow to my chest, I began to think about his face. Even doing that made my stomach dip. I had already told myself that when all this was over I was going to confess. How stupid as it sounds I was because if not, this feelings would keep on eating me and I wouldn't be able to take it.
I was the only one at home now. Today was the press conference and every hand had to be on deck. My father had told me yesterday that an someone had bribed the chief editor who published the article online. Aware of who that someone was, it was still unbelievable that Issac would go that far just to see John crushed.
After the press conference and if things–hopefully—went well, John had invited me to lunch. I couldn't wait. Now on business leave I had nothing to do but to louge around, and check up on different houses up for sale so I could rent which I had done in the morning that left me tired.
There was a ring at the door.
Who could that be?
I wasn't really expecting someone and it wasn't the time for my sisters or my mom to be back. I stood, drifting down the staircase to the front door and peaked at the hole.
James stood there with a wary expression on his face.
What was he doing here?
I hesitated before I opened the front door, and he seemed to look relived when I did. I stared at him, my eyebrows raised and he noticed my unspoken question.
"Hey, Bisola."
"What do you want?" I asked.
"Can we talk? He said, "there is something I want to say to you."
I contemplated before opening the door wide for him to enter. "Come in,"
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Sorry, hehe.