Character 6

Typing....

{ December 29}

* Knock knock*

My knuckles weakly pat the familiar door before me.

My feets stomping on a spot due to impatient or the strong urge for comfort.

I was allowed to be discharged from the hospital after much examining and tests taking.

The babies and me were declare fine but within...

Am not.

My knuckles patting the door once again, as my other hand gently rubbed my stomach.

I've to tell him, my boyfriend has to know.

* Knock knock*

" Is no one home?"

Asking myself , yet knocking once more to receive no response.

I then peek at the close glass window yet slightly opened curtains.

" Where could he have gone to?"

Grumbling to my self again, ready to go back home due to starting feeling tried and sleepy.

I pat the window, ready to take my leave but stop at my track.

Using my hands to cover my eyes and opened them again....

" Mark?!"

I exclaimed loud.

He was in the mist of other plain men, low shave hair, decent plain clothing and a familiar book in all their hands.

" Mark, what the fuck!"

I screamed, charging towards the surprise son of a bitch..! Who had a ' Oh No, Am Caught!' look on his face.

" What're you doing here, babe?!"

He asked ruffing his almost bald head, that's I dislikes already.

" Oh! Dear ! Is that indecent woman, your girlfriend, son?"

One of the men commented making me grind my teeth.

Who was this pig calling indecent?! Looks like someone lack a mirror, cause he didn't take a good look at himself before commenting on others.

Mark quickly held my hand, dragging me into the house before I make a huge fuss already.

" Damn you Mark! Let go of my wrist, you hurting me...!"

" Sorry, for pulling hard. Babe."

He quickly apologize rubbing the red mark on my wrist and blow it. But this actions didn't change anything.

" Mark! What the duck are you doing with those people?!"

I asked angryly, pulling my hand harshly from his'.

" Answer me Mark!!! Answer me?!"

" Change...! "

He scream back making take a step backward.

" Am tried of stealing! Killing! And being and evil person! A man who would deprived himself the light! A change man in the Christ...! Free from bondages an pure in his everlasting happiness."

Mark scream back but lower his voice.

Maybe due to my teary eyes or the guilt he felt. I didn't know nor did I care.

I was super angry but only laugh — voicing my anger in my laugher.

" Change?! You? Mark? Change? * Another mocking but angry laughter* Don't let me start, do you think you could be free by holding that big book and serving a creation called 'God'?"

My voice was breaking at this point.

" Did you think, he going to free you...?"

" Yes."

He answered calmly gently rubbed the front page of the book.

" And he can free you too— Shut up! Shut those useless words to yourself....!  Why didn't he help my mother then? She was so faithful to him but he let her died with no effort of helping...! And-and you dare say he could free and save us....?!"

I took another deep breath, before staring at his dark blue eyes.

" We don't need ' Him' Mark; we can free ourself from our own troubles, no one is going to fight for us and not even ' Him'. So you got to choose who you want to be with.... Me or Him? Chosen Mark?

" So who're you going to choose, me or that than creature that filling you with unwanted hopes, Mark."

The room was extremely slient, that's only the pounding beats of hearts could be heard.

I was nervous ,my palms were extremely sweaty hard but Mark didn't move an inch for long time.

Making me let out another laugher.

But, sad and heartbreaking.

"I understand."

" Queen...? I-"

I slowly opened the door and...

I understand,

I really did understand.

It's over....

Between us.

Slam!

.

.

.

Stared at the familiar door knob and gently grab it, and open the door slowly.

My staggering feet walked inside.

The voice's of my mother filled the house, making me almost lose it.

Her scolding, laughter's, jokes and her advice filled the house.

I couldn't take on the pain of losing the Two (2) people in such stort time. I kneeled, and weep.

It was heavy, and am losing and losing it really bad and hard...

My red puffy eyes drift from the bare floor towards a lying book, which I reach out to.

' The Open Heavens '

It's was the same book, I throw away at random direction few days ago.

My fingers turned the first chapter and a piece of note fell out, which I picked up.

" Mother writing?"

The paper was fold neatly.

The truth a tortoise ,slow yet wise.

Would grab on to.

But a human , fast still wise.

Turn blind eye to it.

Reading the words over and over again. My lips crack opened as i started giggling like a mad person.

It's was indeed my mother style of writing.

I missed her, I missed her so much.

I placed my hand on my flat stomach that now having a small bump.

" It's now me and you, only me and you... My babies."

The view moved a little further towards a phone buzzing.