Partial Revelations

The rest of Ava's day went by fine. Due to the obvious turmoil in her, she was having a terrible headache which coffee couldn't help with. She didn't take any medications because she hated swallowing pills. It was kind of a phobia she developed as a child. Each time she got ill, her mother would try making her eat pills which she never could. She would either puke or cry really loud.

So she always had a bad relationship with pills. She used to take drinkable medications instead. And right now, she thought that perhaps only a cup of coffee could do the trick. However, it didn't make a difference.

She had so many tabs open in the back of her mind. Questions and questions with no one to answer them or provide her with any comfort. She didn't know what to do, who to ask. How to even stop thinking anything about her broken family? She didn't understand any of it.

On her desk, she closed everything for two minutes, opened her water bottle chugged down two sips of water and closed her eyes, breathing deeply for a moment or two. There was nice music playing on someone's desk.

"It's a long way home, and this road its full of obstacles.

It's taken me a little while to see

That you've been by my side this whole time

with me"

As the music melted in her ears, she exhaled. Trying to take every shred of worry out of her body for a little while. As she opened her eyes, the melody of the music still enveloping her senses, she saw Noah. He was greeting someone in the office. With a sweet smile on his face. The simple resting just below the starting of a slight stubble he had today.

His features were Greekish. His eyes were dark brown, a sympathizing kind. Bosses weren't supposed to look like that, they were supposed to be cranky old men, eyeing their employees with constant scrutiny. Trying to make them work more and seeing profit before everything.

But he was a different kind. She had met men in high school, and during her university time period, she even dated a guy for a few months. But everyone she knew was a jerk. She didn't know kind men. Even without the 'dating' in the picture, she didn't know anyone who seemed nice. She had a few online friends, but that was it. She never really had a time in her life where she felt like socializing. She was left alone by her own parents, and since then, solitude has become her best friend.

"Oh boy, aren't you checking out our feisty CEO" Reed whispered in her ears, jerking her back to reality.

"What? No! I was just zoned out" She covered herself feeling super embarrassed, Reed was getting the wrong impression.

"Oh love, it's okay! You don't need to explain yourself. Even if you were, it's okay. He is a sight for sore eyes, isn't he?" She replied frankly, also checking him out. He had now moved to his office. Although he was partially visible, due to the glass doors and walls everywhere.

She tried changing the subject and successfully did it. Reed was a chatterbox, and she didn't care what they were talking about, just the fact that she got to ramble.

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She entered home, with her spare key that she usually had in her purse at all times. Fiona was probably not there, and even if she was Ava was sure she would be doing her own stuff and dealing with her mind.

This means she wants to be left unbothered in her room. Her light was always on but the door was shut, on most days. A great part of Ava's childhood was watching her mother's closed room door and trying to imagine the things that were going on in her mind.

When she was a child, she used to think her mom was afraid of dinosaurs and that was why she hid in her room. One thing Ava didn't understand, however, was why didn't she let Ava hide with her. And sometimes she used to think that maybe she didn't love her and wanted her to be taken by the dinosaurs.

That is when she started drawing dinosaurs and imagining herself sitting on a dinosaur or walking with one.

As she sat down, the cook came and asked her what she wanted to eat. She had made pasta. Ava told her to go and that she would plate it herself. She went home.

After a few minutes. When Ava sat down at the dinner table and started eating, her mom's room door opened.

"Ava"

"Mother" she replied in the same tone.

"I talked to Peter, and he can arrange for us to meet your father. In case you want to see him. In fact I think you should see him, maybe it can ease your mind and provide you with a bit of whatever you're looking for." she said softly.

"Alright. Now I get to meet the person who is supposedly my father, who I never knew much about, and who is now lying on a hospital bed supposedly passing. How interesting, right?" Even if she tried to, having any conversation with her mother left her fuming with anger these days.

"What do you want me to do? I am trying my best" her mother said seeming exhausted.

"Oh, I am so sorry I didn't know this was the best you were trying. Because I believed you have hated me because of my father all along. My bad"

" I don't hate you Ava, and certainly not because of your father. You think too evil of me." She let out.

"Then what? Why were you never there mother? Why did you never try being my mother, why were you the same Fiona to me as you were to everyone else. If parting with my father left you so broken, why did you even do that?" She shouted, letting out most if not all questions out of her maze of a brain.

"Because…" she whispered.

"Because? Because what mom?"

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