Chapter 9 :: père

The Space in our Hearts

Chapter 9

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"Trust me, mia dolce." The way he purred those words near my ear sent shovers down my spine... I decided to look away, my eyes settling on an array of flowers centers of a table as I took in a shaky breath... This is bad... The worse.

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"Why should I?" I whispered back, shifting my balance from one for to another.

"Because I know how it feels like." I can feel his breath on my hair, it smelled of rum and cigar. The way and emotion, a tone I came to understand today much better, laced his voice as he speak.

Hurt...

It was very evident and I could feel how his hands griped tightened on my arm for a split second. What happened to him?... I must've been too engrossed on my thoughts because the next thing I saw was the livid look on my father's eyes and papers flying, falling down our backyard lawn along with pictures.

I gasped as I saw what it was, it was too fast as my father came barrelling towards me. To Abramo. My mom, hot on my father's track's, pulling me out of the way just in time as my father practically threw himself at the man, pulling his collars. "What kind of foolery are you making here Mr. Fernandez?! "

My father spat on the man's face, teeth and jaw clenched tightly as he glared at the man. Hot tears trickled down my cheeks as I sobbed. How did her knew?

I looked at him and saw that his attention wasn't on my dad, but was on me, a flicker of something crossing his eyes before it vanished altogether and was replaced by placidity.

"Liandro!" My mom sobbed beside me in a sorry attempt to stop my father, but of course he wouldn't. That should've been obvious.

"Jane!" My father's voice boomed through the small space making me and my sister flinch, along with the other guests that was being ushered out by my tia and tip out stopped.

"What is this about?!" He then asked with a much lower tobe but the anger was still there as he stared hard on Abramo. His knuckles turning white as his grip tightened on the man's collars.

"Liandro, let the guests leave first please!." My mom came rushing towards my father who didn't even much as faltered. My mother who closed her eyes shake her head as my father didn't speak but remained silent untill all the guest left, the only people remaining was me, Jane, Zion, my father, Abramo and his bodyguards, my mother and my sister out on the backyard.

I sighed, sobbing and with my shaking knees I sat down on one of the chairs I managed to pull out. Abramo, on the other hand had kept his eyes on me all this time giving me more reason to feel the nervousness. I definitely need to sit down.

I winced as a sharp pain rushed through my abdomen making me grunt and close my eyes. Baby...

I hissed to myself, this is bad. I'm am begging to be too stressed out. This is really bad for my pregnancy.

"Those photos could've been edited for all we know!" Jane's squealing made me snap back to reality making me laugh, stopping only when I realized all head were diverted towards me.

I sat up, picking a photo up that landed ber one of the chairs I sat next too. It wag Jane and Zion kissing under the same tree, me and Zion had our first date together. With a scoff I teared it apart.

"Edited..." I echoed her words as I stopped right in front of her, reaching up the side of my dress where a hidden pocket sat, remembering that I secretly put Zion's phone inside of it just in case something like this would happen, I didn't know I'd be right.

Jane's face scrunched up and my dad finally let go of Abramo's collar to watch me carefully. "What is this about, Jade?"

My Dad who's clearly livid but was containing it, asked. I laughed again as I clutched my dress just right on my abdomen. My finger trembled as I swung my hand right across my sister's face, the surface of the phone hitting her cheek and making a sharp sound making her head turned sideways.

The phone fell with a silent thud on the grassy ground, their previous text messages on full display. Jane's eyes widened at Zion, who was frozen in his spot stumbled back. Mom gasped audibly, my older sister covering her mouth with her hands in disbelief and my dad froze.

The look in his face was unreadable, then slowly he shifted his gaze towards Jane with pure disdain. It was clear, the disappointment that was evident on my father's eyes that made me scowl, he don't believe it. He don't want to believe it.

"Trisha Jane Fontaballes." My dad's cold and harsh tone sliced through the silence, Jane flinched. Jane's face slowly turning more pale than chalk as realization hits her hard.

"D-Dad... I" Jane, stuttered as he looked towards Zion and then me and my Dad. My mom was crying and, it is pure heartbreak to see her. She's probably thinking how she'd failed as a mother. I want to come to her and tell her she's not, for not my belly feeling the sudden sharp pain once again, I stumbled back on to a nearby chair and it wobbled as I sat.

"You should stay put, Jade." A deep masculine voice spoke, steadying my seat. His voice deep, harp and cold like the wave splashing though the rocks of a cliff, it was Abramo. His hands fell to my arms and I stiffened.

"How?..." Was the only word that escaped my mouth, I looked up at him. He was watching the scene before him with narrowed eyes, he opened his mouth to answer but closed it once again. I was just about to ask him when I heard a slap echoed through the garden, my head snapped back to the scene where my dad's hands hung on the air and Jane's head was turned to the side.

My dad left without uttering a word, but glanced towards my direction and stopped for a split second before walking away completely. Tears rolled down my eyes as I replayed it back, even if it was just a split of a second. It felt warm even if it's subtle. It was apologetic, almost, it's as if I almost saw the man who was my father years ago when I was young.

I sobbed and Abramo rubbed my arms to which I cried harder. He leaned down to whisper to me again. If it wasn't for the situation I might have punched the guy for being creepy but I didn't move away.

"I wouldn't involved myself further, mia dolce-" I cut him off as I sneered.

"Stop calling me that." Abramo, chuckled at my remarks. "Let us make a deal, stardust."