CHAPTER 207
Chapter 207: More than a kiss
Grey blinked once. He didn’t even know what Caramel heard. Though, she knew that Grey was an orphan.
“Why aren’t you saying anything?” Caramel inquired, while confusion clouded her expression.
“What-,” Beatrice started but Grey cut in quickly.
“She knows already. She knows I’m an orphan,” Grey revealed. There was a lot that Beatrice still doesn’t know that had happened in his life during those years he had been away. She was slowly learning about them.
“Yes, I’m aware. But what do you mean by the other thing you said?” Her voice was getting harsh and loud.
“How much have you heard?” Grey asked.
Caramel gave a dark frown as she folded her arms in front of her chest. “I think its everything. I just came downstairs to ask for creams I could use and I met you guys talking. Though, I’m still confused. What truth are you talking about? And why does it have to do with my dead mother?” She bombarded, clearly confused.
Grey sighed and looked at Beatrice. “Why don’t you let the cat out of the bag?”
Beatrice took a deep breath, scared of what the outcome would be. She took a step forward. “I- I,” she stammered. She hadn’t thought it would be very difficult. Well, it was considering the years Caramel had spent with her fake mother, without knowing she wasn’t her mother.
“Should I give you space?” owns all content.
“No! You stay right there! And tell Beatrice to start talking before I die of curiosity!” Caramel yelled. “What’s going on here?”
“Caramel,” Beatrice started. “I am your mother!” She said at a go.
Caramel blinked once, then twice, confused. Then, she burst into laughter. “Is this some kind of joke?”
“Does this look like a cinema to you? We are being serious here,” Grey interceded with concealed expression.
Caramel became sober as she sensed the seriousness in Grey’s words. She looked at Grey, then slowly at Beatrice.
“No way! My mother died a long time ago!” She protested.
Beatrice nodded briefly. “I know but I’m your real mother. I gave birth to you. You are my daughter.”
Caramel went into shock, her mouth slightly open as evidence. She slowly moved backward, her steps going as slowly as they could before she turned around and ran out of the room.
Beatrice felt dejected and sadness slipped into her and she collapsed.
Grey looked at her. “Don’t worry, everything will be fine. I will go after her,” he assured and hurried towards the door.
“Grey!” Beatrice called softly and Grey whirled around to look at her. “Bring her home, please,” she whispered.
Grey nodded with assurance. “I will,” he promised before he walked out of the room.
Caramel went out of the house and into the street. Grey dialed her number but it ran severally without her picking it up.
Grey decided to look around just down the street. She didn’t use a car and so, he was sure that she wouldn’t go far.
He was however bothered that Hattie’s men might be lurking around. He couldn’t bear anything happening to her, not again.
He stopped in front of a stalk to ask. “Hello, have you seen a young lady? Short and pretty? With red hair?”
The man shook his head in response.
Grey walked some steps and stopped a lady as well. “Have you seen a lady with red and probably messy hair? Short and very beautiful?”
The lady hesitated and suddenly nodded. Then, she pointed ahead before she walked away.
It suddenly started raining and everyone rushed to leave the rain. Grey eyes continued to search around for Caramel. He was in the rain and getting wet already but his main priority was to see her. He followed the direction that the lady from earlier gave him.
Just as he turned away, he saw her in a corner, behind the flowers.
Caramel bent, with her hands hugging her legs and her head on her knees.
“Caramel,” Grey called softly and she looked up.
“What are you doing here?” She asked, half surprised. “How did you find me?”
Grey smiled. “I will always find you.”
Caramel nodded once and looked away. Memories flashed in. She remembered when Grey came just in time to rescue her from her violent boyfriend. He was always right in time like a hero.
“I want to be alone,” she whispered. “Something isn’t right.”
Grey sighed. “What are you doubting? I can assure you that Beatrice is telling the truth.”
Caramel shook her head and stood. “That’s not it. I need to be alone to think it through,” just as she turned to leave, Grey caught her hand suddenly, stopping her.
“Unless I go with you. I can’t leave you alone,” Grey stated in a thick voice. “Share with me. what is disturbing you?”
They were still in the rain and no one was bothered about it.
Caramel swallowed harder on an empty throat. She felt tired all of a sudden and a sick feeling had suddenly developed in her. “My existence has all been a lie. There’s nothing about me that’s not suspicious. There’s nothing about me that’s normal! What other things would I discover?” she asked, as tears streamed down her face, colliding with the rain to make her feel very miserable.
Grey watched her closely, unable to know how to come in. “Let’s discuss this at home.”
“You want me to discuss the fact that the woman I’ve always known for years as my mother isn’t the real one? That I’ve been living on false hopes, I’ve been carrying the burden and the hatred? What more!” She yelled suddenly. “What more isn’t suspicious? You tell me, Grey!” It felt like she had gone insane. Her movements were swift and she was angry at herself. “Tell me! That I like my friend’s husband? That I have failed relationships! That my parents aren’t my parents? That-”
She pulled to a sudden stop as Grey lips landed on hers, rubbing her completely of the remaining semblance of sense in her.
The rain beat even harder on them as if it was trying to pass across a piece of information. Actually, both couldn’t deny the feelings that passed through them.