Chapter 102: 102

I have no idea where I am. I have no idea how I ended up here but it’s all so bright here making me go blind. I can no longer hear my baby’s cry. I could no longer feel the warmth of mom’s hand which I felt for the first time. Why? Aren’t I dead? Then why can I still talk and feel my body?

Many things are going on in my head but there is a solution.

It has been years since I got to be full of happiness but just a day made me snatch a lot of things. I thought it was all ok but all of a sudden things started breaking instantly.

Why was he not there with me despite knowing I was alone?

Why didn’t he answer my phone?

Why didn’t he run to me even though I was giving birth to his child?

Why?

Am I that high maintenance to him?

Or he doesn’t love me anymore?

I cried sitting there on a corner of the floor when a hand appear in front of me making me look up.

"Little girl, you lost?" Someone spoke even though I couldn’t see their face.

"Little girl? I’m not little though", I answered.

"But you have a small appearance in front of me," they said, making me look at my fingers which are so tiny just like my newborn child.

"How? How did I shrink so much?"

"How am I here? Where Is my adult body?"

I kept questioning but they calmed me down.

"Calm down girl, whoever comes to this place always has their most loved appearance so maybe you wanted to be a child once again to get loved by?" he said, which made me think about my childhood. It was not my teenager but it was the time when I used to only play.

"Ayla"

"What are you looking at ?"

"Come here!!"

"Dad is calling!!"

I heard Jace’s voice all of sudden.

I turned back and I saw the little Jace I used to play with.

"Ayla"

"What are you glancing at?"

"Can’t you recognise me?"

"I’m your brother", he said, shaking my entire body.

"And who are these people? Didn’t I say not to talk with strangers?"

"Come with me dad is calling to give me something", he said and pulled me by my hand while I was still clueless about what was happening with me. I again turned and looked at those people who were still shining so brightly but this time I saw a smile on their faces but still I understood shit.

"Ayla, don’t look at them."

"They are bad people."

"If you keep listening to them they will take you away then there will be no chocolates, no games, there won’t be me to play with and there won’t be the dad who always defeats in-game," he said, making me think again.

"You want to go?" He stopped for a while.

"Where?" I finally asked.

"With them?" he asked.

"Mm, I don’t know," I said.

"Then come home or all of your chocolate is going to melt," he said and ran holding my hand. He kept looking back numerous times in case those people were going to chase us and take me away but still he didn’t stop but waited in front of the home where dad was waiting for me.

"Baby?"

"Where were you?" He ran to me and carried me instantly.

"I thought someone kidnapped you." he kissed my forehead.

"Ha ha don’t joke dad. Who will take this little brat? Those who will think of taking her away from her will bear her nonstop cry which never stops." he teased me.

But I’m still so freaking confused.

Am I really in my childhood?

Is this really what happened to me till now was a dream?

No, it can’t be. It was so vivid it made it sound like a dream.

Those touches, those pain, those experiences are so freaking real for me that it seems like a dream.

"Baby, what are you thinking? Don’t you want to be with this old man any more?" He sounded sad so I held his cheek with my little palm when mom called.

"We are not having a party so stop making noise outside and come inside to have lunch," she said. This time she glanced at me with a smile and made me feel so freaking good. This good feeling can’t be an illusion, right? Huh!

"Why do you keep looking at us for hours?"

"Did you lose your memory or what?"

Jace teased me again.

"Don’t tease her or she will cry", dad said but he is laughing as well.

I get frustrated and got down from his lap and ran inside the house. But it was our old house. So did I really see my entire life as a dream? All of them were imaginary? Aaron was not real? Chloe and James were not real? Kylie and Jennifer were not real?

What about my Ayla?

Is she not real as well?

My head kept on blasting but again I heard someone calling my name. I can hear the crying noises but then dad, Jace, and mom ran to me telling me, "Don’t listen to those noises."

"We are here right?"

"Ignore them!!!"

"Yeah, come to us. We are your family." they kept on repeating but...

"You won’t leave us here right?"

"You won’t follow them right?"

I realised nothing is real here.

Everything is building inside my head just like those people saying I took this appearance because that is what I like.

Yeah, I have to get out of here.

Ayla, run!!!

They kept on calling but I didn’t stop but followed a light and ended up seeing the same ceiling which I saw when I was going through the labour pain.

"Ayla"

"Ayla"

"You come back?"

"Thank God you are alive."

"Thank God ."

Jace kept on holding me right as if he could have killed people if I would die right now. Even the doctors were so relaxed seeing me alive.

In a few minutes, they shifted me to a normal room and placed my little baby beside me. They are all I could imagine.

"When we heard you are dead the child started crying so they have to keep him in the ventilation room as he stopped breathing too," Jace explained while I held his little arm.

"Such a mischievous child."

"Leave me!!"

"Let me go inside to see my wife."

"Let me see my child."

"What’s going on?" I asked, hearing the commotion.

"Nothing, you just ignore," he said but I’m getting more interested in this.

"Brother tell me!!" I forced him.

"Aaron is the one making those noises," he said, making me realise yeah he didn’t even come for me when I was dying.

"Let him inside," I said while he entered the room with all the panic expressions which can make everyone go soft seeing him.

"Ayla"

"Ayla"

"You ok?" he was showing his concern but is he really concerned about me?

I doubt it.

As I didn’t answer him he asked the same thing so many times but I’m not sure how to speak. I don’t feel anger toward him, not sympathetic because there was nothing to feel sympathetic about when I was the one who should feel sympathy.

"Ayla, look at me!"

"Talk to me!"

"Yell at me!!"

He cupped my face but I let his hand drop to the bed.

"I don’t want to." I denied.

"What?"

"I don’t want to look at you, I don’t want to talk to you or I don’t want to yell at you. It is so simple." I said I was looking low all the time.

"Please don’t talk to me like that."

"Please I beg you," he begged in real life but is this going to make me feel better?

In reality, I don’t even have any idea how to act. But I sure have lots of things to ask.

"Why are you begging me?" I asked.

"Because I came late," he answered.

"So you knew I called?" That time my heart felt a severe ache making me feel shocked to my core but I didn’t show it.

"I have no idea what you did. I have no idea who you will be with. Or I have no idea why you didn’t receive my call when I called more than them. I really have no idea but all I can say is that if it weren’t for my mom and brother I don’t think I would have been alive nor my child."

"I’m sorry," he repeated, though I don’t know why.

"I think you would have felt happy if you came home whenever you felt like it and saw my dead body lying above the stairs while a newly born child kept rolling down the stairs who was filled with blood as well as my body while I kept on bleeding through my private parts. Is that scene amusing for you ?" as I said he raised his voice.

"Ayla!!!!"

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