Ch-9 ★Ghost of the past

[Aulaura]

Whenever you meet someone from your past, you would say 'this world is a small place'.  I wouldn't say this world is small place but the ghost from your past will definitely come back and haunt you. It could be a person or an event. In one way or another they will enter your life again, leaving you confused, sometimes solving your problems or creating a mountain more. There is one thing for sure, the past will always be the past, it can never effect your present or so I thought.

Vivan, my ex-boyfriend who was also a doctor sat next to Jay on his large, king sized bed. I don't get why Mr. Smith, my dad's chauffer, had to send Vivian over to check Jay. When I called Mr. Smith, I had told him to send a doctor. I didn't tell him to send Dr. Vivan D'Souza .He could have sent any other doctor but no, he had to send him here. Dang it.

Things were really getting awkward. Why wouldn't they? My ex-boyfriend had dropped by when I was in some random guy's house. Not that Jay was any random guy. He was Jay Walters for god sake! Control the hormones Aulaura, keep them in check but I couldn't.

Why did Jay have to look so adorable while he slept? He had his mouthy slightly agape. The dense forest of black hair lay unevenly against his forehead. While he chest rose and fell in an even manner making his muscles look more toned. Gosh if I kept on looking at him, I don't I'll be able to control myself.

I turned my attentions towards Vivan. He sat on the corner of the bed with his shoulder in a stiff stance. He usually did that when he was nervous or felt uneasy. He had cropped off his long blond hair into a short, army cut. A pair of large framed spectacles lay on the bridge of his straight nose. Vivan placed his stethoscope by Jay's chest. There was a slight frown on his face. I hope Jay is alright.

I let out low sigh, closing my eyes. I leaned my back against the cream colored walls crossing my arms over my chest. I really don't get why Mr. Smith sent him. Mr. Smith knew my parents hated Vivan.

When we were dating, my parents had been strictly against our relationship because of the seven years age difference. I refused to listen to a word they said. I was young and naïve back then. We dated each other for about two years.

My heart still beats faster every time I see him. It's was hard getting over him. He was the first person I had dated for more than a couple of months, my first long-term relationship. I don't know why he broke up with me.

 It was cold, winter evening, when he had called me to meet him at the city park. When I got to the park, Vivan looked at me with a somber expression and said it's over.  I still remember the storm of tears that followed. I begged Vivan not leave me. He was the only person I could confine my sorrows into. When I asked him why he was breaking up with me, he said he had found someone else, a complete lie.

I watched Vivan fill a syringe with medicine while my mind began recalling the memories when we were happy, together.  

"Vivan put me down," I yelled at the tall, blond haired man who was carrying me on his back.

"No, not until you tell why you're so upset," He said running faster in the kitchen around the center island.

I gripped his shoulder tightly to prevent myself from falling. "Sometimes you act like at three year old,"

"You're changing the topic" He said as started carrying me up the stairs.

"I'm not upset,"

"I'll go even faster if don't spill," He threatened, increasing his speed.

I sighed. "Okay I give up. Put me down."

Vivan gently set me down on the staircase and grabbed my hand. He practically dragged me to his room. He had such organized room. There was a table with lamp in the corner and a large, round bed in another corner. He sat down on the bed and pulled me into his lap. I took a deep breath in.

"Mom and D-dad," I began with a shaky breath, trying to hold back the tears. "They were fighting. When I got closer to their room, I heard them talk about my custody." Tears were already spilling out my eyes. Vivan looked at me. His expression had softened.

"Hey there sunflower don't cry," He spoke gently wiping my tears. "Don't worry about them. You have me. I'll always take care of you."

I looked into his blue eyes. The blues eyes that I was just beginning to love. He leaned down and placed a soft kissed on my lips. I placed my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss as he smirked against my lips. He broke the kiss.

"I love you," He whispered pressing his head against mine.

His voice brought me back to the present.

"He has upper respiratory infection," He said looking directly at me, his blue eyes studying my expression carefully.  I couldn't look into them. They brought back too many memories from the past, I wished to forget. Why did I feel like I was the reason for our break-up? No-matter how hard I tried I could never blame him. Maybe it really was my fault. Maybe He got tired of taking care of me.

"I have given him an injection that'll lower his fever and here are some medicines. Give them to him when he wakes up," He held out his hand, and gave me a bottle of pills. "Make sure he takes them twice a day for four days,"

I nodded my head. What am I supposed to say to you, Vivan? "Will he be alright?"

He smiled, the corner of his lips moving upwards. "By tomorrow morning he'll be in perfect condition,"

He just stared at me for few seconds, before his eyes drifted to look at Jay. For a moment in my imagination he looked hurt but he quickly covered it up with a smile. He was always good at covering things. I could never tell what was going around in his mind.

 "I'm happy that you've moved on," He thought, Jay and I were together. I wanted to correct him. I wanted to tell him that it was nothing like that. I wanted to tell him that I'm still the girl you had left six months ago; I'm still waiting for you to return. I wish I could tell him all that. I really wish I could but I couldn't. My pride stopped me from speaking further.

I forced my lips into my smile. "I found someone just like you found someone else. How is she? I don't even know her name," I laughed. It hurt to laugh.

He chuckled. "Her name is Veronica and she's fine,"

"That's good," And the conversation fell into an awkward silence. Vivan got up from the bed, his tall figure hovering over my petty frame. He fixed his white coat and picked up his black case with his other hand.

"I should be heading back to my clinic," He stood in front of me. He was reachable but out of my grasp. I no longer held that right over him, the right of being his girlfriend. If I were his girlfriend, I'd ask him to stay with me and never leave my side.

"Yes, of-course." I escorted him out of the Jay's bedroom. We walked side by side through the hall into the contemporary styled living room. He walked up to the maroon colored, main door, twisting its knob, he stepped out. I stood by the open door. He looked at me for the final time with his blue eyes studying me carefully. It was as if he was trying to capture my face into his mind. He was trying to memorize it. But why?

"Thank you for coming," I spoke, tucking a strand of brown hair, which had fallen out of my bun, behind my ear.

He smiled, a confident smile. "It was my duty," The smile he wore dimmed a bit as he spoke then next line. "I'll pray that all the happiness in the world falls into your life,"

He didn't wait for me to reply. He turned his back towards me and strode towards the staircase. I watched his retreating back, gripping the door tightly as the splinters from the wood dung into my skins.

I wanted to stop him from leaving. I couldn't find the voice. Those words were stuck in the middle of my throat, wedged into my heart's fiber.

I closed the door. I have to stop myself. I need to learn to control these feelings. Vivan I don't need you, I can survive without you. You'll see.

I scanned Jay's apartment. It's quite a classy place. The designer had set the layout to a cotemporary style fused with modern art. The living room was covered in grays, blacks, and whites. There was large plasma T.V. pinned to the wall, a glass center table with welted roses in a white, porcelain vase, and black leather coaches. A window covered with floor length, gray draperies led out to a small balcony.

I walked down the hall. There were three doors in the hall: the first door led to the kitchen which also had a small, granite bar table, the second door led to a large, master bedroom, I guess this was Jay's room and the third door which had sharp cut across it, revealing the teak wood beneath the paint was closed. I hadn't bothered opening the third door.  

I was still holding onto the bottles of pills Vivan had given. I walked into Jay room; it was cold and dark inside. The A.C. was going on full speed. Winter was going on. Why does Jay have his A.C. on? I walked over the switch board and turned the A.C. off. It was still chilly inside his room.

Walking over to Jay's bed, I pulled the gray quilt over his body. I placed the medicine bottle on the side table and watched Jay sleep. He snored softly, his chest rising and falling in a constant rhythm. The darkness in the room caused a half of his face remain shadowed.

Maybe I should leave, no I can't. He's still sick and I need to give him the medicine when he wakes up. But what will he think of me once he wakes up? Probably something along the lines of 'Mr. Grey daughter has no manners whatsoever barging into my room without asking' 'what is she doing here? Freak' or 'some fans can be so obsessive'

Urgh, I don't care what he thinks. He needs me right now and I won't leave him. He was there for me when I needed him yesterday. He turned my tears into a smile. I have to return that favor as friend or- maybe as something else? Did he consider me his friend? It doesn't matter because I do consider him one.

The funny thing is that Jay Walter, the man I've admired for so long was now so close to me. Strange isn't, life can be very strange sometimes.

I don't know why I feel like we share something. I sound crazy right now but there is something; something that is tying us together. When we had a dance together, I felt this strange emotion...-was it an emotion? - It was this strange sensation, the sensation of losing control over all rationality.

A loud, beeping sound broke the trance my mind had been in. It sounded like the beeping sound of an alarm clock.  I rushed out of his room and stepped into the narrow hall. The sound, it was coming from the third door.

I cautiously walked towards it. I shouldn't be roaming around in someone else's house without their permission but I have to stop the noise or else Jay will wake up. I stopped in front of the door unlike the other doors it was painted blue, a dark blue with a stormy feel to it. There was cut made across it, horizontally. Shattered pieces of glass were scattered on the cream, colored carpet.

I shouldn't be doing this. I could hear loud warning bells going off in my head but I ignored them.

I twisted the silver, handle. The door flew open in an instantly. What greeted me was something I could not have imagined in my wildest dreams. The sight horrified me. A strong stench was the first thing that greeted me. It smelled like alcohol.

Empty alcohol bottles were scattered across the floor. The walls were covered with one word, Melody. Melody was written across the pale walls in blood. The blood had dried up, looking like a dark, brown color. It had to be blood because the sharp edges of the broken bottle pieces were covered with it.

Audio cassettes with the black film torn out of them lay in a heap. Torn up, notebook pages with the words I love you were taped to the walls. Some notebooks pages had two different handwritings in them. They looked like chits passed around during class.

>_< Mr. Evan's class is so boring. I swear I'm going to jump off the third floor if he doesn't stop talking.

It isn't that bad Melody :PSo Melody was someone's name, a girl's name. Who was she? I continued to reading the chit taped to the wall.

Yah that's because you love history -_-' 

Nope that's not the real reasons. It's because I'm with you. The time I get to spend with you can never be boring.

So I entertain you. >:-/

Haha no, cuzz I love you babe.

The ink in the rest of chit had been smeared off by water or alcohol. In the center this mess was a square frame held up by a wooden stand covered by a blue cloth. Above the frame was a digital clock, it showed the time to be 1:35 p.m.

I was so caught up in the horrifying condition of this room that hadn't noticed when the clock had stopped beeping.

Now that the clock had stopped beeping, I should have stepped out of the room, leaving everything like it was but my feet wouldn't move an inch. They were rooted to their spot.

My hands reached for the blue cloth on their own accord. The tips of my fingers reached out for the edge of the cloth, unmasking the frame in an instant.

It was just a picture, a picture that held the power of leaving my mind in a shocked and paralyzed state. I couldn't breathe properly, breaths left my mouth in a shaky question. 'How is this possible?' My heart stopped beating for a second. It felt like a dead weight in my chest.

The picture held a girl. It was no ordinary girl. It was Samantha. Jay and Sam were smiling brightly at the camera, their face so close to one another, their cheeks pressing against the others. The backdrop was a starless night. It was a close up picture with just their faces. There was no mistake.

This girl was Sam. She looked like her younger self, the chubbiness of her preteens hadn't left her face. Her hair was shorter, cut to her shoulders. She had a nose piercing while the tips of her blond hair had been dyed to a dark purple color.  But how could this be? When did Sam meet Jay? and why didn't she tell abou this?

Suddenly, I was startled by a voice. The voice boomed through the room, sending a fearful shiver down my spine. The blue cloth slipped out of my hand landing onto the floor.

"How dare you!"

I turned around to see Jay, standing at the door. His hands clenched into a fist while his brown eyes were looking at me with pure rage and fury.

Author's Note:

Gasp! Gasp! (98x) What do you guys think will happen in the next chapter?

*Hint* *Hint* Aulaura is in T-R-O-U-B-L-E

Are you guys ready for the unexpected?

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