jay pov:
I thought he is such a charming guy , gentleman and if world help me to re-ecountr with him then I do exactly want which is written in fairytale then,,i want to meet him again.
In better condition and maye be,,, he doesn't thought of me as a child.
Then I waited until his footsteps disappeared down the road before I turned toward my house.
The lights were on.
That meant Mama was home.
My heart sank.
She was usually busy—files spread across the dining table, phone pressed to her ear, voice firm and professional.
Still, the thought of her seeing me like this made my chest tighten.
I am hell!! Scared to enter in House.
I scream in silence...Ahhhhhh!!!!
She warned you, my mind whispered.
No fights. No trouble. No danger.
I quietly opened the gate and slipped inside, every movement careful. The house smelled like coffee and paper—Mama's work scent.
Her voice floated from the living room.
"Yes, I'll send the report by tonight."
I didn't wait.
I slid past the hallway like a shadow, climbed the stairs slowly, and closed my bedroom door without a sound.
Only then did my legs give up.
I sat on the bed, staring at my reflection in the mirror—bandage on my head, bruises blooming beneath my sleeves, ankle wrapped tightly.
What will I tell her?
That someone accidentally push me and i got scared and fell..noohhh...
That I slipped on the stairs?
No..
That I wasn't strong enough this time?
No....what the hell am I going to say godd!!!! Help me. I m screaming in silence.
Mama already believed I was fragile.
That was the price of hiding my real self.
I swallowed hard.
"I'll say I fell," I whispered to myself. "Just… fell."
That night, sleep came in pieces.
Between the pain and the memories, my mind drifted—to things I never fully understood.
My heart beats really fast that I can hear my heartbeat and my mind goes on thay charming face which I can't clearly wipe out from my mind.
And In the worst resistable pain the a small smile form on my lips.
Whole night different thoughts crushed my mind,,,
Like my brother.
Or… cousin.
I never knew which.
Aries—that's what I called him.
Mama always said he was adopted by Aunt Gema Fernandez, that we were family but not that kind.
Still, something about it never felt complete.
There were gaps in my childhood.
Blurry edges.
Things I couldn't remember no matter how hard I tried.
Trauma, the doctors had said.
So I stopped asking.
And whole night goes in thoughts sleep wake thoughts sleep cycle and when I finally managed to sleep peacefully then comes another ringing....!! No one likes me to sleep peacefully goddd what da yah ddddduuuu!!
"Jay Jay!"
Mama's voice pulled me out of sleep the next morning.
"Wake up! You're going to be late for school!"
I groaned softly and sat up, my body protesting immediately.
After washing up and changing carefully, I made my way downstairs.
The dining table was set. Toast. Eggs. Tea.
Mama stood there, arms crossed.
She turned.
And froze.
And questioning me like I had done this myself. But I kept my self normal so that I can tell what I had thought last night..
"What happened to you?"
Her eyes swept over me—bandage, limp, the way I avoided her gaze.
My heart hammered.
"I… I slipped on the stairs," I said quietly. "Yesterday evening."
Silence stretched between us.
Mama walked closer, lifting my chin gently so I had no choice but to look at her.
Her eyes softened—but only slightly.
"Jay Jay," she said, voice low, "I warned you. I told you to stay away from trouble."
"I did," I whispered. "I promise."
She sighed, pressing her fingers to her temples.
"Sit," she said. "Eat first. We'll talk later."
I obeyed.
But as I picked up my spoon, one thought echoed louder than anything else—
If she knew the truth… she'd never let me out of her sight again.
And somehow, I knew—
The secrets I was hiding weren't just mine.