I had suspected that Ava loved Dave, I’ve known it all the time but I was trying to confirm it, and today, luckily for me, I caught them today. Yeah I know I had a thing for Dave then, but I don’t think I still love him as I did before.
Let’s leave that one and let’s focus on how to bring Dave and Ava together. I want her to admit that she loves Dave, that’s all. I sat down looking at Ava, she wasn’t comfortable, so many things seemed to be going through her mind. I laughed inwardly as I saw her shifting uncomfortably on the stool she was sitting on. I already knew what she was thinking of right now and it needed to be cleared off.
“Ava,” I called and she looked at me straight in the eyes. “What’s wrong? Why are you worried?” I asked her.
“No, was I looking worried?” she asked, touching her cheeks ,I smiled.She can be funny at times.
“I want to ask you a question, I asked and I saw her countenance change immediately.
“What’s…what’s that?”she stammered.
“Do you by any chance have a thing for Dave?” I asked.
“No, no, no…I said no. Why do you ask?” she asked. I looked right in her eyes, she turned away her eyes away.
“Are you sure?” I asked her.
“Sure,” she answered now boldly. I don’t know how she mustered the courage so fast.
“Where’s Ann?” she asked.
“She’s eating with some friends, I just went into the class to look for you,” I lied. Actually I knew immediately Dave left the cafeteria, I noticed she was worried, she left the cafeteria shortly and I knew she was going to be in class. I saw how Dave held her cheeks passionately, I saw how she looked at him, I knew there was something between them. Yeah Dave admitted, but what about Ava? She was not going to admit that she loved Dave as well.
“Any other thing?” she asked me and I nodded negatively. We left immediately to the class.
“Why was Morris asking me if I loved Dave? That we are close doesn’t mean that I love him. I don’t even love, I’m not into that type of thing because I see that as a dumb thing to do. I hope she doesn’t think that. I can’t lose my relationship with Morris because of this. Morris loved Dave, they’ve dated before and it’s wrong to love her ex. Morris is my best friend.
I snapped the thoughts out of my head as I came into the house. Everyone was already asleep, yeah I’m always late from school. I’ve been busy with the team as it’s just three days from now, and the competition will commence. I just hope we emerge the first. I switched on the light, and saw my mom on the couch. She just lay there absentmindly. What’s wrong? I asked as I came close to her.
“Mom,” I called, she immediately looked at me. “What’s wrong? Why are you sitting all alone in the dark?” I questioned.
“Nothing,” she simply replied. She was acting all weird. The last time I saw her like this was three years back when Gideon did something in school. She was called and insulted, making her remember my dad. I hope Gideon didn’t do anything wrong this time.
I sat down at the edge of the other couch, looking intently at her.
“Mom, what’s wrong?” I asked.
I walked past my dad as I came inside the parlour. He was looking at me. Since the day he refused to tell me about the location of my mother’s grave, I’ve never talked or had any conversation with him.
“Dave,” he called. I stopped and turned to look at him.
“Dad,” I called.
“Come, sit,” he offered, I looked at him and went over to him. I sat down facing him.
“I know you are angry—”
“Are you gonna tell me or not?” I interrupted.
“Listen to me, I—”
“I asked a question dad,” I came again.
“No. I have my reasons.” I stood up immediately and ran upstairs. I’ve heard enough, I’m not listening to him, never.
Mr Lucas’s POV
I’m sorry Dave, I can’t let you know about it, it’s against the doctor’s advice. Yeah, I’m trying to save you from knowing everything that happened. It’s my work to protect you, Dave. You are suffering, I know, but I can’t tell you now. I’m waiting for the day you will know everything that has happened.
I relaxed on the couch as I remembered everything that happened.
“So doctor, you mean I can’t help Dave with his memory?” I asked as I shook my head sadly. He was still a little boy, why was this affecting his brain, huh?
“Yeah, he’s still little. He had a cut in the brain which we already stitched up, but if you help him in regaining his memory, he might run mad. So we have to wait.”
“How long are we going to wait?” I asked him.
“I don’t know, maybe two years, three years or even many years to come,” he replied.
“Even his mom’s death too?” I asked.
“Anything relating to the accident,” he answered.
How come he knows about his mom death? Who told him? I have to find out who he is meeting because the person is risking his life.