Alva
I made my way out of a home I was babysitting. I would surely be late to the diner. Yet, I still had to pick up Samuel. His school had closed thirty minutes ago but the parents of the boys I babysat didn't come early. My legs wobbled as I briskly walked to the side of the road and flagged down a taxi."Goldenlaws primary school," I informed the dark seated figure upon entry.
As the vehicle began moving, I stared through the open window to enjoy the scenery Greece had to offer. It's been so long since I enjoyed anything. Between rotating two different jobs to save up for college and keep a roof over my head, dealing with the tragic death of my sister and taking care of my son Samuel, there wasn't enough time to enjoy what the world had to offer. The taxi halted right in front of the beautiful gates of the primary school. I highlighted the vehicle, handed the driver his money, and proceeded inside.
"Miss. Pierce?" A familiar voice called my name. I looked up to see the headmaster of the school, a middle-aged man of the ripe age of forty. I frowned instantly. I was surely paying a fine. I walked up to him dreading the... Strange. He did have his signature frown. This time he looked worried. The sweaty and folded forehead gave it all away.
"I am really sorry. I couldn't leave my job abruptly. I hope you understand..."
Flashes of what the welfare authorities threatened to do if I wasn't capable of taking good care of Samuel crippled me with fear. I could not lose Samuel. I would rather die than allow some childless wealthy couple to snatch him away from me. I prayed the headmaster let it go. This was only a slip-up.
"Ms. Pierce, " The man interrupted me, removing the spectacles that accentuated his small round face. "Samuel isn't here..."
"What!" I cut in, feeling the blood in my veins go cold. They wouldn't.
"We tried calling you but you didn't pick..." His apprehensive voice continued giving me goosebumps this time. Did something happen to my Samuel?
I figured I should check my phone. I had put it on silent mode while babysitting. Mostly to avoid a call from my boss at the diner. I was surprised to see fifty missed calls and a ton of messages. I tried to focus on what the headmaster was trying to say but I couldn't concentrate. I clicked the message icon and forced myself to read one that mentioned Samuel. It read,
Samuel slumped in class and has been rushed to the hospital. Please come as soon as you can.The unsettling revelation shook me to the very core.
"Where is he? Where is Samuel!""He has admitted to Petrina Memorial." He replied, his words were sobre.
"Take me there," I announced.
My mind reeled all the way to the hospital. What happened? Was Samuel alright? A million other questions ran through my troubled mind. I had already lost a good friend. I could not bear losing a son. The headmaster pacified all through the journey yet my mind was not at rest. It wasn't normal for a healthy seven-year-old to just slump. The car eventually pulled up in the parking lot of Petrina Memorial and praying for good news, I briskly went through the doors. The hallway was crammed with patients on trolleys, some tended by exhausted and sad families and some alone. It wasn't an encouraging sight. My hopeful trudge through the flickering hallway was dashed. I wasn't sure I could handle bad news. My eyes welled up just thinking about the bad things that might have happened. Luckily, the headmaster was there as moral support. I distracted myself with the tastefully dull decor of the children's ward. Above every door I passed was a large plastic sign, dark with white lettering. No fancy fonts, just bold and all-caps. We stopped at door number eighteen. I sucked in a breath the second the door opened.
There he was. My Samuel was there, tagged with several beeping machines. His class teacher was by his side. She gave me a tired smile as if to assure me that everything was okay but I refused to believe that. Not until I saw how he was faring and knew exactly what happened to him. I rushed to his side, examining his unresponsive body. His natural tanned skin was pale white and his raven black hair had lost their sheen. He wasn't like that when I took him to school earlier today. I felt his pulse. It was weak and worrying.
"Did they say what is wrong with him?" I asked his teacher but she nodded otherwise.
"The doctor will be coming soon."She informed.
I remained seated with Samuel, holding his hands and praying for a miracle. I was so engrossed in my own thoughts that I didn't notice when the doctor came in. An unfamiliar touch jacked me out of my trance-like state and back to reality.
"You are his mother right?" The doctor asked.
"Yes. What is wrong with him?"
The young doctor's eyes flicked around the figures in the room before speaking. "Could we have this conversation in my office?"
"No! Tell me what is wrong with him now!"
I did not have time for the drama. I couldn't risk it. Time was life and I meant it more than ever. Everybody here was concerned about Samuel so I saw no reason to have some stupid private conversation.
"Your son has Anemia. He needs a blood transfusion urgently." The doctor informed, managing to keep a straight face despite passing such a piece of terrible news.
"Well, Get him blood!" I ordered thanks to the jolt of a sudden realization that Samuel was in mortal danger.
"Our blood banks are empty. If you don't mind we will take a sample of your blood and hope it is compatible with his."
No... Samuel and I didn't share any genes. My blood wouldn't match.
"I... can't give him blood." I stuttered, earning a questioning start from everyone. "Our blood is not compatible..."
The doctor scratched his head implying there was bad news. Like Baaaad news.
"Well, Is his father here? Because your son needs a transfusion urgently. His condition could worsen if he doesn't get one today or tomorrow." His voice was sharp and firm and that meant business.
There was silence. Complete silence. Wordlessly, I knew what I had to do. I did not like it but it was something I knew I could never avoid especially not with Samuel's life hanging. Samuel's father had to know.
AlvaAs I stepped out of the ward for some privacy and space to think. I wondered if I was really going to do it. I swayed thinking about what the presence of Nikolas Sica had brought into the life of my late sister and I. It was impossible to imagine that I would need that monster's help ever again. I looked back at the door to the ward and knew I had no choice. Time was running out and Mr. Sica was the one thing that guaranteed that Samuel remained alive. The blood bank might not have a donor until tomorrow but the Sica enterprise was only a stone throw away from the hospital. Talk about cruel fate. Reluctantly, I searched for his contact. Well, not his. He had probably changed his private number one time too many but I had his enterprise "Contact us" number which hopefully would lead to his secretary or anyone important. With an afterthought, I hit the call button."Hello, This is Sica enterprises. What can I do for you?" A f
NikolasHer eyes squinted in obvious shock. Judging by her reaction, I was sure she was pulling an amazing stunt and this would be her last. Her looks though, She was definitely someone I wouldn't even look at twice and we had a child? Doubtful. I liked them blonde and feisty. And even if we crossed paths in the bedroom, I was sure her burning red hair would stick in my head and never had I ever fucked a redhead."Hello Miss," I announced, enjoying her discomfort. The way she shuddered was a turn I suppose. Considering I did not have much control over my life at the moment, It was enjoyable watching someone crumble under me."You came..." She stuttered."Of course. If my son's life is in danger like you said. Do you really think I would disregard such important news?"Her eyes squinted one more time. It seemed like a habit if you asked me. She was hurt by my daring and honest to God's reply
Nikolas"Are you stalking me, Mr. Sica?" She demanded in a very predictable manner. For someone who I had no memory of, She did hate me. I pondered how we hooked up in the first place If we did have a one night stand."You aren't that special Miss," I answered. True that I wasn't scoring the whole city for a girl who happened to be my baby mama. It was an accident, A rumble across town led me to a dejected young woman walking in the rain. Seeing her suffer in the cold made me snap, So somehow my good sides nature offered a ride but judging by the disgusting glares she felt passing at me. I was right to guess she would refuse my offer."I don't need your validation to be special Mr. Sica and the name is Alva." She said. I could still catch that fire in her eyes. It felt like she was playing nice even if all she wanted was to destroy me. My fingers tightened on the steering wheel just staring into the flickering orbs of cog
NikolasIcould be a prick. There was doubt about that but I did not think anything I said was wrong. We shared a night somewhere along the line. I was just trying to figure out when and where I had slipped up. I feared what would happen if my mom discovered she had a grandson, My entire world was sure to flip. I briefly hoped all of these was just a wild attempt to rope me. Maybe I would spare her if this turned out to be nothing but drama but every encounter I had with the woman told me she wasn’t looking for hard cash. There was just something about her. I haltingly started the car and drove. I didn’t have the capacity to bear my mother at the moment, Not with all the disturbing discoveries I had made in one day. It made me consider; What if there was more of them? In spite of myself, I was deadly worried. What I did then was a stupid childish act. It did not cancel my mistakes but if
Alva”If it is some paper you want me to sign, Mr. Sica, I will. I have no intent of groping you with child support or claiming your properties. Samuel and I are fine as we are.” I swallowed. That had to be the reason he was here. His eyes met mine unflinchingly and I could tell he had questions.He put a finger to his lips as an awkward silence followed. “So you actually believe I am that shallow. So out of the blues, I find out I have a son and the only thing you think runs through my mind is…’” He paused. “…properties and child support? Why do you have this one sided opinion about me?”I fell silent, weighing his words. If I could have it Alva’s way, I would scream his face that I wasn’t buying his act.“Years ago,” I began, hating that I had to keep the details a secret. “A woman walked into your office and tol
AlvaHis words reechoed in my mind.I wasn’t sure I could do it. The edgy shock of giving Samuel to his father without a fight did not feel quite right. I considered running but without funds and a legal passport, There wasn’t a chance. Plus there was more than a fair chance he would find me. He was an influential man.“Mom, Are you alright?” Samuel intruded on my thoughts.“I am fine.” I assured.Samuel did not seem to buy my response. So to keep his little mind off the complicated topic, I offered him the cold ramen buried in my bag. “I brought noodles. Your favorites.”“Do not worry about it mom. Dad already fed me.”A flush went through me. Did he just refer to Nikolas Sica as his father? That was unexpected an left me weak to the knees. I paused, letting my inner voice remonstrating on wh
NIKOLAS I wished I knew what to tell her. Alva probably already told her everything but for Doria, hearing it from my lips would be the only thing she would consider the truth. The easy way out would be to lie and deny it all but what tale would I weave when Alva arrived at my door with Samuel. There was a slim chance Alva might have rejected my offer though. Still, the look of dread Doria had on her face suggested she had pieced something together. Lying to her would be futile and if I broke her heart, she had to know it was never my intention."Samuel is my son," I confessed."I don't understand," Doria stammered, tears running down her cheeks like trickles from rooftops. "I was in Paris for just four months. How is this possible?""Doria, calm down and let me explain." I tried pacifying her but she had sunk too deep."Calm down! How do you explain that you have
KLAUSLilika stifled a laugh. The growl emanating from her throat continued to grow until she was cackling like a witch. I could tell this was her coping mechanism. She had laughed the same way when the doctor had told her the love of her life; the man who had danced with her at the balcony on her birthday had died from a heart attack the next morning. This was another of those many hollow laughs my mother gave when things were going awry. Soon enough, her laugh relapsed. Honestly, it felt like a Deja-Vu of the morning I lost Dad. Mom looked at Doria who had just returned to the living room playing the role of betrayed dutiful housewife to a fault and then back at me. I saw a drop of tear escape from the crevices of those eyes that always pretended to see all the bright and beautiful things of the universe. Mother was shattered."You are not kidding. You...have a son." I had never remembered her sounding so anxious. This s