The next morning, Jaime woke up to a quiet house. The sun rays pierced through the tiny openings in the curtain. She turned on the bed, backing the curtains, trying to avoid the light.
But then, something suddenly popped in her mind. This was the second day or third even. She didn't know if she should be happy that she was out for a while or worried that she had never been out for so long.
The only time this had occurred was when she had lost her mother. She was out for a week.
Something must have happened, but she wasn't able to retrieve her memory.
Nonetheless, she was excited, she would just enjoy her stay . She climbed down the bed and walked into the bathroom.
She finished her morning necessities and hurried out of the room. She went straight to Damian's bedroom.
She knocked on the door.
"My prince! My Prince!... Are you in there?"
Was he off to work? Was it too late already?
She checked the time. It was 8:30 am. He was definitely off to work. She made her way to the kitchen to get breakfast, but stopped when she noticed something on the dining table.
She walked closer. It was breakfast, with a piece of folded paper beside it. Her face instantly lit up. He was just like a prince. Very soft and romantic. She picked up paper and unfolded it. It said :
Warm it up if it turns cold.
I will try to be back on time.
Jamie stood quietly with the paper in her hands. She suddenly had a splitting headache. There were flashes of memories, bursting through her head.
A female hand stuffing a paper into her little hands. It wasn't a one time thing. It happened occasionally. She could tell. It was her mother's hands.
No one had reminded her so much about her mother like he had. He was the first.
She sat down and ate her breakfast pushing out every thoughts from her mind. Not like she could feel sad, it wasn't part of her emotions.
As Jasmine's alter ego, she couldn't feel sad or even angry. Those emotions were for Jasmine. Her main role was to be happy and carefree.
She finished her meal and grabbed some fruits. She hopped on the couch in the living room and turned on the television. She thought she could just watch movies and wait patiently till her prince came back.
Several hours later, Jamie was still seated on the couch. Lights off, screen on and eyes not getting off the television.
The movie soon came to an end. She hurriedly got off the couch, running towards the stairs.
"Damn this shitty body system! "She soon got to the restroom to relieve herself.
Moments later, Jamie retreated to her room. She laid on the bed thinking. What am i gonna do now? She wanted to take a break from watching movies.
Her prince wasn't back yet. He said he would try to be back early but it was 5pm already. An idea popped up in her.
She stood up and headed to Damian's bedroom. She opened the door. The room was a bit dark as she stepped into the room. She turned on the light and it was just like she thought. So princely. With its wood tone and grey furnitures, not too furnished just elegant.
There was a black and white wallpaper, on the wall just over the bed. A child, a boy, face brimming with smiles. Jaime didn't need to be told who that was. There was clear resemblance between the child and her prince.
She looked around but there wasn't any pictures apart from the one on the wall. There had to be more pictures like that.
She steadily made her way to the study. She opened the door and the study was like it wasn't even used the previous day. The table was clear. Just a few files and his laptop. She opened the drawer just in time to see a picture in a file.
She smiled excitedly. "Found you"
She quickly brought the materials in the file. But the moment her eyes caught the person in the picture, she gasped. Her smile faded.
This face. She never wanted to see this face again.
What was he doing here!? How? How was he here?
Her heart raced and her breath quickened. She clutched her chest trying hard to calm her racing heart. She glanced through the documents.
He knew? He knew about her condition? Why didn't he say a thing?
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Damian drove into the estate. He wondered what Jaime was upto. He hadn't been able to reach her all day. And she didn't call either.
He stopped at the place he had found Jasmine that night. Something had happened that night. He was sure that it was definitely what he was thinking. Nonetheless, he drove off heading to his residence. Jasmine's safety came first.
As soon as the car screeched to a halt, Damian stepped down and headed into the building.
The living room was dark and the house was too quiet. He switched on the light but his eyes caught something.
Jaime stood on the stairs. Her usually neat hair was a bit ruffled. She was sweaty and quiet. But her eyes... They were different.
Damian already knew but he wanted to confirm "What happened to you?"
Her eyesbrows furrowed "Mr Keno?"