Jules Part 3

It has been hours since Jules locked herself in her room, it was already late evening, I have been knocking for a long time without any response, even Naomi was tired of trying and asked me to retire to my room. Crying and screaming noises were heard, instead of going anywhere, I choose to sit there leaning against the closed door, waiting for Jules to come out. I kept on apologizing and pleading her to come out, my throat felt dry, yet I kept speaking with Jules, saying motivating words to her, making sure she was safe behind the door. Sometimes she replied with annoyance, sometimes there was long silence. Neither of us have touched a single slice of bread since morning. This situation made me rethink regarding my own life decisions, I have been running away from my own past, how was I supposed to preach Jules regarding facing her traumas, when I couldn't do it myself?....I sat there quietly for some time, my stomach growled due to hunger.

Me: Hey….Jules….what if….I accompany you and we face our traumas…. Together ?.....(I gulped my spit while old memories flashed in front of my eyes, Hana sis's blood covered body was still a trigger for me, my throat felt choked and my hands trembled at the thought of it)

Jules: (she opens the door as I fell on my back, she lowered her eyes to look at me as I lay there covered in sweat) Stop messing around with me.

Me: I am not messing with you or making fun of your situation. (I said in a serious tone while standing up)

Jules: Y….You will really come with me?..... (She asks in disbelief)

Me: (I nodded slightly) Yes….I decided to stop running away from my situation and face the reality. (I bit my lower lip, as my eyes sparkled with determination, Jules blinked slowly trying to process my words) I…I cannot tell you in details, but….I ended up ruining someone's life….t-that person loved me but….I….(I started panting) because of me…..blood…..(Jules hugged me tightly helping me to calm down)

Jules: It's fine….you don't need to tell me. (She said smiling then her stomach starts growling loudly making her face turn red with embarrassment)

Me: (I laughed softly) Let's eat something. (My stomach growled in agreement)

We both laughed over the silly stuff before sitting for dinner. Jules ate for sometime before sighing.

Jules: My mother wants to meet me…..(she said blankly) but I am scared…..I….I ruined her whole life….(a single drop of tear rolled down from her eyes as she stared aimlessly lost in her own thoughts) you know….that moment keep on repeating in front of my eyes ...that bloodstained knife….my screams…. Father's lifeless body…..my mother standing there in shock...(she gulps her spit) each day was like hell in that house. (I stroked her back while quietly listening to her) my father used to return home drunk, reeking of alcohol….always in bad mood….lose money everyday in gambling, then take out that anger on my mother and me…. Anything he could find, belt, shoe, utensils, nothing mattered to him. Like a psychopath he used to laugh watching us suffer…..a disgusting moron. (She sighed) then next morning when he used to be in his 'senses', he used to apologize saying he would stop drinking, and cry begging mother to stay, I was a kid who didn't understand anything, too innocent to know the reality. My mother, she tried enduring all this….just for my sake. He used to snatch the money that she earned for the family, many times we had to sleep hungry just because of his gambling addiction, I heard, he wasn't like this initially, rather it happened after he lost his job. (More tears rolled down from her eyes as she wiped them using her sleeves) My mother's patience broke…..one day he returned after losing everything in gambling, even the house….. someone gave him the idea that if he sells kidney in black, he can earn a lot of money easily. He wanted to sell both of our kidneys, an heated argument took place in between my parents…..I was crying and trying to stop their fight. My father….he pushed me hard, my head hit against the wall and I laid on the floor, blood came out from my head, it felt cold….my eyes were blurry…..(her hands trembled due to agitation, her forehead was covered in sweat) I don't remember anything after that…..when I woke up, I was laying in hospital bed with my head wrapped in bandage. Later I came to know that my mother stabbed my father to death and got arrested, s…she was just….t-trying to p-protect me...w-why w-would t-they…..(she chokes while crying loudly)

Me: (I hugged her tightly) It's fine….you are safe now…. Don't cry…..we all are here for you…..

Jules: (she nodded slightly while trying to calm down before continuing) my mother was sent to prison, and my aunt started raising me. I never tried meeting my mother after she was put behind bars, this guilt always bothered me. (Her eyes was red) yesterday, my aunt called me, and said that, m-my mother was sick, and wanted to meet me ….but….I am scared…..I don't want to meet her….I am worried that I would disappoint her. She sacrificed her happiness for me, but what did I give her in return? Lifelong of grief and regrets?

Me: She doesn't regret shits, she did everything for her daughter, don't belittle her sacrifice by saying such words. (I frowned) Just be happy, and healthy, that's all she wants from you. (I said while kissing her forehead)

Jules: But….what if she feels disappointed?....I am scared…..(she bites her lower lip)

Me: You will understand once you visit her, so stop worrying about it and meet your mother. I am sure she is getting desperate to see you. (I squeezed her hand) Don't make her wait anymore…..I will be there with you.

Jules: Are you sure? (She asked wanting to be reassured)

Me: (I nodded) Yes, don't worry.

Jules: Thank you….(she hugged me tightly)

We slept together that night and from next morning started packing our luggage and preparing to visit Japan. I was waiting in front of the school gate, to meet Lotte and inform her regarding my plans when Christina approached me. She was alone today, and seemed embarrassed.

Christina: Hey….(she says in a murmuring tone) Listen….I gave it a thought and felt…..that day….I was wrong…..so….I…..I-I am….s….s-sorry….(her face turns red with embarrassment)

Me: (I glanced at her and smirked) I didn't know, that our gangster was actually a softie.

Christina: Shut up!! (She grinds her teeth while glaring at me) I am being considerate, so listen carefully and leave that worthless team, even the director's son is on our side, and once my brother returns, he would make you cry.

Me: I don't know who this director's son is, and neither do I give a fuck about your brother. Do you even have a personality except for following your brother? (I said raising my brow)

Christina: You will regret this….(she says in a low voice before walking off)

To be continued....