Don't Poke Your Nose

Sarah's POV:

Jacob left, saying he had an emergency in the office. I walked to Kim's room and stood by the door.

I could see Anthony brushing Kim's hair with his hands while she was sleeping. Then I looked at the glass, and it was empty. She must have drunk the content.

So I turned and walked back to my bedroom before sitting on the bed, took out the phone, and called my mom, "Mother." I said once it got connected.

"How are you doing, dear?" she asked, and I smiled.

"I am fine, mother. How is everyone in the community?"

"The doctors are doing their best; we will be fine. And also take care of yourself; I need to go now. I am in a crowded space," mother said before ending the call.

I sighed and looked around the room, pulled out the drawer, and found some drawing papers and a pen.

I took them to bed and thought of Josh's idea; the kid was just so smart.

I moved my pencil, trying to draw a perfect jersey for their basketball game.

It was more than an hour, and I didn't raise my head. My back already hurt a lot, so I raised my head and jolted in fear when I found a figure leaning by the door.

"It's you," I sighed, and Anthony nodded.

"Can I come in?" He questioned me, and I nodded. He walked in and looked around.

Then his gaze moved to my drawings; he picked them up and looked at them. "Since when do you draw with straight, smooth lines?" Anthony asked, and I bit my lip nervously.

"I…uhm, I decided to change my drawing style."

Then he sat on the bed next to me. "This jersey is good; give me the pencil," he said, and I handed the pencil to him.

He shaped the neck from round to V; I had to admit it looked nicer this way, and then he added some folds at the side. "You draw so well." I was surprised; I thought he only runs a company and doesn't design.

"I taught you how to draw, remember?" He chuckled, and I was curious.

"I don't; can you enlighten me?" If I asked Elma, she wouldn't tell me.

"Your dad wanted you to go for an internship in Paris, but to be selected as an intern, you had to pass the test. You wanted to be a designer but didn't know how to draw so well," he smiled.

"So your dad asked for my help in training you."

"How old was I?"

"Fifteen," he said before taking another clean drawing sheet.

"How about you draw a cheerleading outfit?" Anthony suggested, and I nodded. That was a genius idea.

"And I like this one; we will have it designed," he said, talking about the basketball jersey.

"When you taught me to draw, what type of person was I then?" I wanted to know if Elma has been this way since childhood or if she became this way because of certain situations.

"Sweet, your words held great power. You were a fast learner and also a crybaby. Most importantly, you were a very curious person; that's what led to us," he was explaining, but it seemed he was in his world.

He must love Elma so much; his love for her was genuine. I could see how much he was shattered every time I reminded him of the divorce.

"Curious?"

He looked at me for a while before clicking his tongue. "I am going back to the office." He stood up, and I nodded.

"I wish you the best of luck in handling the event," he added before walking out.

"Was he Elma's first love?" I fell on the bed as my thoughts kept running wild.

"Was Elma curious about sex? Is that why she got pregnant at sixteen?"

Then my phone rang. I checked the caller, and it was Elma's mom. She had asked me to ignore her family, even if it was so hard for me to ignore a mom.

I couldn't do it anymore, so I picked up the call and placed the phone by my ear. "Let's meet tomorrow and talk better; we could go shopping as well," she said, and I chuckled. Her mom was so kind.

"Don't be angry; just say yes, okay?" She kept on insisting, and I finally gave in.

"Of course"

*

I spent the whole day drawing designs for the KC event. I checked the time, and it was already 7 p.m.I haven't eaten anything or even freshened up. "Omg."

I felt alive while designing because that I had forgotten about other stuff. The first thing I did was go check on Kim. I walked to her room and was happy to find her on her bed, watching a movie. "Are you okay?" I questioned her, and she looked at me before taking out her headphones.

"I checked my phone, and I had a call, and it was answered. Who answered the call?" She asked with so much boldness—wasn't she nervous or a little scared that I found out about her boyfriend?

"Mother, you shouldn't poke your nose in my affair; now Kelvin isn't replying to my messages," she scolded before standing up.

"What did you say to him?"

"Why isn't he picking up my call or replying to my messages? He never does that." A teardrop ran down her cheeks. Was she so in love with the guy that she would automatically lose her mind if he didn't call her for a day?

"Answer me, Elma Wistold." Kim kept scolding, and I was left with widened eyes. How could a child be this disrespectful?

"You are afraid that I am going to be a bitch like you?"

"Kimberly!!!" Anthony scolded from the door. He walked closer and raised his hand, ready to slap her when I held it quickly.

"Don't," I said; she wasn't feeling well, and hitting a kid was the worst way of solving a problem.

"I had asked you who Kelvin was, but you closed that matter. Now you call your mother a bitch all because of him?" Anthony asked in disbelief, and tears rolled down her cheeks.