253: Not Yours To Hold!

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                        Daniella's P.O.V

I don't know what I am doing. I am just here, I feel like Clara was the only one supposed to be here. Imagine she has reunited with Damien as if nothing ever happened. I don't know what other surprises he has in store for her. I am happy for her. I thought Davids was over the issue of me falsely accusing her, I stood and confessed in court for her to be free, is this how we treat people who stood for us? I know reputation is hard to rebuild. I know sometimes she goes places and she is the topic of the subject but even saying hi, asking me how I am doing?  She has changed a lot, if you look at her you would think she is a man, trust me, she has built up and his muscles are so huge. Just like Damien, but Damien is not that built like Davids. Her locks are all grown, they are tightly tamed into a neat bun.  Looks like she gets a retouch every week. I bet her mother still does them for her.  She will never allow anyone to do them, if not her mother or Annie and sometimes Brian but mostly her mother is the one who does the work.  Sitting beside her, I can still feel the smell of expensive Gucci, she never changed her perfume ever since high school. It was good for her. I wanted to look at her from the corner of my eye but I was afraid maybe I will meet his dark eyes, the eyes that are threatening to kill me while I am alive without mercy, the eyes that are waiting to torture me. She fills her plate with food, she is always eating and her son Rose has taken the habit, unlike My two babies, who are used to eating just a little but looks like Mum Vicky is not going to entertain that in her house. She will make sure you eat to your full. Everything she has to be eaten. No food is left to waste. 

            "Daniella, how have you been coupling up sweetheart?" 

Mr Black, I feared him but he doesn't look like someone to be feared, he is welcoming. I know my dad left and never told him about my whereabouts because they felt that was good for me and everyone else. I know the story is going to come back and I will have to explain where he went, which I don't know. He just said he is going but has never come back. Maybe he was fearing for his life ever since my mum and grandfather almost killed him. 

I am doing well, Mr Balck, I just hope that my modelling career will go well here. I didn't want to say that I haven't gone to college, that is something that will rise brews. I wanted to go but my first options were my two babies, Noelle and Zeke. I was saving up for them. Maybe I might take a class when I get a good modelling job and some brand advertisements. I don't want to rush things yet.

"Definitely baby girl, everything you need will be at your disposal, don't even sweat it, we love you and we will make sure that you get everything you need okay?"

They are so supportive, I don't know if they want something from me though I have nothing to give them. They are not saying it while showing some sympathy, I don't know what's happening but I feel like these are the most blessed humans on earth after Mother Teresa. 

"Hey, sir, you are not talkative like everyone else, uncle Damien told us his name and we know that we. Have two uncles now, two grandfathers and two grandmas, what about you?"

Zeke, stop it! He always blurts out, and never shuts up. This was a table and a family lunch not like the one we always have at home. We could talk anyhow and do whatever we want to do while at the table, apart from playing with food that Mirah put her hard work on. 

"Let him talk, I like him, Davids answered the question," 

I watched as Mr Black was encouraging him to do anything. I don't want them to get spoilt. Things might turn out badly, I might be forced to leave and if they are used to this life then I don't know how I will manage. 

"Rose had already introduced me, dad."

Meen, her voice keeps on getting deeper. She has the aura that comes with it and the tingling feeling is still there, will I ever get over this? Maybe I am just obsessed, but for seven years? Look at Clara who was always thinking about Damien even when dating other men. She couldn't let them touch her passionately the way Damien did because she was still clinging to the blind faith that maybe, Damien will one day come and claim her. 

I wish I had her hopes. For me, I think I should just forget about it. Davids is not going to look in my direction any soon. She is so engrossed in her work to even bother about that. I just hope she won't keep Rose away from seeing Noelle and Zeke. They have grown bonds ever since they met. Rose has taught Zeke jazz which Zeke loves very much and the play games every evening when they were apart. I wondered how this boy could know the same song that Davids loved and I was right, it was Davids who taught him everything.

I hope she will show the same love to my two babies even if they are not his. Though I doubt if she is angry that I got babies with another person apart from her. We had dreams, but sadly those dreams didn't come to be. 

"What about your studies Daniella how didn't they go?"

Fuck, I couldn't answer that question and it caught me off guard making me choke on my water and the food that I had in my mouth. I felt Davids's hands travelling on my back trying to calm me down. The coughing didn't stop. I felt like this was not going on okay. 

             "Davids, take her to the washroom and help her up,"

Vicky was again there trying to push her to me. Davids held my hands and directed me towards the washrooms that I didn't know about. When we arrived there, he opened the door and pointed for me to go in, but my guts couldn't hold up, all the food went onto her chest.

               "Are you okay?"

I don't think, maybe it's just weather change I was not okay, puking up because of being choked. It was just a bad thing that I had. Instead of removing her clothes, she took me to the washroom but not before getting me a bottle of water that was placed outside the bathroom. She opened it quickly and helped me to drink it. Holding my back, I felt the cold chills again. She made sure I took enough of it before removing the bottle from my mouth. She looked for some tissues and helped me clean up quickly without even looking at me. Her suit vest still had my puke and she didn't bother to wipe, she was on me the whole time.

I was clean but she went on grabbing other tissue to clean me up, I grabbed her hand this time and held the tissue wiping her suit vest. The moment my hands were placed on her chest, I just wanted to place them there forever. I couldn't remove them, I wiped the puke but suddenly she became stiff, removed my hands and stood up from where we were. 

I wanted to look at her eyes in the mirror while she was washing her hands and luckily our eyes locked. 

Do you hate me that much? I wanted to know why she was not talking to me or telling me anything useful. We are in here all alone, she can tell me about it. I know I messed up Davids, but please, just say even hello to me. 

She looked at me in the mirror and raised her brows, the scar on his brow drew a perfect arch. 

"Did you come from where you were to say hello? I don't talk to people's wive unless I find myself back in the prison again."

What's even wrong with her, why is she telling me this? I didn't come here for her, I came here to work hard for my babies. Why is she so adamant? Is that why you can't talk to me because I am married, Davids? When did it come to this?

"The day I wanted to save you and tell you that your dad is alive but turns out I was trapped so that I can be framed for rape and assault. I don't want to be messed up again. I am building my reputation so much that I don't want another stain on it."

She stood by the mirror and wiped her hands, leaving the towel she turned, not even looking at me, but straight at the door. 

She walked out but I wanted her to know that I have nothing against her. I grabbed her hands and she looked down at me and then at our hands. 

          "That's not for you to hold anymore, someone else does it."