Chapter 4
GRACE, O LORD
That's Time skipped...
That day after meeting Anastasia at the bar, I followed her to a mansion that she was staying in. She turned around like she knew I was following her and with a dark glare, tells me to leave. I wanted to comfort her but don't know how… She made it tempting to embrace her, even though she was very mad. But in the mansion, Grace's voice was in the background:
"Mommy's home! Mommy's home!" All kinds of tensions snapped, and it was just like two strangers staring at each other. Anastasia broke our eye contact stare, and went to pick up Grace.
"I'm sorry Ana, I was trying to put her to bed. But Grace insisted on waiting for you." A blonde older woman comes out of the mansion. She saw me and then looked at Anastasia.
"Gracie, girl, let's go back inside and have your mommy talk to the man outside." Grace shook her head and saw me.
"Oh! That's daddy from the airplane." Anastasia suddenly spoke.
"Grace. What did I tell you? He's not your dad." Grace pouts. Anastasia picked Grace up, and without another word to me, she walked inside the mansion. As she turned around, Grace's auburn eyes kept staring at me, almost like those eyes were my father's. The blonde woman walked after Anastasia, but before turning away, she called out:
"Go to your woman, Anastasia isn't available for you. You J***!" I opened my mouth to respond, but nothing came out of my mouth. The blonde woman went back inside the mansion, and I gave up and walked away.
A few days later, I decided to go to church since a bunch of my co-workers from the conference are Christians. As the priest read some holy scripts, the one thing that kept repeating was Grace, and how that reminded me of the little girl with her ruby red eyes. That night, I was out partying with the same co-workers and they somehow got me drunk. I remembered dialing a number but soon realized that my fiancée was on the other side of the line. I told her everything about Anastasia, how that daughter of hers just looks so much like my father… I didn't know that I spilled a bit too much information to her. But Kagura was unusually calm in her voice. She would pounce if I said anything about another woman... It got be a bit uncomfortable.
"Kagura? Are you alright?"
"I'm never better. Why?"
"Well, I did tell you about Anastasia and how that daughter of hers could be my child."
"Um... you never said that it was your child. It's just a possibility. Either way, you don't have to worry. With the information you told me, I'm sure I can find out."
"But..."
"No buts my dear. Where are you anyways? It sounds like loud music and people shouting in the background."
"No biggie. I'm here with a bunch of co-workers."
"Okay. Just take care of yourself." As I hung up the phone, I suddenly needed to vomit.
"Dude, I gotta go. I'll see you in the morning." I told one of my co-workers, that guy nodded and I left. As I'm walking zig-zag to my car, I had to stop and throw up. *Thrown up* uh, great! My white shirt! I thought, it was full of muck and beer. I looked around, and fortunately, no one saw that. I quickly got into my car and drove away. Never again, am I drinking at this bar.