Clifford’s Dancer – Episode 91

Clifford’s Dancer.

Written by Feathers.

Chapter 91

Alma.

It’s been hours now that Clifford has left my room angrily after I told him what happened between me and my friend.

Actually, I didn’t want to but he makes me look into his eyes.

Those his ocean blue eyes that makes me keep falling deeply for him.

I have no choice but to tell him everything except for what memories I remember.

Because I don’t see the need to share those painful memories with him.

Knowing fully well that if I tell him, he will still use it to taunt me in the future.

So instead I just told him she asked if I remember something from when we were little and I said some of it.

He tried asking why I don’t remember them until now but I cover that part up with a lie.

Truly, after that day of my mom’s rape, the next thing I saw was darkness and when I woke up, I woke up in the hospital.

I was asked to take up surgery for my brain tumor but couldn’t because the money they are asking for is more than what we could afford.

I kept on taking drugs since then because the doctor said it’s still early stage.

And if we can take his advice which are no shouting,no too much stress that will make me pass out.

And no surprise that will make me pass out else,I will have no choice but to go for surgery.

And since then,we have been avoiding them till date but now, the game has turned around.

I have to go for the surgery before the next two months pass by.

The doctor’s words not mine. And that what make me realize someone must have shouted at me then I passed out.

There’s no other person that can do that aside for Clifford.

I should have confronted him but I have no proof and two, I must not stress my brain.

I didn’t tell him about the paper I took from the ground also which annoys him more.

Because anytime he tried asking, I changed the topic or rather not say anything.

Not telling him that was what makes he leave this room angrily.

I haven’t checked what’s in the paper yet, so I don’t know if it’s something he is meant to know about or not.

It’s time to do some investigation about this memory of mine, I thought dragging out a seat.

I sat down then brought out my pen and jotter. I started by writing everything I remember before drawing how it happened also.

Then my mind went back to the paper,I remembered I wrote somethings there before entering the bathroom.

I opened my drawer and brought out the paper. With patience, I opened the paper without tearing it then ironed it.

So that it would be readable for me. Instead of me cracking my brain again trying to remember what I wrote there.

“F**k!” I yelled.

She must have read the title no wonder she asked me about the old memories I remember.

Thank God I didn’t tell Clifford. It’s time to get this done… TBC