Shouldn't Have Kissed You novel Chapter 51

Five years later...

Chris took the white T-shirt that was on the bed and wore it. After drying his hair he combed it with his hands before he looked at himself in the mirror. He was good to go, so he walked out of the bedroom. Chris walked down stairs and into the dinning table where his breakfast was waiting for him. This was Alma to him. Since the past five years she had taken it her responsibility to take care of him.

They were only two people who were living in the apartment and she cooked as if they were twenty people in that house. And she had moved in the house just to be sure that Chris was okay. That he didn't get tired or try to do anything stupid at all. His mother also wanted to move in with him and that's why he looked for a three bedroom apartment. For that reason and others that were best known to him.

Chris took one toast and served it to a plate that sat opposite to him. He also added two fried eggs and a glass of milk which was covered on top. That was the first thing that he did every time he came to the dinning table. He also took that priority first before himself. And every time there had to be a glass of milk no matter the time of the day. Chris served himself before covering the food and walking back up stairs.

It was time and he had to make sure of that. Chris knocked on the door lightly before working inside. The bed was made and he couldn't help but smile at himself. This was one of the few days that you would walk in and see this. Very few. He walked to the bathroom and opened the door and his smile grew bigger when he saw what was taking place before his eyes.

"You will never stop that, will you?" That was Alma who asked the person who stood there wrapped in a white towel.

It seemed like they had not yet seen Chris because Alma screamed this time. And that's when Chris thought of coming in between the two. Or thought of talking.

"Now if you keep on terrorising your nanny that way," he moved inside the bathroom. "She will die before you even turn six kiddo."

"Daddy, how many times do I've to tell you that you've to knock first?"

Yeah, that was always the greetings when the two of them met.

"Good morning to you too son and my night was good, thank you for asking." His son rolled his eyes at him. "And I saw that young man, besides I did knock."

Before his son could say anything Alma beat him to it. "You've to brush your teeth."

Chris looked at the old woman and smiled at her. She was all socked because of the little angel who stood there looking at both of them. What could he do without her?

"I will take it from here, nanny." Chris moved to take his son's toothbrush. "Go and get changed."

Alma excused herself and left the two of them. Chris turned to his son and gave him his tooth brush before walking to the bedroom. Alma had placed his son's clothes on the bed. He waited for him there and in few seconds he was out. This was how it worked for them. Chris would either be the one waking his son every morning and helping to take a bath or Alma when Chris overslept. But a day did he not prepare his son every morning. When he woke up late, he made sure that he was the one who dressed him up.

"I'm done." His son walked out giving his a smile.

Chris smiled back and sat on the bed. "Not yet son." He looked at his clothes then back at his son, "I've to make sure you don't smell before you put this on. Now raise you had, Prince."

"You're not going to tickle me, are you dad?"

"Since when do I tickle you?"

"Since you told me that's called tickling."

It was true. Every time he told his son to raise up hand it always ended with a tickle. And so he had to promise that he had no intention of doing that. Which was of course a lie. The two ended up rolling on the bed and his son out of breath and begging his father to stop. Of course not without a catch. Who doesn't do that anyway? Who doesn't use there kids to get what the want and not in bad way.

"Will you throw water on you nanny again?"

No...no dad, I...I won't do that again daddy, please stop."

"You keep saying that, now promise me."

"I do dad, please stop."

And he did. He could help but laugh at the look that he got from his son. He just said I love you too and began to help him get dressed. After few minutes, his son was all dressed up and they were all ending down stairs to have their breakfast. Chris helped his son sit on his chair and opened his already served food. He helped him in eating something that Prince didn't like since he knew how to feed himself. But what could he do? The kid was growing up so quickly and he didn't want that.

Who does anyway? Parents always want their kids to grow up but at the same time don't. Its like they just want them to stay kids forever which can never happen. That's God's plan and we can't do anything to stop it. Once they were done with breakfast, Alma took the utensils away before she came back with a backpack.

"Its that time of the month and a day again."

"It sure is Alma, we've to visit her again."

Chris took his son's hand and before they could walk out Alma spoke up.

"I think you should stop the visit Chris, I mean you should move on."

Chris just smiled at her and said he wished that it was that easy. And he sure did. He did wish that things were different. That he could move on from what took place five years ago but he couldn't. He just wanted to visit her every time. He just wanted to do that but he had to keep on reminding himself that his son came before anything. That his son was first before his love. Chris said goodbye to Alma and walked out with his son.

"We are visit mother today." Prince said when Chris got inside the car after he settled him at the back seat. "I will tell her how I have been a good boy and show her my drawings."

Chris smiled at his son before he started the car. "Have you know?" He looked quickly at the back. "You've been the opposite of good son."

"Its not true and mamma will know it." That was true, she will always take his side. "Do you think that she will like my drawings?"

"No, I think she will love them, Prince."

And the rest of the drive was quite. He was on his own thoughts that he never wanted his son to know about them. He so many regrets in life but he never let them come in between him and his son. He never let them define him before his son. And never wanted to loose his son for them. That was how much he wanted to protect this kid. That was how much he was will to go when it came to this kid. He would even kill himself for it.

"We are here now." He said when he pulled the car into a parking lot.

Chris killed the engine and helped his son out of the care. He hated this place. He hated the smell that it came with it. He hated even to look at the surrounding but he had no chose. He had to visit her this date. He had to be here today because this is what she chose. This is what she preferred over him and he couldn't do anything.

Chris took his son's hand and backpack and walked towards the gate. He didn't want to bring his son here and maybe today would be the last time. Maybe. That's what he kept on telling himself when he brought him here. That what he kept on saying but he always found himself back her. It was same old same but maybe this time he could do it.

Maybe this time he could say good bye forever. Maybe he could let his son grow in a heathy environment which wasn't here. He just hoped today would be the last day. The last day that he would bring his son to this damn place. As he said, his son was the first priority before anything or anyone else. He could finally move on with his life as Alma had suggested.

"Hello mamma," Prince greeted when they got there.

"Hello Maya." He also did the same.

Chris looked at her as she smiled at him and his son. How he had missed that smile. How he had missed seeing her make jokes at him and laugh at him. He missed everything about this woman and he couldn't do anything to change the past. He couldn't even do a damn thing despite all the money that he had. Its good to have money, but its useless when you've it and you can't even use it.

Chris closed his eyes fighting the bitter memories to stay where they always stayed. And that is at the back of his mind. They had to be locked there forever. But today they weren't listening to him. They're not allowing him to even breath and he was loosing it. The pain was too much that he carried inside. Maybe it was time he really let go of it. Maybe it was this time and so he gave in. He let his mind travel back to five years ago.

Kyle screamed and she screamed again and all he could do was stare at the television as if trying to process what he was seeing. His mind refused to digest anything, it refused to believe what the television said. H e didn't want to, he never wanted to and that's why he didn't even know when his feet refused to support him. His eyes had to be playing a trick on him but with the reaction around told him they weren't but still his mind refused the news.

Chris didn't know how long it took before he heard voices. Someone was calling him but the voice was not familiar to him. Nothing was anyway. And then he was shock and again on the third time it was a slap that had him noticing where he was. The television was no longer on and Wesley stood before him. His best friend had slapped it and it hurt but it help him realise what was happening. Chris got up from the floor that he sat on and took his car keys. All he thought of was saving Maya. She could die. Shouldn't dare leave him alone. And he wasn't going to let that happen. He was never ready to leave her and neither will she leave him. Never.

Of course, he didn't make it to the door before someone caught him. It was Wesley and he screamed at him. He asked him to go back to his girlfriend who needed him but Wesley never listened. He took the keys away and helped Chris inside the car. He waited for the rest to join and in no time they were at the what was a police station hours ago. Of course no one was allowed to go anywhere near that place as the fight fighters put of the fire. Families where there crying there hearts out and all that Chris saw before him was his life with Maya.

That's all he saw. A few good months of happiness that he had shared with her and then nothing. Once the fire was off you needed no one to tell you anything. The evidence was staring at everyone who was there. There was no more police station in that area. It was all nothing but ashes. That's what stared at them. It was as if it was mocking them. Like telling everyone do you worst. But what is the worst that you can do when you loose everything. When you've nothing to call love anymore?