Two Faced Lover - Episode 67

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*** SKYLAR'S POV

"So your name is Skylar Sampson, correct?"

She drawls out and I manage to nod, staring into my cup of coffee.

We had come to the cafeteria after she had asked me to come with her to have some coffee. 

I had wanted to refuse. But I couldn't . She was the mother of the man I loved after all and I wasn't about to make a bad impression on her. It was already bad that she had to find out about me when her son was in the hospital after getting kidnapped.

"Drink up. Your coffee will get cold"

her voice snaps me out of my thoughts and I look up, meeting with her eyes. Beautiful dark brown eyes were peering at me and I'm reminded of Cameron once again. I blink.

"Cameron has your eyes. They're beautiful"

I blurt out before I can stop myself. I almost cuss mentally. She smiles warmly instead..

"Thank you."

I bring the cup up to my lips and take slow sips unsure of what else to say. This is beyond awkward. God. Cameron where are you when I need you.

"Look Sky, I know you're feeling weird around me. Honestly, I am too. Considering I practically had no idea you existed until a few hours ago. My son never told me he met a girl talk less of getting married

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. I wasn't even invited to my own son's wedding"

she chuckles softly, hurt flashing in her eyes. "Ours wasn't a real wedding ma'am. Perhaps that's why Cameron never bothered to tell you. We were going to get divorced soon. I'm sorry..."

"Wait. What do you mean by yours wasn't a real wedding?!"

Her eyes were unbelievably wide. Sh*t. Shut up for once Sky. "Uhh..n..nothing... Just some stupid things I usually say when I'm nervous" 

I mutter taking more sips of my coffee. She narrowed her eyes at me and I'm reminded of Cameron. She looked very intimidating, something I'm sure Cameron definitely inherited.

"We both know that's a huge lie. I'm not going to ask you again, what did you mean by that? Is this all just a ploy? To marry my son and divorce him a few months later? Why? For money? I won't stand by and watch him get hurt for the second time..."

My eyes widen.

"No no. No ma'am, it's not that.. Believe me... It's just.."

I trail off, running a hand through my hair.

"I love your son ma'am. I really do.. It's just the circumstances under which we got married isn't like every other normal couple out there. It was supposed to be a simple court marriage where we were supposed to sign but then Cameron changed his mind last minute and arranged for a beach wedding with guests less than thirty. He married me only to help me. At the time, the father of my son who I didn't know existed because apparently, I was artificially inseminated and I had no idea.... I didn't even know I was pregnant until almost four months later"

I let out a humorless chuckle refusing to meet her gaze. For all I know, she was probably staring at me with pity or anger for using her son to gain custody of Sean. I stir the coffee with a teaspoon.

"For years I wondered who my son's father was. I never knew him. Until a month ago when he showed up demanding custody of Sean. He took me to court and I was sure to lose the case because he was wealthy and I was nothing but a school drop out who sold fruits and worked as a househelp and could only afford to get my son pizza only on his bithdays. I didn't even have a house I could call my own. I was bound to lose. And so Cameron offered to help me by marrying me. He said it would make my case stronger because we would be able to prove Sean had a stable family both emotionally and financially. And he was right. We did win. After that, Cameron didn't want to get divorced. And here we are now"

I finish my narration, biting on my lip, refusing to look up at her. "And you?"

She asks after a moment of silence. My head snaps up.

"Pardon?"

"You said my son didn't want a divorce. What about you? Did you want a divorce?"

My answer was quick.

"No. I love him too much to want to leave him"

She smiles, reaching across the table to take my hand in hers

"I'm glad you love him. He deserves all the happiness."

Her eyes were getting watery. I slid off my seat and rounded next to her, throwing my arms around her.

"I'm the one who should be glad that he loves me" 

I mutter. She pulls away after a while.

"Now do I get to meet your son? I could stay with him until the doctors bring news of Cameron's condition."

"Of course" 

I oblige and lead her out of the cafeteria, making our towards the children ward. Sean wasn't sick but they had given him a bed nevertheless, at least until the sedative he'd been given wears off and he wakes up.

I haven't heard anything about Park or Rebecca.

Whether they were alive or not, I had no idea.

All I know is they were both in operation. 

I just hoped Rebecca wouldn't die. I don't want her blood on my hands.

When we reach the ward, I push the door slowly to reveal a large beautiful room with about five to six beds. Sean lay on the bed at the farthest end.

When I reach him, I caress his face and plant a kiss to his cheeks.

If there was any good thing Park did, it was giving my son a sedative because then, I didn't have to worry about him asking questions about why Cameron was in a hospital.

I didn't want him to witness anything that went down tonight. Hopefully, by the time he wakes up, Cameron would have regained consciousness.

"He looks just like you" 

I turn to stare at my mother in law who was watching Sean. I'd forgotten she was with me. I open my mouth to reply when another person enters the room. It was Grey Sampson.

"Hello.. Can we talk Sky?"

"Go ahead dear. I'll watch over Sean"

she says before I could get a word out. Nodding timidly, I Follow my father out, dreading our conversation.

***

"Hi" "Uh..hi" 

I mumble awkwardly, staring at my fingers as he takes a seat beside me.

Who would have thought my first encounter with my father after many years would seem like two strangers greeting each other.

For years I'd dreamt of how our Reunion would be like, that's if he were alive.

I'd dreamt of how I would jump into his arms and cry my eyes out. I'd dreamt of how he would cry too and hold me tightly accompanied with a thousand kisses.

But no.

This was the exact opposite.

It was like my hopes and dreams had done a complete 360 turn. 

I nearly jumped when I felt warm and calloused hands on mine.

"I heard you're now a mother and a wife" he says softly.

"I am"

I nod

"My little one is all grown up"

my eyes snap up to meet his watery ones.

Little one. He used to call me that a lot.

"I thought I'd lost you my little one"

My eyebrows pull together in confusion. What does he mean by he thought he'd lost me?

"I lived all these years wallowing in guilt. Guilt that I wasn't there for you when I ought to.."

"Dad I.."

He shakes his head, stopping me.

"You were dead baby. After that plane crash and our supposed death, your mother and I woke up in a hospital only to be told you had died in a fire. I refused to believe it. My little one couldn't have died. Not when I was still alive..."

He trailed off shaking his head, the tears flowing. I blinked rapidly fighting back my own tears. My dad had always been my hero. My Superman as I liked to call him back then. I'd never seen him cry. But here he was, in front of me crying. Crying for me. Crying because of me. My heart broke.

"You don't know little one. You don't know what it felt like to see your burnt body in a morgue. I had to identify your body and I saw you. I don't know how but i believed it was you. I even saw the necklace you wore in your burnt hand.."

Necklace? That necklace was stolen from me long ago.

"D..dad."

"It broke me little one... To see a dead body that I was made to believe was you.. All this years...."

"Dad please stop!"

Unable to hear more of my supposed death, I throw my arms around his neck hugging him like my life depended on it. His familiar scent engulfs me and I sniff in, desperate for more.. If my father thought I was dead just like I thought he was, then no doubt this was Rebecca's doing. She was wealthy, cunning and hard hearted enough to make my father think I was dead. Why she would do that? I had no idea. And I sure as hell couldn't care now. All that mattered was I had my hero here with me now.

"Dad..my Superman" 

I sob into his chest, my body shaking with each sob that leaves my throat.

"My little one...my baby"

he pats my hair like he used to whenever I would cry. I let out a laugh through my tears

"I'm no longer little dad"

"Oh shush. You never complained anytime I called you that. Don't start now...my potty gold fish"

he mocks and I laugh some more, reminded of that embarrassing story.

"It's pretty dad. Not potty"

"Oh well, I'm glad my daughter is old enough to know the difference between pretty and potty now. Thank heavens"

he places his hand over his chest mockingly and I smile.

"I've really missed you dad. There's so much I have to tell you"

He cups my face in his warm hands and I find myself leaning in to his touch.

"I've got all the time in the world to listen baby."

I open my mouth to reply when clearing of throat interrupts us. We both turn to find Julian standing there.

"Hey.. I didn't mean to interrupt. I'll just..well.. come back later"

he turns to leave and I get up to stop him. Maybe there was news on Cameron. I must have gotten up too fast because I lose my footing for a split second and sway. Dad catches me.

"You okay little one?"

"Yea yea. I'm fine dad" I wave him off, blinking. I seem to feeling dizzy a lot these days.

"What's wrong Julian? Any news on Cam?"

"No. But I've got news on your mother"

My face falls.

"Park?"

"He got lynched pretty bad. He's still being taken care of"

"Hmm" I hum uninterestedly.

So about my...uh...Rebecca?"

"She's awake. And well, she wants to see you"

I snort

"No way. No f*cking way. Hell would freeze over before I go see her"

"Sky.."

"No Julian. No. I know women like Rebecca. One damn single bullet cannot change them. They'd rather die than change or feel any remorse talk less of asking for forgiveness"

"Skylar"

dad places a hand on my shoulder.

"Go little one. Even if it's just for a few minutes"

What?.

"Even you? Dad you.."

"I'm not asking you to go in there to cry and kiss her feet and tell her how much you love her. No. I want you to go in there and try to get all the answers to the questions I see swimming in your eyes. I know you baby. You won't get the closure you need until you speak to her one last time. Go Sky. Say whatever you want to say. Get it off your chest. All the pain you feel towards your mother's betrayal. The hurt, the frustration. Go in there and let it all out. Go in there and come out only after you've gotten your closure. Then you can finally move on without any regrets. You can even cuss at her if you wish. You have my permission"

he winks and I chuckle.

"Fine dad. You managed to convince me. Like always. I'll be right back dad"

He nods and pecks my cheeks.

Warmth fills me. 

I give him a smile and follow Julian out of the children's ward. When we reach the ward where Rebecca was supposed to be, Julian stops at the door..

"Call me if you need anything yeah?"

I nod gratefully and grab the door handle, pushing the door open.. Rebecca lay there looking pale with machines hooked to her.

"Rebecca"

I say.

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. Calling her mother would seem wrong. She was far from a mother. Far from a human even. She turns her head, opening her eyes to stare at me. A weak smile appears on her lips.

"I knew you'd come Skylar. You'll always come to me" That's where she was wrong. I came here for a season. Not for her. But for me.

"Why am I here Rebecca?". "No reason. I just wanted to really look you in the eye and tell you you're the worst mistake I ever made in my life"