Chapter 5 - Jigsaw puzzle of a brain

Cleo

One week later

It's been exactly a week since my conversation with Angelo. I didn't know how to feel after the conversation we had last Monday , and going back to mass on a Sunday instead of Saturday felt strange. I had to wrap my head around a lot of things .First of all I wasn't with the girls group at church , all I was told was that I had said; my season with them was over when things got serious between me and Angelo . Oh and little miss sunshine Daphne told me I had changed and stopped being social. I didn't like her because she thrived on gossip back then and by the looks of things , she still does now... 

I was due back home for Sunday Lunch with my mother and the twins. My mother told me we had guest coming through for lunch and I said ;I'd be on time and bring some desert. The drive was an hour long and I didn't feel like driving. When I returned back home I called a taxi. I fell asleep along the way because of the pain meds I took for my headache made me drowsy. I had another memory flashback and this time it was a good one. I had told Marc that Blake would drop my box of stuff and I would pick it up sometime during the week. I also cancelled all my meetings to focus on recovering fully. It seemed to be working. As soon as the cab pulled up the gate I hopped off and retrieved my duffle bag from the boot. As soon as the cab left I used the back door to get in and go up to my room. I didn't pay attention to the car parked on the driveway. I opened my bedroom door and nothing had changed. I went in and locked the door.

I was feeling a bit cold and I wasn't dressed for the weather. I slid off the coat I was wearing and the dress. It was ten degrees outside and I had decided to wear two layers and a coat . My room was warm so I could walk around in my room in my matching underwear. I slipped into a pair of grey winter joggers and I needed a thermal top which was in my chest of drawers . I closed the door and the mirror that was on the wall of my closet reflected a very handsome bearded man with dark blond hair and Blue eyes enjoying the view . I froze. 

" please don't stop on my account . I was sent up here by your mother, to get a sweater since I accidentally spilled coffee on mine which is in the wash."

I took a deep breath and opened my chest of drawers and yanked out one of my blue crew neck sweaters and placed it on top of the chest of drawers and took out my yellow cotton O neck hoody .I slipped on my thermal top and wore my hoody. I proceeded to give the guy the blue sweater and he met me halfway to retrieve it and wore it .

"Hey."

"Hey. You look good."

"I love the beard vibe you've got going on."

The guy looked at me intently I could scream at him for not knocking but I took the back door so, he didn't know anything about me being in the house. 

" I love what you did with your hair . You should have it natural more often. "

"Thank you Angelo."

I walked to where my hand bag was and took my phone. I slid it in my pocket and tried made my way out but. Angelo stood still. I knew he wanted to talk ,but he was blocking the door. I don't like conflict I'd rather find a peaceful solution to any problem.

When I locked eyes with him he looked tired. I flashed back to the day after we made up, three months after the twins were born. Angelo had confessed that he had trouble sleeping and he was taking sleeping pills. I opened my eyes and I did a double take. He looked relaxed and well rested. 

"Lunch isn't for another hour so can we talk?"

I nodded and walked back to the bed and sat down. Angelo sat next to me. We were looking at one of my nature pictures. I had taken a picture of a nimbus cloud with the sun shining through, and blew it up. I hung it up in my room to remind me that I am capable of great things regardless of any season or situation, someone is always watching over me.

"Have you being remembering bad stuff at all this week?"

"No Blue. "

I turned to give him a hug and he hugged me back and held me close.

"I am so sorry."

"It's okay so am I . It's probably a good thing I don't work for Paul or You. I still don't remember working for Paul."

I pulled back and climbed on top of the bed ; I still had my socks on, and Angelo slid beside me with his black socks that had angel wings. He had grown taller and leaner. I couldn't help but notice that he had gotten more bulkier. He stretched his arm out and pull me into his chest. His heart beat sounded familiar and it didn't feel strange being in his arms. It felt as if I had been there before. He took a deep breath and gently stroked my back. Damn Angelo Massa feels so good. I don't want to fight with him anymore and besides its my birthday next week Monday and I would love to have everyone I love there. Not my extended family because; we barely communicate since we were excommunicated a decade ago , but close friends and people who are real and don't pretend.

"Cleo I was wrong. I was mad at myself for what I did the night before the morning you were shot. "

I took a deep breath and propped myself up from his chest ; placed my elbow on the pillow, and cradled my face to look at him he turned on his side and placed his arm around my waist.

"What happened?"

"I went out with the guys and lost it at you when you were talking with Canetti ."

"Bryan ?"

"Yes . In the letter you left me in the morning; you told me, you suspected foul play from his side. "

"Is he clean?"

"Yes my babe he is. Rachel tried to kill you ."

I put my head down on Angelo's shoulder and closed my eyes. I strangely enough felt safe and calm with him. 

"It wasn't Rachel... she tried to protect me and your dad too. "

"what?"

" Where is your mother?"

"Down by the coast. Why?"

"your father is taking the blame for something he didn't do. I think it's a woman with a rose shaped pendant who shot me."

I started feeling a like I had a big hole in my heart .

"What else do you remember?"

" Bryan said congratulations on my pregnancy. What happened to or baby Angelo?" 

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