Cassandra felt her whole world collapse, she glanced at the paper in front of her and looked up at the serious face of Dennis.
Right now, she knows that the truth has been let out to Dennis and lying to him won't be good at all.
With agony in her heart, she closed her eyes and looked down, her eyes unable to look at Dennis face.
"Yes, I know who your mother is, Dennis". She confessed and her heart shattered into pieces.
Dennis, frozen at where he stood, he stood straight, his shocked wide eyes fixed on Cassandra who didn't look up at him, with the guilty look on her. Dennis knew that Cassandra knew all along and didn't tell him, the realization alone broke his heart into pieces. <
Dennis started a Cassandra speechless, he never knew that he was a stolen child, no one told him about this.He glared deeply at Cassandra with tears in his eyes. If he is kidnapped, his parents must know something about this, they only told him that he is their foster son and nothing else."What is the name of my father?" He asked Cassandra who looked up at him.She looked like she was thinking deeply to remember his name, "His name is John Dutch" she replied and Dennis eyes some in shock.He looked at Cassandra as great shock filled his body, his ears unable to believe her words because John Dutch is no one else but the name of his foster Mafia father.
Mrs Johnson quickly let go of Cassandra's grip and stared at her daughter with stunned eyes. Cassandra could see her mum's face suddenly turn white as a ghost, her face not leaving her daughter."You mean you have seen Kate's son?" Her mother asked still in shock, her eyes not leaving Cassandra who nodded in affirmation.Mrs Johnson glanced at the door expecting whoever it was to walk into the house, "Where is he?" She asked as tears slowly appeared in her eyes.Cassandra looked down at the ground and back to her mother's face, she shook her head, "He isn't here with me mother but you have met him".Mrs Johnson stared at her daughter so confused, she couldn't understand Cassandra at all and w
"How could you let him leave Italy and come here to the US" Mrs Johnson said on the call, she glanced at Cassandra who slept peacefully on the couch."You don't expect me to keep him captive for so many years Vivian, Dennis is now an adult and he can detect for himself. It has been years since you helped me take him out of the hospital twenty five years ago but right now, I don't have any other thing to do anymore to keep him from doing what he wants". John Dutch responded as he smoked his pipe slowly."But you shouldn't have" Mrs Johnson snapped with anger,"Now things are so messed up because my daughter is in love with him without knowing that he is no one else but her nephew" she fired back, glanced at Cassandra and was happy that she is still asleep.
"He said he doesn't want me anymore...""But why?""I wouldn't know his reason behind that! He said nothing to me, but 'I'm tired'!""Oh no girl...""I think I'll go over to meet him again to find out his reason""No girl, you shouldn't do that!""But I need to know.. I really need to know!!!""I understand... but--...""No, you don't understand. I just can't live without him. He's my life!""Of course not girl, he'
Shocked at his expressions. His hair tickled my face, making me chuckle. I cringely avoided his gaze. I wanted to act cool, mature and slightly pissed off for a while, but a chill ran through me when I thought of the tiny, sexy smile he gave me. I simply glanced up at him, his eyes gleaming in amusement as he stood, looming over me. But he wasn't smiling anymore. I gasped in shock."Of course baby... I'm doing great! Am I not looking good to you..?""Really..? If you were, would I be asking..?His statement didn't sit well with me. I wanted to slap the grin off of his face, but instead I closed my eyes, pretending to be upset."Hey baby! Please don't start now, okay. I'm doing just fine..." He said
"I wish our friendship is for real. I wish I could meet him in person. He seemed so nice each time I saw him.""That's just a product of your illusion Cilia! He's not really existing.""Oh no Melinda, I don't think so.""Of course he doesn't. He w-....""Oh please... Don't even go there! He seemed so real." I paused, glancing around as I felt a sudden air passed me. "Well, you won't understand.""Come on girl, go get dressed, let's go grab some..... Well, It's almost lunch time already, let's grab a quick bite." She paused. "Do you remember Sanny?""Which if the Sanny's?"
The brightness of the weather was cool and foggy; the sky had a greyish turquoise tint, like the silt in the buckwheat straw of a wagon. Snow had fallen during the night, and its warm damp was now sticking to the seams of the sea. Not a breath of wind stirred the quiet air. It was very still, but a draft would blow across the street and make a little flurry of feet on the sidewalk.Completely forgetting about the people who brought me to the beach, I slowly walked around the dense pine trees on the western side of the street, taking stock of the quiet street, my gaze still fixed on him, until I saw him sitting alone, across the narrow gap of a building, with a newspaper spread on his laps. Walking closer to him, I made sure my gaze was planted on his face, hoping not to miss a single moment of him.As I walked closer, he pulled
Melinda left Sanny and me to go get some snacks, just for reasons best known to her, because we already had enough to take. Staring at the cup of popcorn in my hand, Sanny shoved his hand into his pocket and brought out a face towel. He gently wiped my tears and I thanked him, exchanging a few warm smiles. He handed me back the moistened towel with a wink once he started eating my snack. At that point, I felt so relaxed with his presence, and smiled. With a stop to get more popcorn, for he had already almost finished mine, he engaged me in a quick round of conversation. I was blown away by the fact that he didn't just know how to ask me questions, but actually seemed to know a lot about me. All thanks to Melinda. "Alright guys, time to go home!" Melinda returned with some bags of packaged goods for our lunch.