A Guest From The Past

Peeping through the tiny hole from inside, Ciara spotted a familiar face at her doorstep, holding a flower bouquet. He was dressed in a dark suit as though he were heading for a dinner date. It was a face that brought back old memories. 

He was the last person Ciara expected to see at that crucial time. This was the moment Ciara wished it was Derek. She felt that his presence was more significant than the person outside. 

"I can't believe it's Walters that's standing outside my doorstep. He is even dressed in a suit. What exactly does he want from me? I thought I would never set my eyes on him ever again. Why didn't he reach out to me personally? 

For crying out loud, it's 8:20 PM. Is he that jobless?

Doesn't he have important places to be at this time? Why come to my house? What if my Father was around?" Ciara lamented in a low tone. 

Too many mysteries surrounding the presence of Walters, her ex-boyfriend. 

They haven't spoken to each other since Walters called off their relationship a few weeks ago. 

To worsen it all, he didn't bother to text nor call Ciara to confirm her well-being.

 His decision made Ciara believe that he never loved Ciara. Only for him to show up at the dying minutes when Ciara wasn't even expecting him. 

Quietly, Ciara went to sit on the couch. She lacked the guts to speak to Walters. If she had the opportunity, she would definitely call the cops and order the arrest of Walters. 

"He came when my life has become so complicated with the coopers. How on earth am I going to handle this trauma? Oh no, this can't be happening." Ciara asked herself. She hasn't been this confused all her life. 

She wants to yell at Walters to leave. At the same time, she doesn't want Walters to know that she was home. 

"What am I going to do about Walters now? I don't want to see him. Neither do I want to have anything to do with him ever again. This might prove to be a hard nut for me to crack," Ciara cried. She tried racking her head for ideas but nothing was coming. 

"Hello, who's there? 

I want to speak with Ciara.

It's time-sensitive that I do that," Walters called from outside as he landed a soft knock on the door. 

Ciara tried her best not to respond. She covered her mouth to stop the words from coming out. She could barely walk out to her room because she feared that Walters might hear her footsteps from outside. 

She tried calling her Father to seek help. Suddenly, she hesitated and figured that was the fastest way for Walters to know that she was home

In the absence of ideas, Ciara decided to stay calm. She hoped that Walters would get tired of waiting and walk away with that flower bouquet. 

To think that Ciara hasn't seen Walters dressed up in that way before. For once in Ciara's life, she could barely recognize Walters. 

She didn't know him to be that romantic. But tonight, Walters brought his A' game knowing that he had something to prove. 

"Ciara, I know you are in there already.

You don't have to pretend. Please come open the door. I've seen you from the window. We had a lot to discuss. I also promise not to waste your time. You are not gonna regret speaking to me either," Walters promised. He sounded rather convincing. 

 "He did what?" Ciara exclaimed in shock. She widened her mouth astonishingly in a fly catching position. It took her a couple of minutes to realize that. 

"How on earth did he?" Ciara paused. She knew it was time to reveal herself and stop the hide and seek game. 

Walters was making moves that Ciara wasn't familiar with. If they never dated in the past, Ciara would have assumed that Walters was an assassin. 

She dropped her phone on the couch and aborted the mission to call her father. He was the last person Ciara expected to show up for thee considering the last fight they had. Kelly would think that Ciara is trying to lure him home. 

"So what do you want? I can't recall asking you to come. Please leave! My father is home. I don't want him to find you outside. Of course, you know what's going to happen if he finds you there," Ciara lied just to scare Walters away. She knew that at the mention of her Father, Walters would take to his heels without looking back. 

"Nice try, Ciara. 

We both know your father isn't home. If he was home, you wouldn't be kicking me out. He would be doing that himself," Walters answered to counter Ciara's claims. Even after the break up, he still understands her better than anyone. 

"Son of a bitch. 

He caught my tricks,"

Ciara snarled. Things weren't going as planned, and she wasn't pleased with it. 

She thought that Walters was going to be a walk in the park for her. Unknown to her, he was a few steps ahead of her. 

"I heard that, Ciara. 

You might not want to address your love interest in that tone of voice," Walters spoke from outside. He giggled to joke about what he said.

Gone were the days when he would have yelled at her for calling him son of a bitch. 

"Shut the fuck up, Walters. You weren't supposed to hear that," Ciara raised her voice at him. She was lost for ideas on how to make him leave. 

"For the records, we aren't lovers. I would appreciate it if you stop addressing me as one," she warned Walters. 

"Fine! I'm sorry I laughed. I thought I should spice things up a bit," Walters apologized. Something that had never happened before. 

Ciara glared at the calendar to be certain what time it was. The Walters she knows would never apologize even if he's wrong.

 Seeing him behave that way, she figured that Walters might have something important to say to her.