All Chapters of Wine Stained Lips: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

James' POV"Hello ladies" I greeted as they walked towards my car. Calla rolled her mum's oxygen tank beside her as she assisted her mother's slow steps up to the house."Hi" Calla said as they walked by me,she gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before continuing to pull the oxygen tank behind her. Her mum,who walked beside her looked at me and immediately lower her gaze."Hello James" she said. Not a hint from her tone could give away the intense curiosity between us based on our conversation from nights ago. She looked weaker than the last time I had seen her. Her arms were lanky and she wore a yellow beanie on her head. Her brows were scanty and she seemed exhausted.I followed behind them, taking the tote bag Calla hung on her shoulders and carrying the oxygen tank through the stires in the front pouch leading to the house. An art work poked out of the bag and it was like a canvas of some sort.The smell of condiments filled the house immediately we walked in."Hiiii" aunty Kathy a

James' POVI stared at the blue letters on the desk as the mystery of who sent the three of them races through my mind. It's past midnight and it's been hours since I drove Calla back home yet I still can't fathom the lore connecting the blue letters with me.The recent letter had my name written in red ink just like the last two and a paper in it. It read:Tu ne sais rienWhich translates to "You know nothing." I whispered in the dark as my fingers ran through my hair. One of the best days of my life has suddenly been replaced with crippling anxiety from a someone whose name I didn't know and whose face I've probably never seen.The vague message consumed my mind as I lurk for hidden messages in the prints. I brought the lights closer to paper hoping there was more writing in invisible ink. Alas, nothing.Tu ne sies rien,was a common phrase in France. Grandma use to say it to remind us of how vast life is and how we should be humble because we can never know everything about everythin

James' POV"There's a great chance I am traumatized from seeing dad's legs without his trousers on." I said. Vinora and I were catching up over the phone. I told her about everything, because she was my best friend. Her laughter burst through the phone as I told her about catching dad during one of his cheating escapades."What?!" a loud laughter came from the end of the phone. "Vino,in the US they call them pants not trousers" My sister, Vioner said."I haven't seen him since then,and the meeting's tomorrow." I said devastated. "I wonder why Mum puts up with him.""Probably Stockholm Syndrome... I'm so over them." She said."So what about the fashion girl? Are you guys together now?" "Yeah,but it's complicated.""What's complicated about it. It's official,it's not a situationship right?""No, we're dating." I sighed despite the tickling feeling I got from admitting she was mine and I was her's out loud. Yet,it felt like a crash waiting to happen. "It's just... there's so much going on

James' POVI could feel a heavy weight on my head as I'm being dragged into a room at the end of the passage. My eyes deemed as I struggled to stay awake, punching the air and trying to get loose of the security guard's grip on me. I pulled away from him with force as we got closer to the room. A part of my shirt began to feel loose only for me to look down to see a hole on shirt. My ripped shirt made my screams worse as the guards grip too became tighter. I wiggled,pushed,pull,and held on to furnitures,resisting to go through the doors of the room. My ripped shirt tore the more he dragged me almost freeing me from his grip. "Get in there!" He scolded and grabbed me by my collar and pushed me into the room. The room was dark,so I couldn't make sense of where I was.I rolled over the floor and laid flat,my legs spread apart,same with my hands extending into nothing and my head facing the ceiling. I laid there for a minute, making a snow angle mentally. My ripped shirt still covered in

James' POVI walked into the living room. It smelled of medicine and tea. A mixture like that of melodic poetry sonnet from a eulogy--a fine contradiction.Mrs Grayson, looked almost petrified looking at me as I stood on the front porch."James?" she said confused."Hi,Mrs Grayson. I need to tell you something,do you mind if I come in." I asked as she immediately moved from the door to let me in."What's the problem?" she asked concerned as she slowly walked by me into the living room. She sat on the one sitter coach on the left and gestures towards the triple sitter coach beside me. I looked down on the coach where a big blanket was spread with nearly no space for me to seat,I moved the blanket just enough for me fit in on it."James,it's quiet a surprise for you to show up this early in the day.""I need to talk to you" I said fidgeting before spilling out the long held thought that have wandered my mind. "I have to tell her...""You can't tell her." She objected. Her eyes were dro