I stayed at the gazebo for another hour as it was still raining heavily....
Looking back, on that day 20years ago... I did lose my mom but not to death yet... she was taken to the hospital but not in Seoul, but in Morocco ... Mom was hospitalized in a hospital I can't remember the name in the Capital city of Morocco (Rabat)...
Rabat, Morocco's capital, rests along the shores of the Bouregreg River and the Atlantic Ocean. It's known for landmarks that speak to its Islamic and French-colonial heritage, including the Kasbah of the Udayas. This Berber-era royal fort is surrounded by formal French-designed gardens and overlooks the ocean. The city's iconic Hassan Tower, a 12th-century minaret, soars above the ruins of a mosque.
While mom was in coma and in a vegetated state I roamed the city as a four year old....
We had an apartment behind a hotel called Dar Anime ....
it was a two bedroom apartment.. After a while mom was discharged but was still in the vegetated state so I was more or less alone but I knew I had a goal to accomplish....
And it's coming into place...
but they had to do something more to worsen their punishment...
Mr. David brought 20 men to my house suddenly and got my mom off the oxygen and went to bury her while holding me hostage...
I cried, wept and even begged but it all fell on deaf ears like what I said carried no weight...
I was then bundled back to seoul where my dad is resident with his so called family... In the same freaking house I used to know as my home.....
"You could freeze in this cold, you know that right?"
I turned slowly and saw that it was Mark walking towards me with an umbrella, the rain had reduced a bit...
"Could you just let me be?" I asked with a quizzical look...
He smirked as he said "Why are you so vile, huh? you weren't like this the last time I met you"
"Well, what do you expect from a girl who everything was taken away from, my mom was taken away from me by your dad, and my dad was taken away from me by you and your mom and you expect me to be the same as the girl you knew 20 years ago?... Please don't be funny, it doesn't suit you" I told him as I looked at him blankly...
What right does he think he has to talk to me like that... He hasn't experienced the pain I have had to experience all my life 😩 not at all..
Mark is tall, saying he is handsome won't do justice for his beauty... Ha! funny fact is that he looks nothing like my dad... He just has his mom's cat eyes and pointy nose and ears....
Ah Zoya stop analysing your enemy that way...
Mark looks speechless, it seems like he wants to say something but then he stops himself.
"Lets go inside, you could catch a cool sitting out hear" He looks concerned
for a passing moment It feels like he actually cares but I know better.
"Mark , you seem to forget that I mean nothing to you. You and your mother will be the happiest if I fall sick..so stop trying to pretend that you actually care for me and back off!!!"
Mark drew closer, stepping into the Gazebo. He closed the umbrella and sat opposite me then crossed his legs and smiled...
He looked so manly.. like I could die at that moment...
"Ahhh Chicha, Zoya would you please stop undressing him with your eyes" I said inwardly
"Jessic..."
"It's Zoya" I interrupted
"Hmmm, Fine. Zoya, I think we should talk, because I believe there has been a misunderstanding that we need....."
"Oh wow!! now there's a misunderstanding? Please cut the crap! I won't sit here and listen to you talk rubbish "
I stood up and walked out into the rain.
"Jessica!!!!"
"Jessic.... I mean Zoya!!!" Mark's voice thundered as he yelled after me...
But I wasn't going to listen to anything he had to say. I just kept walking....
I wasn't heading indoors though... I needed to clear my head and staying inside that house is so suffocating so I headed to the garden area where there was a maze....
I have never gone in there alone cause I really don't know my way around it... All the other times I have been in the maze was with my mom when I was still little so I don't remember my way around...
I hesitated for a minute... I took a deep breath and as I was about to step in, when I heard his voice
"Zoya!!! please don't go in there! it's too dangerous!!!!"
"huh 😒!! dangerous it is but if it will get me away from you then it is worth it" I yelled back...
He was about 20 feet's away and I could see from the side of my eyes that he was running... I didn't want to be are him so I took off into the maze, running without even picturing in what direction I was running....
I was mad and angry! Memories of my mom were just flooding in, how betrayed she was... how much she suffered .....
I was blinded by my tears and eventually stopped running when I hit a stone and tripped...
"ahhh!! Ouch!! Freak!! that hurts" I cried out in between tears..
"why is the universe so against me?!
what exactly have I done to deserve this?!"
I just sat on the ground crying for an hour or so....
When I had cried to my heart's content...
I decided it was time to head back inside cause the rain had intensify and I was beginning to shiver 🥶...
I stood up dusted the mud off my trousers alittle and then I looked around...
"Hell nah!"
"F*ck!!! I am lost!"
"w ha t am I suppose to do now"
I started panicking, cause I didn't know my way out of this maze and I so foolishly ran in without looking....
Well I am to blame for this right...
I headed In one direction but still came back to the place I had tripped... I did that like four times... I was getting tired and cold...
My vision was beginning to get hazy... I had no idea on what to do...
And knowing this family no one would care if I was dead or not ...
No soul will look for me ..
But I kept telling myself I can't die yet... I still have a lot to do...
"Oh someone, anyone please help me " I muttered as I fell flat unto the floor...
The last thing I saw before passing out was a figure but I didn't know if it was real or I was just hallucinating.