“Is there something wrong?’ She asked as I kept staring at the picture.
“Jeanne?” She called again, also becoming curious.
I can’t believe that lady’s Megan’s mum.
But come to think of it; could it be possible she recognised me and that was the reason she wanted me to leave when I had followed Megan home the other day?
Could it be possible…she’s someone from my past, but doesn’t want to associate with me?
I took my eyes back to Megan.
“Uhm…Megan,” I called and she rose her brows.
She clearly wanted to hear what I had to say.
“Your mum…I want to speak with her” I said and she flinched.
“My…my mum?” She stuttered and I nodded.
I took in a deep breath.
“Listen to me, Megan. There’s something you don’t know about me. I…I lost my memories and was found and adopted by the man who I take to be my father. But the truth is, I don’t have a single idea where I come from. I don’t know my family or anyone from my past.” I enthused and her eyes dilated in surprise.
“Oh, my God! Are…are you serious?” She asked bewildered.
I know I don’t like telling people about it; but right now, I need her help.
“You don’t know where you come from?” She asked again and I nodded.
“H…How did this happen? Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
I sighed and brushed my hair backwards.
“So…how does that connect to my mum?” She asked after a pause.
I clicked my tongue and leaned forward.
“I…I think your mum knows me, Megan. I mean, from my past” I said and she winced.
“Yeah. There was a day Molly and I were on our way to school and we had almost knocked her down with our car. I rushed out immediately to apologise to her, but when she saw me, she said something like:
*you’ve really become this pretty, huh?*
“And with the way she had stared at me, so confusing; it was obvious she knew me; like I could feel it”.
I paused and touched my hair.
she was staring speechlessly at me.
“I know this might sound crazy, Megan, but, I’d really appreciate it if you could help me get to her. I…I really wanna see her; get to talk to her and see if she could help me with any piece of information”.
I concluded and stared into her face, expecting a positive reply.
Oh, God! I really hope she finds it reasonable.
“Wow” she scoffed and didn’t say any other thing for a while.
“So, you…you’re suspecting my mum?” she asked.
“No, no, no. It’s not the way you think, Megan…”
“it’s alright, Jeanne.” She cut in with a light smile.
“Like I said, my mum is one of a kind. She’s weird, and I know it. And I won’t doubt it if you tell me such stuff about her.
“So, don’t worry, I’m willing to help” she said and my eyes beamed.
“You…you will?” I asked ecstatically.
I’ve always known there was something fishy about mum.
I mean, despite the fact she was my mother, I still knew she had a really huge big psst. So, I’m not exactly surprised with what Jeanne said. And besides, I really want to help her.
I couldn’t take her to the house again; no. Mum would definitely throw her out.
So, I told her of a plan- a way we could get mum to come over to the studio.
I sat, facing her, and made the call.
“Mum?” I said painfully on the phone.
“Megan?” She also called.
“Mum!” I cried.
“I really need your help, mum. Please. I can’t move. My whole body seems to be on fire and I feel like falling.”
“Wh…what’re you talking about? Where’re you?”
“I’m still in the studio, mum. Please, I really need you to come over and get me home. Please, mum” i said in a whimper and it was obvious she was already worried.
“Where the hell is your driver?” She asked.
“I’ve been trying to reach him, but he said the car broke down and is at the mechanic.
I’m so scared, mum. Please, I really need to get out of here. Take me home”.
“I can’t come over, Megan. Just…just get a cab”
“Didn’t you get me, mum? I can’t move!”.
“Well, I seriously can’t come over. Ask someone there to give you a ride.”
“There’s no one to ask!”
I bursted into tears immediately – on the phone.
But seriously, I wonder why mum’s avoiding coming to the studio.
Right from the first day I enrolled here as one of the trainees, she warned me never to involve her in anything I do regarding the studio.
“Are the Loverboys in?” She asked after a long silence.
“No” I replied quickly, although I wasn’t sure.
But, it’s been quite long I saw the Loverboys here.
But why’s she concerned about them?
She didn’t say any other thing, but only ended the call.
“is she coming?” Jeanne asked immediately, her eyes gushing.
“Of course” I replied with a smile.
I really hope this whole thing work. I really want to talk to Megan’s mum.
I stood at the facade of the studio, awaiting her to arrive.
Megan was away; so I could have enough time to talk to her before she’d show up.
I stood there nervously and finally, her car arrived.
I stood and watched as she drove in her red flashy jeep and parked a little distance from the gate.
She came out of the car, looking all gorgeous.
She was putting on a short black gown that exposed the whole of her chest, hiding just her nipples.
Then, a set of black heels and black specks on her eyes.
She was very young and pretty and I wonder what age she might have given birth to Megan.
She brought out her phone and seemed to be making a call and I guess she was trying to contact Megan.
Okay; this is my chance.
I rubbed my palms together and walked to her direction.
She didn’t look at me until I finally got to where she was and I couldn’t tell if she was surprised or not because of the specs she was putting on.
I stood in front of her, staring at her and she stared back at me.
For a moment, I was speechless.
Then, she took off her specs and I could now stare into her sparkling eyes.
“G…Good day, ma’am” I greeted nervously and she gawped at me.
She stared at me for a while and didn’t say anything; not immediately.
“Good day” she finally replied and took her eyes back to her phone.
“Uhm…ma’am; do you remember me?” I asked and she lifted her eyes from her phone and shot me a stare.
“No, I don’t” she replied simply and placed her phone on her ear.
It seemed she was calling Megan, but she wasn’t picking up.
“Uhm, ma’am” I called and cleared my throat.
“I’m the same lady that had almost knocked you down the other day. Do you remember? I had helped you from the floor”.
She sighed and brushed her hair.
“Yeah” was all she said as she continued with her phone.
She obviously didn’t want to talk to me.
“Ma’am, do you, perhaps, know me from somewhere? You look pretty familiar to me” I said.
“I’ve told you before, right? I don’t know you”.
“But…The other day, when we first met, you had said something like: *I’ve really become this pretty*
“Wh…what did you mean by that?”
She gawped at me and didn’t say anything immediately.
“Listen to me, young lady, I have no idea who you are, okay? And that day, I had only meant to say you were pretty. Whatever you heard was a mistake” she replied quickly with a sigh.
Oh, God! This woman’s really proving difficult. How do I get to her?
“Please, ma’am, if there’s anything you know about me, I’d really want to hear it. You look so familiar to me and I…I have a feeling we’ve met before” I said and hoped she’d be able to spill something out.
But, at that moment, I noticed a different look in her eyes.
She seemed to be staring elsewhere and with the way she looked, it was obvious she was surprised – scared.
I turned to the direction she was staring at and saw Alex walking with some guards, although, he was far away and wasn’t staring our direction.
I flinched and looked at Megan’s mum.
Was she really staring at Alex?
And why does she look so scared all of a sudden?
“Ma’am…” I tried calling, but immediately, she opened her car and ran in; like, her body was shaking as she did.
“Ma’am…” I called and stood by her window.
What is going on?
Before I could say any other thing to her, she started the car and took off immediately.
I stood abacked and watched blearily as she drove out the gate. She even left Megan behind.
What could be wrong with her?
Why’s she running away from Alex?
Why’s she scared of him?
Could she have something personal with him and doesn’t want him to see her?
But, what could it be?