Page 62 of Blinded By The Sun
King
It feels odd to have other female friends around me. I smile as we chit chat and eat. Kenna introduced me to her best friend, Elani. It was both odd and intriguing that I related with these women. Elani was a bartender before she met the love of her life, Ales. Kenna is a schoolteacher who is with someone who in school they sort of teach you it’s morally wrong being with him. “Can I ask you guys a question?” I start.
“Shoot,” Elani says.
“If you have a past, sort of like something that you just remembered in your subconscious, how do you go about it? Like dealing with things?” I ask.
Elani looks at me for a moment, then at Kenna and then back at me. “What is it you remembered?”
“Just something that I never thought I would. Like it feels like it’s from another life, but that’s not possible and I know it isn’t. Not the whole other life thing but more of, how would you remember something? I know according to science, when someone passes, that’s it. There’s no coming back. There’s no this and that but then the other part of me, the non-practical side of me understands but it hurts. I’m hurt.”
Elani gives me a look as if she understands, but how can she. “Talk through it. Slowly process what’s going on, that’s the only way.”
I shake my head. “That’s the thing, I don’t know what to say or how to say it. I feel crazy and ready to bang my head against a wall just so I could forget it, but I have this feeling that I won’t ever be able to.”
“Take a deep breath, girl. In and then out. Look,” Kenna begins. “I may not understand what you’re going through, but I feel like this is the same thing Elani went through and so did Paris. I wasn’t there for Alex’s moment, but I think… You might be like them. You might be like the rest of my group of people here.”
“What do you mean?”
Elani comes over to sit next to me. “This isn’t the most ideal place to talk about this but know this, I also went through what you’re going through. I wasn’t written in history, but I am and will always be Achilles’ woman. We’re both reincarnated.” My eyes widen, but she doesn’t stop talking. “It’s a hard pill to swallow especially for me. It was not a simple thing for me to believe, but I did because I did it, I sacrificed to be here with Achilles, and I’d do it again. As for Alex, he was what you would know as Paris of Troy and that’s what the weirdo announces himself as so. Paris, his son was Alexander the Great and for the final reveal, his son’s fiancée was once Isidora, Paris’s lover and biggest enemy. She killed the woman he loved. I’m talking burned down an entire village because she hated him that much.”
“Wow.” Is the first thing out of my mouth. “I have so many questions and now, I feel like me and Ciro’s past isn’t that big of a deal.” I nervously chuckle.
“You talking to someone who understands can help, by a lot. There were things I was still suffering with, but when I came clean to my best friend, a weight lifted off my shoulder. Who were you guys, if you don’t mind me asking?”
I take a deep breath in and exhale like I was advised to. “I was Helena, and he was Demetrius.” I confess.
“Which Demetrius?” Elani and Kenna ask at the same time.
“They’re the same. People just didn’t know that because Shakespeare never revealed it in his tale. But I am Helena and he is Demetrius, the man that I would’ve and gave all my life to. Son of Zeus.”
“Holy shit…” Kenna says. “This is every script writer and English teacher’s dream come true.”
I look at her and her face is so excited, you would think I told her I added her to my will. A will, I won’t ever touch because I don’t want my dead grandmother’s guilt money. She’s the reason my mother is dead. My distraction is momentarily lived as I hear a commotion and I feel as Bobby jumps over me and Elani while another guard shields Kenna. “Get down!” Bobby yells.
Have you ever heard multiple gunshots? At first, it takes you by surprise because you don’t realize what’s going on until it’s too late.
A bullet zips right by me, but it misses me because my back hits the hardwood floor of the restaurant hard. I go down with an oomph but there is a lot of blood and I scream out trying to figure out who was shot. “Elani! Kenna!”
“We’re fine! We’re fine! Just stay down!” Kenna barks out orders and I now recognize the mob wife in her.
“Bobby?” I call out to him. He doesn’t respond, even though he’s on top of me. I sniffle. “Bobby? Oh God, no, no… Bobby!” I scream out.
He groans. “Stay down! Boss—cough—is—cough—on—cough—the—cough—wa—.” But that’s all I get out of him. I hold him to me. God, please, please don’t take Bobby from me. He’s like the big brother I’ve never had before. Please. Just this one person and I promise to be a wonderful sister to him. I’ll take care of him. I promise. I promise.
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