Alex and Uyenie Back Story Part 2 (Leaving)

So I continued to babysit him and raise him. I made loads of mistakes: taking home boyfriends and doing naughty things to them while Alex was “asleep”. But all in all, it was a good time. I would always have to sleep with him, or else he’d stay up all night.

One day, when Alex was nine, he had to leave with his parents to somewhere. I would have collected enough money to get my own place and go to college to be a plumber. When I woke up that day, Alex had drawn a face on my arm.

“I’m gonna get you for this, Alex!” He jumped out of bed and ran out the door. “Don’t think you can run from me! Get back here! Listen to your babysitter!” I ran after him, picking up the wooden back scratcher with me. “Don’t make me use this!”

He was a slippery kid, but I tackled him to the floor. As punishment, I locked him up in a garden shed. He was screaming and clawing at the door.

“Don’t draw on people when they sleep! You got that?” Then he was quiet. I knew Alex wasn’t a bad kid, so I opened the door. I found him sitting on the floor with his head buried in his arms. I sat by him.

“Hey, Alex, what’s wrong?” I made a small effort to move his arms out.

“Nothing. Nothing’s wrong,” he sniffled out. Tears started forming into his eyes.

“Hey, come on. You can tell me. Let’s go inside first.” I carried him back into the mansion and set him by the piano. He always felt better after playing. He stared at the keys, got comfortable on the bench, and gently lifted his hands onto the piano. I sat on the couch right beside it and watched him play. His face turned from sad to indifferent as his fingers scaled up and down the instrument. Then he stopped and stared at the keys as tears started falling from his eyes.

“Alex! What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” I walked over to him and sat by him on the bench. He wouldn’t look up at me; he just stared at the keys.

“Daddy says we have to go.” He paused and looked up at me with those watery eyes. “He said you can’t come with.” Tears bursted out of his eyes. “I don’t want to leave!”

I looked at him, shocked. I had no idea he would be that devastated with this, but I guess I did raise him. “Alex, don’t cry. I don’t want to see you sad. I want to remember you happy.”

“I don’t want you to go away! I, I love you.” He starts crying on my shoulder.

“Hey, Alex, we’ll meet up again one day, I promise we will. I love you too. We’ll meet up.” I kissed him on the head. Of course when I told him I loved him back then, it was a motherly love. I never thought I’d end up marrying him. He cheered up. Then the car came for him to go to the airport, and I was left there to pack my stuff and leave.