On getting back to the hotel, I checked in with the attendant who offered me my key after giving me welcoming home greeting, I wasn't as lit as always, right now, though I am trying to get back on track after what happened today, I was still left in turmoil, I was still living in my thoughts, not knowing how to take all this lightly like just a natural strike that everybody will meet on his own appointed time. 
“ The lady is upstairs, the one you registered as your trustee....”, the attendant said, I wanted to just continue moving without speaking about the information, but right now, I am in a point where everything about me is real, I just lost my father, I also talked down on my brother and thirdly, I don't know where he was now.
“ Look dear, I never said I F**king trusted anyone, that's the name you guys decided to tag those using the room in place of those that rented it, I am not trying to be rude, but here's the bl**dy truth, I don't f**king trust myself too.... Thank you ”. I walked away from her and headed to the staircase, ignoring the elevator.
I unlocked my room, I went in, Jackie was lying on my bed, eyes on me as I walked in, she stood up and greeted me, welcoming me into my temporary home. I might be pissed off at a moment, but channeling my anger to an innocent person is what I can never do, rather I will let him or her know that I wasn't in the mood for a company, just want to stay alone.
She went in and brought me a glass of water which was reserved close by incase someone was thirsty, she served me the cup of water, that's when I realized that I haven't drank any since today and I never realized it, my throat became dry all of a sudden and I drank down the glass of water.
“ Again...”.
She brought me again and again for the third time, after she returned to the bed, I was already lying down, eyes staring up to the ceiling, taking in the design of the ceiling into my memory, she didn't act all playful like she used to whenever she came, I didn't care about it though, but I believe that when spoken of being observant, Jackie is one of the best I have ever come across.
She laid down on my side, her head placed on my chest as her fingers began playing on my abs, “ I believe in you Jones, you can handle this....”, that was all she said, which drew my attention out of the ceiling to her, I can only see the center of her hair looking down, her face hiding from me, this time wasn't because she was shy, but because of the way she positioned.
“ I don't know what I did today, I don't know whether I did the right thing or the wrong, I don't know whether the scenario played well or not, he was in pain and agony while I still lashed out on him ”, I said to her, eyes back at the ceiling.
“ He might've done something for you to react that way, he too should have known you were in pain too, you have been trying to look out for him but his waving all that away, you're going through the pain of seeing your adopted Father in prison, you have paused your Life in other to help him in....... ”, “ My Father is Dead....”.
That came out from my lips suddenly, more like it escaped from my lips, I was now zipping my lips for the bomb I just threw at her, she didn't speak, she sealed her lips too, remaining in the same position she was in with no form of shock, we stayed like that for a whole minute with no single reaction from her, I was about to call her by the name to know whether she was still awake or not, that's when I felt a drop of liquid on my chest, she sniffed in and stayed silent, I used my hand to explore her face and noticed she was in tears which threw me up the bed immediately.
Realizing that I have noticed what was happening, that's when she let go of the pain, as she began to sob, still lying on the bed, her hands covering her face. I just stayed still watching her cry for my loss, she didn't want me to see her face, just covering it from my view.
“ Remove your hands Jackie, I want to watch you cry.....”, she didn't hesitate, neither was she fast in obeying the order, she just removed her hands out from her face, her eyes were closed though, but her face was now clearly visible to me.
“ Open your eyes....”, I requested, she did the same too, but with her eyes open and looking at me without backing her eyes away, she was no longer releasing new tears, just lying there staring at me obediently and submissively.
This made me remember the first time she was to let me go when she's joining up with a family with her twin brother, the way she was crying, trying not to let go, now I can remember what I said to her then, the memory has become so vivid that it feels like it just happened minutes ago, I told her that if she doesn't walk away from the Orphanage and follow her new family, I will never speak to her again, that was a threat and now I regret saying those words to her even though it was long forgotten, how would she have lived then with her last memory with the boy she loves with all her heart being a threat?, I guess I was always uncle Dale's son before I was bound to him.