The Blind One

Chapter 55

"Where is it that you studied again?"  Darrel questioned me

Yes I use the word question because I feel like he's trying to rub it in after bragging about how he studied at a catholic school in Brazil before going to Africa to help all the poor African kids, and the men and women who had turned to proatituion as a last result for not having money, he bragged about how as soon as by found Jesus through him he felt at peace and their lives changed dramatically...by this he means he got them to build a church and work there as members, members who get paid for Elohim out in a church.

This is where I began to see that people do not change, especially front things embedded from childhood. Darrel is and will always be the devil himself.

He is the epitome of a bourgeoisie capitalist, a manipulator and a blasphemous alien.

Yes. An alien. I call his this because I'd never understand why a normal human being would use the poor souls and give them hope by using them. And to make it worse, he seems to think its all okay

"I actually didn't graduate or go to university"

Darrel seemed surprised and stopped in mid jab of his potato, hue brows raised as he looked at me "really?"

I mentally rolled my eyes . One because if he knew my old self at all, he knew that I was a crazy child so therefore his "really?" Is a very sarcastic one. And two, did he want me to confirm by comparing my lack of qualifications and his overly qualified lifestyle?
Pshh

"Yeah" I mumbled as I butchered  and attacked my delicious barbecue ribs with my sharp cutlery

"That's my fault...I was going through some things when it was the time that everyone was applying to university" ma spoke with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

"Ma don't say that" I couldn't help but talk with my mouth full of meat.

"Mmon sday daa" sherry mumbled and imitates the sounds that came out of my mouth "are speaking Thai or something?"

I couldn't help but laugh and I nearly choked

Meanwhile Dalton who was deep in conversation with my soon to be step father, turned when he heard me choke. Sharp eyes and worried eyebrows i couldn't help the butterflies just by the worries expression alone.

"Are you alright?" He patted my back and I nodded since my throat was tight and eyes were watering.

He grabbed his glass of water and handed it to me which I gulped down within seconds. After breathing out a sigh of relief that I hadn't died I sent sherry who was sitting opposite Dalton with me next to him and opposite Darrel, she smirked and turned back to her food like nothing had happened

"I'm sorry, we haven't been properly introduced, i seemed to have forgotten  the formalities because of the delicious food" Darrel spoke to Dalton who gave a polite smile and shook hands with the other man.

I send Dalton a pout because I felt like he'd made a truce with the enemy. I felt Daltons arms settle behind my chair and his hand rubbed my shoulder reassuringly.

"The food is indeed delicious" Dalton replied

"I am Darrel Mathews, the pastor" he laughed on his own because no one else was laughing...I wasn't..."and I have known the family for a long time"

Pshh as if! We knew your father  not you!

"Ah" Dalton said as if he hadn't known about Darrel before

"How do you know the family?" He asked Dalton

I felt the need to intervene, why the questions?