Previously on the Lost Lake, you read about a child who became the victim of domestic violence. His parents are undergoing a bad relationship phase and as a result Dave, the child is beaten up which changes his little mind to run away and never come back. His little sister is way too small to be left alone in the house with fights and remorse. Karl and Marla, his parents are up to no good and the child falls prey to drugs.
Karl was relieved to see her face. He hugged her at the entrance and he remained in her arms speaking nothing. Karl started crying in her arms.He was looking for her from the moment he woke up. He was mourning her demised sister, feeling himself guilty for not taking out time for her or for his own kid. He wanted to apologize for everything and wanted to make amends. His tears broke all the barriers , he had laid on his thoughts and feelings. He could not say anything. He gathered the courage to speak and leaving Marla from his embrace, held her beautiful face in both her hands, tucking her hair flick behind the ear.
Marla with Money and Standard to Live a luxurious Lifestyle was never thinking to stop with her Ambitions to outgrow the intelligence in her field. Two years passed away in the hustle while Karl became reluctant towards ignorance of Marla. He shut down his emotions and feelings by keeping himself engaged with various business dealings,he started staying outdoors most of the time. Meanwhile Marla got pregnant with Dave.
He still remembers when he saw Little Rebo, bundle of joy and cuteness. Rebo was adopted when he was Five. He loved Rebo and played all day long, someone to cherish his presence. Rebo came to live with Dave ever since and bond was beyond imagination.
Dave sobs continued, she went to him and putting her little hands over the bruises, and stared at the blood dripping from the cuts. Dave kept crying looking out of the window and saw his dad leave in the car.Wiping the tears the little girl sat beside Dave and stared at him. Dave hugged the little sister in the white beautifully furnished and painted house, wishing to be Home one day.
She Slapped me, My eyes suddenly shifted from her smile to the concrete pavement of the road. Holding my cheek with my hand I looked at her.She has folded her arms in rage.I saw at her face she was annoyed looking at me.
A warm hand at my shoulders brought me back there, I turned around and saw her face Smiling like a . . . . I don’t have words. My lips were open in dismay. My eyes were red in surprise. I did not blink for an hour. I guess I was not breathing either. Everything stopped. That moment, that moment stopped. Time stopped. I saw her.
Her name was Jeremy, I nicknamed her as Jerry. For about two years we were like Tom and Jerry hard to live without and totally mad at each other. We played a lot, our friendship came with so many Joys and so many me gazing her like Cupid moments and hugs. She loved to hug. It was more than friendship less than a Love bond. Something I called Life.