I wonder when I will be allowed to go to work again. I felt very bored and lone. I hate it when the house is too quite. It makes me think things that hunt me.
I searched the house,maybe I don't still know it all yet. I was going to be living here for sometime. I might as well make it loud much more to my taste.
I went to the basement. The only place I haven't been to. Things were packed in the corners ,leaving a large space in the middle.
The air smelled old and dusty. I got my hands busy. In the process I saw a photo abulm of him when he was a baby, with his friends and family. He looked too happy,unlike what he turned out to be in the future.
I found clothes in a rubber bag. They looked like old clothes of his?
Well I found a few pants and dresses that fit me still. How could he put aside these fine clothes. I really loved wearing them.
I heard a bang on the door. I rushed downstairs ,only for a woman to step in. She looked older. Around her fifties , beautiful,smelled of perfume and fashion.
"I heard my son has a woman in his house",she said, making herself comfortable in the couch. She looked at me weirdly
"Uhm.... Hi",I said. I don't know what to do or say. She didn't reply she just stared at me up and down. "What can I serve you?"
"Don't worry,young lady. Who are you?",she said.
"My name is Iris . Iris Cole and I work for Mr Kendrick Johnson"
"Really? But what is an employee doing under his roof, wearing his teenage clothes?",she raised an eyebrow.
My face flushed out of embarrassment." Sorry,but I just find the shirt attractive",I defended.
She giggled. "My name is Maria Johnson. His step mother"
"Oh... I didn't know he had a step mother",I was curious now.
"I've been his mother for 10 years",she explained.
"Oh....",I stood there fiddling with my shirt.
"I will be visiting tomorrow. I thought he'll be home. Tell him",she said. "Have a good night's sleep"
"Thank you you're too kind",I replied. It was the nicest anyone who has visited have been to me. I smiled,my cheekbones hurt.
The cold wind hit me like a storm. Was it about to rain? I rushed outside to look at the sky,and indeed heavy grey clouds covered the sun. The world darkened. I hated storms.
Reminds me of how I get through the storms
every year even if the thunder and lightning was bad.
I've always caught a cold all the time. I remember that thin wall of the basement unit. And my too broke ass to afford a cotton and heavy coat.
I hurriedly closed the windows. Dave wasn't home, probably at work. It started with the faint drizzle of water,then turned loud and deafening with the thunder giving me goosebumps.
I closed my ears in the corner of my bedroom,drapped in all of the bedsheets. It was like cold was my weakness. No matter how hard I try, I still feel cold.
I didn't know when the tears started spilling
but I didn't expect it. I closed my ears harder...
I'm so hungry... I groaned. It was the rainy season again. I'm 12 years old . I don't have money or anything that belongs to me.
The orphanage controlled everything I think I own. Soon I found out that I was to be abandoned today by the roadside in another place, because I was too much of a burden.
But I didn't take that seriously.
The next day,the nun came.
"Hey, miss. Get ready for the field trip",she beamed. "And come down for breakfast"
Bread and butter.
I didn't suspect a thing,I bath and dressed in my finest coat. I put on my only shoe,combed my hair and tied it. "I will make the best of this field trip"
I heard my name from downstairs,I rushed down. Even if people around here had their own stories, I was not going to let anyone discourage me. I've always wanted to go beyond the orphanage walls.
After eating the breakfast I was served with tea this time, I felt dizzy and very weak suddenly, the last thing I remember is being carried outside.
My eyes fluttered open ,I was in a moving car. Outside the orphanage. One strange driver drove the car and I was tied with rope.
I screamed for help but the deafening rain blocked every voice. The driver finally turned around.
"So you're awake?",he asked.
"Who are you?"
"Your dad",he smiled,but his wrinkled face said otherwise.
"I was not adopted!"
"Shut up", he brought out a can a whipped my arm."The nun's told me you're a stubborn one so they gave me free canes"
I pushed the door with my legs it won't budge. I screamed. Then I planned on hurting him. My coat was somehow missing.
I saw a glass bottle of beer and had only onw thought,hit him
He groaned from the impact. The car stopped. " Okay, that's it. I wont take you again"
He opened the back door,grabbed me around the collar of my shirt and yanked me out. The air outside was wicked,and the pouring rained ruined the moment.
He held a bigger cane in his hand. Every whip was excruciating. I tasted my own blood. The rain and cold made me shiver.
I felt my consciousness slipping away. Even my heart was cold. He kicked me to the side of the unfamiliar road, then carried me into the bush and dumped my body there.
"Die"